Li Geyue, who was lying on the ground, almost sprang up the moment he spoke, "No! I'm different..."
He didn't finish his sentence.
Xiao Wangyan seemed to be in a good mood. He didn't give Li Geyue any extra attention and casually waved out a wisp of demonic energy, which entangled Li Geyue for a while before throwing him out.
Ji Mofan's eyes dimmed for a moment.
Actually, he was regretting that he hadn't finished asking Li Geyue the question he wanted to ask, but Xiao Wangyan clearly misunderstood it as something else.
A hand covered his face, and Ji Mofan could see nothing but the whistling wind in his ears. But his body felt no chill of the wind, only the sharp sound of his clothes fluttering.
My body sank into the soft bed.
Ji Mofan raised his hand again to block Xiao Wangyan, who was about to fall.
"What is it now?" The dignified Demon Lord had probably never been rejected so many times before, and his patience was almost completely exhausted.
"Take a shower before getting into my bed." Ji Mofan looked down at him.
Although Xiao Wangyan looked displeased, he managed to suppress his emotions even in this state and responded to Ji Mofan's requests one by one. He then got up and headed towards the hot spring pool at the other end of the room.
Ji Mofan quickly reached under his pillow in his blind spot and pinched a piece of yellow paper with runes drawn on it into his palm.
Xiao Wangyan soon returned.
He had changed his clothes; probably for convenience, he wasn't wearing an undergarment, and his outer robe was just loosely tied around his body, exposing a large portion of his honey-colored chest, with several scars crisscrossing it.
The skin trembled slightly with each breath, as if a paintbrush dipped in ochre had been applied several times with bold strokes. Tiny droplets of water flowed down the scars and eventually disappeared into the shadows of the fabric.
"What? Interested in my scars?" Seeing Ji Mofan's gaze lingering there, Xiao Wangyan chuckled, took a step and sat on the edge of the bed, quite naturally taking his hand and pulling him down onto his body.
Ji Mo Fan has practiced swordsmanship for many years, and his palms are calloused, while his fingertips are much softer and have a surprisingly comfortable feel.
Xiao Wangyan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.
“You cultivators don’t think that way, but in the demon realm, scars represent honor.” He didn’t realize his voice had become a little hoarse.
Ji Mofan didn't react much to his actions and words, and just accepted being grabbed by the hand. It wasn't until Xiao Wangyan tried to lead him further that he instinctively flinched back.
The metal chain made a soft, crisp sound as the taut Immortal Locking Chain tightly bound Ji Mofan's waist. He frowned almost imperceptibly, and his subconscious resistance eventually weakened.
“That’s right. I just agreed to your request, so you should fulfill mine.” A look of satisfaction flashed in Xiao Wangyan’s eyes as he took Ji Mofan’s hand and continued stroking the edge of her clothes—
An unusual sensation suddenly appeared on Xiao Wangyan's waist. His expression froze for a moment, and when he looked down, he saw that Ji Mofan had stuck a talisman on his waist.
Judging from the runes written on it, it is an attack-type talisman.
However, it is not easy to determine the level of an attack without using it.
Xiao Wangyan smiled with interest, and the grip on Ji Mofan's wrist tightened slightly.
“Little Zhengdao, you’re really good at causing trouble,” he said.
The bones were being squeezed, making a sickeningly loud cracking sound, but Ji Mofan didn't even flinch.
The talisman attached to his body was slightly warm, as if it were a silent protest against his actions.
The talisman entered a state of readiness for activation, its aura only displaying the power of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Xiao Wangyan's pupils contracted slightly.
"...Why aren't you moving? Demon Lord?" Ji Mo Fan finally spoke, his slightly narrowed eyes curving gently.
He pressed the talisman between his two fingers down again, causing the skin to sink slightly. The pressure of the Nascent Soul stage forced Xiao Wangyan to retreat half an inch.
"A demon lord who participated in the war between immortals and demons a thousand years ago, whose strength is now at the level of a half-step true immortal, is he afraid of a mere talisman at the Nascent Soul stage?"
The momentum suddenly reversed, and this time it was Ji Mofan's turn to stare intently into the other's pupils, making Xiao Wangyan grit his teeth.
He remained silent for a long time, but didn't utter a single word of explanation.
"You're probably not the Demon Lord at all." The question was phrased in question order, but coming from Ji Mofan's mouth, it carried no hint of doubt.
"Imitating his appearance and even mimicking his imposing presence, they blended in with the demons in this demon palace, even fooling his trusted demon generals..."
Xiao Wangyan pressed Ji Mofan's last sentence so hard that he sank into the blankets behind him.
The man, who always appeared nonchalant, revealed a rare sinister look in his eyes. He shrouded Ji Mofan in a chilling gloom.
“A single attack talisman from the Nascent Soul stage can’t kill me,” Xiao Wangyan said.
“But I can strangle a righteous person like you who can’t even use spiritual power with one palm.”
“You have the ability, but you don’t dare.” Ji Mofan squinted at him, his eyes revealing no fear whatsoever.
"The reason you kept me on the birthday party after recognizing my identity was because you were worried that if I were out of your sight and died mysteriously in the Demon Realm, it would give the cultivation world a reason to come after me."
"The Demon Realm must not antagonize the Cultivation Realm at this time."
"—Because the true Demon Lord has disappeared."
Xiao Wangyan... or rather, this guy whose identity is currently unknown, his eyes flickered after hearing Ji Mofan's words, and the dark color in them became even more intense.
“You’re a bit too confident,” he said. “His Majesty often leaves the Demon Palace to travel around, and during that time I impersonate him and take his place in the Demon Palace.”
"He hasn't disappeared. If the cultivation world really wants to come, then let them come."
"The Demon Realm has long awaited a new war between immortals and demons."
Ji Mofan maintained his indifferent and fearless expression, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Is that so? If that's the case, then kill me."
The hand, enveloped in pure black demonic energy, suddenly moved to Ji Mofan's neck.
Five fingers clamped around his neck, the tightening knuckles leaving dark marks on his pale skin.
Aside from the instinctive reaction of his body to suffocation, Ji Mofan did not move at all, his half-closed eyes fixed on the pair of black pupils so close to his.
In the end, Xiao Wangyan was defeated.
“You win. I really can’t kill you at a time like this.” He released his grip, took several steps back, and leaned against the edge of the table with his arms crossed.
The moment he regained his right to breathe, a violent cough erupted from his throat. Ji Mofan clutched his neck and shrugged for a long time before finally managing to sit up from the bed.
Very well, he guessed right.
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