The capricious Demon Lord now profoundly embodies the meaning of this word.
One second he was watching the fight with great interest, the next second he suddenly flashed over and grabbed the chain around Ji Mofan's waist.
He easily flew through the air on a sword, while Ji Mofan, casually lifted up by him, was not in a comfortable position, hanging in his hand like a sack.
Unable to use his spiritual power, Xiao Wangyan didn't lift him as carefully as Li Geyue, and he felt like his waist was about to be choked by the iron chains.
"These demonic cultivators deserve to die," Ji Mofan thought darkly.
For a second, his spirits darkened, and then he silently repented in his heart.
Not necessarily. Miao Miao and Wu Qi might be able to form a group and their crimes wouldn't warrant the death penalty.
"Today's sparring ends here." Xiao Wangyan's expression was extremely cold. Even someone as unfamiliar with him as Ji Mofan could sense his bad mood.
What's wrong with this person? Not only does he change his mind every few minutes, but he also gets angry for no apparent reason.
And why take it out on Ji Mofan, who is the weakest player on the field?
Even if all the breathing creatures in the main hall were piled together, they would all be easy targets for Xiao Wangyan to crush!
The other demon generals could clearly see their lord's mood. Wu Qi quickly put away his Yin-Yang Halberd and bowed his head to respectfully greet him first.
The crowd quickly receded like a tide, and even the maids gracefully stepped out, closing the door of the main hall behind them.
For a moment, only Ji Mofan and Xiao Wangyan remained in the vast hall.
“…I said, I can’t breathe.” Seeing Xiao Wangyan still floating in mid-air in a daze, Ji Mofan couldn’t help but poke him.
Regardless of whether he was a demon lord or something else, Ji Mofan didn't care about whether he liked him or not at this moment, because if he didn't let him go, he felt like he was going to be forcibly cut in two by the Immortal Locking Chain.
Whether Xiao Wangyan was aware that the people under his control were as fragile as weeds or ordinary people.
Xiao Wangyan seemed to only slowly come to his senses at this moment, but instead of throwing Ji Mofan down, he picked him up and held him in front of himself.
Ji Mofan stared at him in this strange posture.
"You're quite capable," Xiao Wangyan suddenly sneered, a smirk playing on his lips. "You acted so virtuous in front of me the day before yesterday, but haven't you shown your true colors today?"
"Is this leather outfit comfortable to wear?" He reached out and pinched a strip of cloth hanging down Ji Mofan's body.
Ji Mofan raised his hand and slapped it.
A snap.
The sound was quite loud, but Xiao Wangyan's claws remained firmly on his clothes.
“Take it away,” he said.
Xiao Wangyan not only refused to let go, but even chuckled, as if he was laughing in anger.
"Are you not clear enough about your own position?" The curve of his lips slowly flattened, finally turning into a somewhat subtle, ambiguous smile.
“You are a gift from the demonic cultivators who are under my command, and the clothes you are wearing are also property of the demonic palace.”
"An appendage, and you're already offering your own suggestions?"
The fabric made a slight tearing sound.
Ji Mofan reached out and grabbed Xiao Wangyan's wrist.
However, relying solely on his physical strength, he was clearly no match for the Demon Lord, who had already stepped into the half-step True Immortal realm. The already precarious piece of cloth was torn off by Xiao Wangyan, leaving almost nothing covering his waist, revealing a section of his skin.
Ji Mo Fan used to have many scars on his body.
He has never cared about his appearance; in his view, as long as he is presentable, there is no need to dress up carefully.
His life before his rebirth was so terrible that he had no time to take care of himself. As a result, not only did he look unwell, but he also barely treated his old and new wounds before continuing to overexert himself, which led to layers upon layers of rashes and wrinkles on his body.
However, the spiritual spring he obtained from Shen Yun and Ji Yunhong after his rebirth fixed these minor issues by extending its usage time.
Although Ji Mofan himself didn't pay attention, he only cared about how much his cultivation level had increased.
In fact, the spiritual spring water has more than just the function of aiding cultivation; it also has the effects of prolonging life and beautifying the skin.
Otherwise, there wouldn't have been so many stories based on him in this life.
It should be noted that his fame in the cultivation world is almost the same as in his previous life; it was only through his transformation from the inside out that he changed the outside world's perception of him.
However, Ji Mofan selectively forgot about it, since this function was completely useless to him.
Longevity is precious only to mortals, but any cultivator with the destiny to become an immortal can easily extend their lifespan to several hundred years.
Beauty and skincare are even more boring. Do you think monsters or demonic cultivators would refrain from attacking an enemy just because it looks good?
Obviously not.
However, at this moment, Xiao Wangyan probably became the impossible thing that Ji Mofan did not expect.
The Demon Lord had a fondness for beautiful women, and he never hid his interest. As a result, countless people sent people to the Demon Palace every year under various pretexts, and Xiao Wangyan would occasionally pick one or two to keep.
However, he didn't really have any other thoughts; he just kept it for aesthetic purposes.
The selection criteria for the guards and maids of the Demon Palace were that they had to be pleasing to his eye.
After all, no one else is actually needed to be responsible for security here; Xiao Wangyan alone is more than capable of handling it.
When he first saw Ji Mofan, he did indeed choose to keep him based on considerations of his identity, but more so because his face appealed to him.
Otherwise, if an ugly old man were thrown in front of him, even if the other party was a Supreme Venerable who had lived for thousands of years in the cultivation world, he could pretend not to see him.
They're obsessed with appearances, and they're perfectly justified in doing so.
The waist that Ji Mofan was forced to reveal was really beautiful.
The edges of the shirt were rolled up from being torn, revealing skin glistening with sweat beneath the slightly darker black fabric.
Each muscle is shaped as if it had been meticulously sculpted. If it weren't for the faint blue veins underneath that pulsate with each breath, it would almost look like glazed porcelain or fine jade.
At this moment, the skin on his waist, bound by the Immortal-Locking Chain, showed a subtle red tinge around the floating black runes, and the metal wore out shallow bloodstains.
"Have you seen enough?" Ji Mofan's indifferent voice reached Xiao Wangyan's ears.
The latter then came to his senses, "...not enough."
Jimo Fan: ......
He had never seen such a shameless person.
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