Its fur was silvery-white, almost gleaming in the bright moonlight tonight, making it extremely eye-catching.
But... Ji Mo Fan should have immediately set up a barrier around the flying artifact to prevent demonic beasts from entering and disturbing it after it landed.
How could such a tiny thing appear?
The words he had spoken during the day flashed through his mind, and suddenly a thought struck him. He blinked and said, "Xihe?"
The little furry thing shook its fur.
Ji Mo Fan felt that he was rarely frightened.
Count it as one time today.
The little creature wriggled out of the haystack, and only then did Ji Mofan get a clear look at its true appearance.
It's about the size of a small dog kept by a farmer in the countryside, with pure white fur all over and a tuft of extremely long hair on the tips of its ears.
Judging by appearance alone, Ji Mofan felt that he resembled some kind of legendary mythical beast.
It resembles the mythical beast Bai Ze.
According to legend, his physique should be like a horse, not like the one in front of us...
"Are you really Xihe?" Ji Mofan still found it hard to believe.
His human form is so big, and when he's expressionless and doesn't smile, he looks like he could eat three children in one bite.
How come it turned into a monster with such a big nose?
The little white ball of fur tried to jump around in place several times, its tail almost whipping like a propeller. It looked both anxious and angry, but its chirping was still not very intimidating. Its appearance was just too harmless.
Even when she's being fierce, it sounds like she's being coquettish.
However, upon moving, Ji Mofan noticed that there was a silver chain around his waist with spiritual runes that he had written on it.
What else could it be but the demon-binding rope he used to bind Xihe?
Ji Mo Fan then understood why this person had reacted so strongly when he casually mentioned wanting to see his true form during the day.
With such a stark contrast, it's no wonder he's reluctant to show it off.
In the demon realm, it is rare to find an aesthetic that prioritizes paleness, youthfulness, and thinness.
Male cultivators are expected to be large and muscular, while female cultivators may not be as strictly required to be, but those with a fuller figure are still more popular.
But the prototype of Xihe is actually such a small nose that looks like it could be pinched flat with one finger...
Ji Mo Fan didn't know what to say.
Ji Mo Fan squatted down and reached out to pinch the little thing's ears.
The little white ball let out a dissatisfied howl.
"What exactly are you?" Ji Mofan asked him.
The little white ball of fur wagged its tail back and forth, practically writing "You've never seen anything like this before" on its forehead, just like the expression it had when it took Ji Mofan to the Demon Palace's backyard to see the Black Bird.
Perhaps feeling extremely dissatisfied with Ji Mofan's constant groping of her prototype, Xihe shook her head to avoid Ji Mofan's hand, took a few steps back, and rolled on the grass.
A silvery-white halo gradually enveloped him, then dissipated after a moment, revealing the familiar Xihe sitting before Ji Mofan once again.
"Why are you touching me?" Even though he had returned to human form, Xihe's fur was still standing on end.
"Touching it won't break a piece of flesh." Ji Mofan didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
Before the black bird started losing a lot of feathers, he would touch its smooth wings.
The little yellow dog that Fang Xian used to keep in his yard would even use its tail to hook his hand when he got tired from practicing swordsmanship.
Small animals are fine to touch.
"But I'm not a little animal!" Xihe jumped up in anger. "This is so annoying! I shouldn't have agreed to show you my true form!"
Ji Mo Fan squatted on the ground, looked up at him, and said, "What's wrong with you? A few days ago you were sticking all over me, and now you're acting all fussy?"
He has always been very tolerant of non-human beings.
Previously, because Xihe had always appeared in human form, Jimo Fan did not have a very real sense of his identity as a demon beast.
But when faced with his furry prototype, Ji Mofan felt that no one could be indifferent to him.
"I absolutely forbid it! I will never turn back into my original form in front of you again!" Xihe was almost furious with him.
If it weren't for the still-sturdy demon-binding rope around his waist, the demonic energy he emitted would probably have completely destroyed all the surrounding plants.
Ji Mo Fan subtly sensed that a feeling called regret was rising within him.
“It’s okay, I can always go and touch other monsters,” he said.
Xihe's voice suddenly choked.
He remained silent, but kept pacing back and forth in his seat, unable to speak.
When they were circling for the fifth time, Ji Mofan finally couldn't help but interrupt him, "You still haven't answered my question."
Xihe paused for a moment before remembering what he had asked her. "It seems I'm a hybrid, half Bai Ze and half human, so I'm not sure what I am."
Ji Mo Fan frowned and looked him up and down.
That makes it no wonder that he was abandoned by the demon race and ended up in the hands of the demon realm.
The demon race places the purity of bloodlines above all else.
Moreover, they usually don't like humans, and even if they successfully cultivate to the point of human form, most of them will choose to retain some of their demonic beast characteristics after human form.
A child of mixed races, especially one whose parent is a human, would be difficult for the demon race to accept, and the entire race would force his parents to abandon him.
Xi He didn't know what Ji Mo Fan was thinking, but the feeling of being scrutinized made him increasingly flustered.
In the end, it was defeated first, and sat back down on the ground with its legs crossed, gradually turning back into a small, fluffy white creature in front of Ji Mofan.
The little white zell let out a soft cry.
Ji Mofan blinked at him.
Unable to resist laughing, she reached out and beckoned to him with her finger, "Come here."
Xihe reluctantly moved closer.
The feeling of having a fluffy ball of fur in your palm is enough to melt even the most hardened heart.
Ignoring Xihe's glare that seemed to want to bite him, Jimo Fan squeezed and kneaded him for a long time before letting go and watching him run away as if fleeing, disappearing into the grass.
Xihe did not appear before Jimo Fan for several days after that.
Sheng Xi felt uneasy. "Aren't you worried at all that he might run away? He's the Demon Lord, after all."
"He probably did something wrong and is too ashamed to face anyone." Ji Mofan didn't care at all.
Sheng Xi pursed her lips and didn't press the matter further.
It was Ji Mofan who captured the Demon Lord, and it was also Ji Mofan who decided to bring him back to the cultivation world. Why is he meddling in things that don't concern him?
Moreover, the closer the flying artifact got to the Chaoming Palace, the more uneasy he felt.
Back in the Demon Realm, his fellow disciples from Chaoming Palace would occasionally use the Soul Lamp to contact him one-way. However, he was either busy searching for clues about his little puppet or trying to earn money for his journey. Occasionally, when he had some free time, he would feel ashamed to go back to see his fellow disciples, so he rarely responded.
Now, nearly two years later, he has returned to his old haunts and suddenly feels a sense of "the closer one gets to home, the more timid one becomes".
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