Ji Mo Fan almost coughed out loud.
What lotus seed paste?
Why does it sound like she could be paired with Shuanghuang?
It's hard to imagine that anyone other than Lu Tong would have such a strange naming style.
Ironically, both of them were quite satisfied.
Ji Mofan shook his head without commenting, and continued what he hadn't finished saying, "Lianrong, try to conceal your aura and pretend you're an ordinary child."
Lianrong blinked her big, dark eyes, and the two little buns of hair on her head, which looked like cat ears, twitched. "Why? I can go up and eat them all."
Although her favorite food is spirit stones, she can easily devour several squads of demonic cultivator soldiers.
Junk food can be used occasionally to improve your meals!
Ji Mofan shook his head, "No, unless absolutely necessary, we shouldn't let them know how many cards we have up our sleeve."
Although the minor sects suffered damage, they were not completely wiped out. Only mortal villages were slaughtered, indicating that the number of demonic cultivators who came was not particularly large, and they were not anything respectable.
They only bully the weak; when they encounter a truly capable cultivator, all they can do is run away.
The conflict has just broken out, and they don't even know who's in charge on the other side. It's better to keep your strength hidden.
Lianrong lowered her head in slight frustration and transformed her ear feathers into human ears.
Oh dear, the feathers on her petals are the prettiest.
As a result, the young master didn't even glance at it; his mind was only on the village that had been burned, killed, and looted.
Watching Ji Mofan fly into the village that had been swallowed by demonic flames, Lian Rong didn't show much expression. She quietly huddled in a corner, counting leaves and playing.
She had lived for far too long, long enough to have witnessed such a great battle five, six, seven, or eight times. Any compassion she felt had long since been dispelled by the passage of time.
If she grieves every time someone she knows dies, the tears she has shed since childhood would be enough to flood both the demon realm and the cultivation world.
It is only because Ji Mo Fan is such a young child that he is still moved by the passing of the creatures around him.
When he ascends to immortality and gains an endless lifespan, Lianrong doesn't believe he will still have such a pure and innocent heart.
Thinking about all this, Lianrong couldn't help but drool a little.
I've heard that the spiritual energy in the Nine Heavens is much richer than here. If you plant an ordinary lotus flower there, there's a 50% chance it will grow into a seven-colored lotus under the nourishment of the spiritual energy.
Seven colors of lotus seeds... sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty, what will the other two flavors be?
"Oh, where did this little baby come from?" An unpleasant voice reached Lianrong's ears.
"Standing there motionless, drooling, is he some kind of idiot?"
Lianrong immediately stopped her daydreaming and wiped the glistening tears from the corner of her mouth.
Oh dear, I'm actually drooling! How embarrassing for His Majesty!
She turned her head with an unfriendly expression and saw a group of people dressed in extremely extravagant clothes, typical of those in the cultivation world, approaching her from the woods.
The one in the lead had dyed his head completely red, so bright it looked like a rooster.
But apart from that tuft of feathers, it's much uglier than a rooster. In their circle of beautiful birds, it's considered inferior and will never find a mate and will die without offspring.
There is no need for inferior genes to be perpetuated.
And it's not just about inferior genes, but more importantly...
They just witnessed themselves drooling in embarrassment!
Kill them without mercy!
The demonic cultivators initially thought they had stumbled upon a lucky find—a baby left behind by a commoner from the cultivation world during their escape.
We guys were just killing time, so we grabbed him for fun.
Children are the cutest when they cry.
But just as they drew their weapons, chuckling ominously as they stepped forward to intimidate them—
"It stinks!" the child suddenly said.
The voice she spoke was rough and hoarse, completely unlike the tone a five or six-year-old child could produce.
The demonic cultivators were clearly taken aback.
But in that instant when their movements froze, they were no longer able to make any further moves.
*
When Ji Mofan returned from inspecting the village, he saw Lianrong sitting alone under a tree root, her back to him, crunching away with her small mouth.
He originally thought he was eating the spirit stone he had left behind as a snack before he left.
Upon getting closer, they noticed several weapons lying on a small open space behind the tree, along with some exaggerated clothing piled up haphazardly.
From weapons to clothing, none of it conforms to the aesthetic standards of the cultivation world.
The newcomer was clearly a demonic cultivator.
As for why the clothes and weapons were left at the scene, but the person was nowhere to be found...
“Master, you’re finally back!” Lianrong turned her head.
Ji Mo Fan sighed.
You can tell just by looking at the bone fragments stuck to her lips.
He stepped forward and patted the little girl's head like he was coaxing a child, saying, "You're dirty, eat less."
Although he told Lianrong not to reveal her strength before he left...
But she ate everyone, leaving no one alive, which means she didn't expose herself.
After patting her head, Ji Mofan casually cast a cleaning spell, cleaning her dirty little face and paws thoroughly.
Lianrong lifted her skirt and twirled around, looking quite vain. "Master, did you find anything in the village just now?"
Ji Mofan sighed, "There's nothing there."
If one is a cultivator with cultivation, then perhaps they can survive the demonic cultivators' sweep.
But they are all mortals. Even if they hide in a cellar without leaving any ventilation openings, they still can't escape the demonic energy that sweeps over them.
Blood was everywhere. The intestines of the man who died at the village entrance were dragged far away and hung on the treetops. The infant in swaddling clothes was pierced through along with his swaddling blanket.
The women were even more unbearable to look at; several of them were piled together, completely naked, with frozen tears on their faces.
There was nothing Ji Mofan could do; at most, he could only gather all the unburnt remains together and give everyone a proper burial.
Cultivators can defy the heavens, and their Qiankun bags are filled with pills to treat various injuries and illnesses, but none of them can reverse the crucial point of death.
Even if he's on his last breath, he'll try to heal the wounded.
But he didn't breathe.
In his previous life, he had never seen demonic cultivators' soldiers commit such inhuman acts.
Now that he has seen it, he can truly understand why Xiao Wangyan went alone to storm the Demon Realm's main city and drag the tyrant who was trying to add fuel to the fire of war off the throne of the Demon Lord.
“Let’s go to the next village.” Ji Mofan patted Lianrong, who was full and burping.
Xiao Lianrong immediately transformed into a giant black bird, crawled under Ji Mofan, and carried him to the next location in the gloomy sky.
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