"I have infused you with almost half of my demonic energy in order to eliminate as many of your puppet-like traits as possible, so that you can grow and eat and drink like a normal person."
"You were made from puppets, but you are no longer just a puppet."
Ji Mofan touched his forehead, his eyes seemingly puzzled as to why Xiao Wangyan had guessed his thoughts.
Xiao Wangyan pretended to flick him again, "I have touched every part of your body with demonic energy, what else do you want to hide from me?"
Ji Mo Fan quickly ducked to avoid it.
Looking at the Demon Lord before him, a somewhat absurd thought suddenly popped into his head, "So what are you to me? Should I call you father?"
Xiao Wangyan was taken aback by his words, "What the hell! What are you yelling about! Didn't I tell you to call me Master!"
Whether out of anger or embarrassment, Xiao Wangyan's face turned slightly red.
He reigned for a thousand years and never even appointed a demon queen. How could such a little thing tarnish someone's reputation for no reason!
“But I’m not a puppet.” Ji Mofan tilted his head and spread his hands. “You can’t treat me like a crafted artifact and sign a master-servant contract with me.”
This time, Xiao Wangyan simply picked him up and yelled into his ear, "You're not allowed to shout like that!"
Ji Mofan frowned and rubbed his ears. "Oh."
He gave birth to me but won't acknowledge it. How can there be such a father in the world?
What a scumbag.
Xiao Wangyan clearly sensed the unspoken meaning in Ji Mofan's expression, and his eyebrows shot up in anger.
But for some reason, in the end, she didn't continue to attack him. She just left him there, panting heavily.
Ji Mofan wasn't angry when he was thrown away; he just went to comfort the child who was listening with a blank expression.
Seven-year-old Ji Mofan didn't know much about the cultivation world, and only had a vague understanding of terms like "puppet," "demonic energy," and "spiritual energy."
In his world, there's probably only the concept that steamed buns taste better than mantou.
Ji Mofan thought to himself and took out a berry from his Qiankun bag.
These are celestial fruits planted in the back mountain by Chaoming Palace; eating them can nourish the meridians. However, they are no longer of much use to him now; they are more useful as snacks to relieve boredom.
It's just right for kids who often can't eat properly.
Not only could it fill his stomach, it could also help nourish his frail, paper-thin body.
Little Jimo Fan took only one bite, and her eyes lit up. "So delicious!"
He hadn't even eaten half a bite when he couldn't resist taking another bite.
However, after taking two bites, he refused to eat any more. He wiped the fruit's skin and then planned to stuff it into his clothes.
Ji Mo Fan couldn't help but frown.
“I’m giving this to you to eat,” he said.
After all, it was him, and without much thought, Ji Mofan knew what the child was planning.
He wanted to take it back to his fellow hungry friends.
But there were about a dozen little beggar children, and the fruit was only a little bigger than Xiao Jimo Fan's palm. They ate it all in one bite.
"I've already secretly taken two bites," said Xiao Jimo Fan.
Before Ji Mofan could speak, a gurgling noise suddenly came from the side.
Turning his head, Ji Mofan saw Xiao Wangyan emptying his Qiankun bag.
Similar fruits also grow in the Demon Realm, but they don't look very appealing; they resemble tumors.
"Why don't you just take these and give them to your friends?" Xiao Wangyan said. "You can eat the one in your hand yourself."
Xiao Jimo's eyes widened in disbelief. "So many, all for me?"
Xiao Wangyan wrapped the fruit in demonic energy and stuffed it into Xiao Jimo Fan's arms, saying, "Take it."
Ji Mo Fan remained silent.
For cultivators, a fruit containing demonic energy is like asking a mortal who isn't good at eating spicy food to swallow a huge mouthful of chili peppers.
But it doesn't matter to ordinary people who have no spiritual power at all; whether they consume spiritual energy or demonic energy, it won't have much of an impact on their bodies.
Xiao Jimo Fan, however, doesn't seem to like these fruits very much.
The child has hated demonic energy since he was a child, especially Xiao Wangyan's demonic energy.
Xiao Wangyan looked extremely pale, so pale that Ji Mofan couldn't help but turn his head away and chuckle.
Then, Xiao Wangyan gave him his third head slap.
Ji Mofan covered his head and took two steps back, distancing himself from Xiao Wangyan, this violent maniac. "You said I was created by you, so why did I fall into the cultivation world?"
"It's all because of those righteous cultivators." Xiao Wangyan gritted his teeth as he mentioned this. "They took advantage of the fact that I had just consumed a lot of demonic energy and was weak, and launched a surprise attack. They not only seriously injured me, but also stole the toy that I had just made."
Ji Mofan really couldn't accept his way of addressing her. "Could you please stop calling me 'toy'?"
Xiao Wangyan glanced over and said, "You have quite a few requirements. So, what do you want to be called?"
This time, it was Ji Mofan's turn to be stunned. "...My name, you didn't give it to me?"
"As I said, those righteous people appeared right when I had just finished consuming my demonic energy," Xiao Wangyan said. "How could I have had time to think of a name for a toy?"
Ji Mo Fan now seemed to think that it made sense.
All the maids and guards in the Demon Palace who were given names by Xiao Wangyan were all derived from celestial constellations.
There's no reason why he would suddenly change his naming habits.
“Jimo Fan.” After a moment of contemplation, he answered Xiao Wangyan’s question, “I don’t remember who gave me this name, but I’ve been using this name since I can remember.”
Ji Mofan had always believed that this name would be a clue to finding out about his origins.
A group of beggars who didn't even know where they lived, and most of them didn't have names given to them by their elders. They were called things like "big nose" and "freckles" all the time.
Unexpectedly, now that they have obtained clues about their origins, the origin of their name has become a mystery.
We probably won't get many clues from the Demon Lord for now, and the most urgent task is to break through the illusionary formation here.
If you have any doubts, you can wait until he leaves and then ask the real Demon Lord for clarification.
Thinking this, Ji Mofan subconsciously spread out his divine sense to explore the areas he couldn't reach before.
But no clues could be found, either above or below ground.
"What are you looking for?" Xiao Wangyan's voice suddenly appeared in his ear.
Ji Mofan was so focused that he didn't even notice when Xiao Wangyan got close to him. Now, Xiao Wangyan's chin was almost touching his shoulder.
Almost reflexively, Ji Mofan raised his hand and slapped him on the face.
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