Jin Li's voice stopped abruptly.
After a long moment, Mo Qianqiu chuckled coldly, not wanting to say another word to the other person. But the next moment, a cold hand climbed onto his cheek, causing Mo Qianqiu to freeze and allow the other person to touch his face.
The finger was like an ice cube, sliding across the corners of Mo Qianqiu's eyes, nose bridge, and lips.
Mo Qianqiu felt extremely uncomfortable and wanted to whip the other person into a pulp, but he was powerless. Finally, this disgusting caressing ended. Mo Qianqiu narrowed his eyes dangerously. Before he could speak, he heard a clear and ignorant voice: "You look like me, are you me?"
Mo Qianqiu's eyes widened immediately: "Who looks like you? I'm ten thousand times more handsome than you!"
Mo Qianqiu felt his hand being pulled, helplessly, and placed on the other person's face. Jin Li stroked his eyelids with his cold fingers, while simultaneously pulling his own hand to stroke his eyelids. Then he began to stroke his cheeks, eyebrows, and lips...
Whatever part of Mo Qianqiu Jin Li touched, he would take Mo Qianqiu's hand and touch that part of his own body.
Perhaps because he had endured the darkness for too long, Mo Qianqiu actually found that he was slowly able to outline the other person's face.
Just as he had once said to Luo Jianqing, the Demon Lord Jin Li was indeed quite handsome.
——But it’s definitely far worse than him!
Jin Li insisted, "Look, you and I look the same. You have this, I have this, we are the same... So, are you me?"
Mo Qianqiu sneered, "Get lost."
Jin Li pulled his hand again and said stubbornly, "If you are not me, then who are you? You must be me."
Mo Qianqiu refused to answer.
Jin Li kept repeating, insisting, "You are me." When he said it forty-sixth time, Mo Qianqiu finally lost his patience and used up his last bit of strength to shake off his hand. He said in a complicated tone, "I am not you. I am ten thousand times more handsome than you. Do you hear me?"
Jin Li suddenly quieted down. Mo Qianqiu had just breathed a sigh of relief when the other party grabbed his hand again and asked, "Who are you? What's your name? Why do you look so much like me? Who are you to me?"
Mo Qianqiu: "..."
Mo Qianqiu had never hated children so much. Jin Li was just like a child, constantly asking inexplicable questions. If he didn't answer, Jin Li would keep asking them over and over again, as if it would last forever.
Helpless, Mo Qianqiu told him perfunctorily: "My name is Qianqiu."
But even after answering, Jin Li still kept asking questions.
Mo Qianqiu suddenly seemed to see Yunxiang as a child. He was attracted by Yunxiang's top-grade physique and natural sensitivity to demonic energy, so he took her back. However, Yunxiang was still a baby at the time, crying all day long. Even Mo Qianqiu, a genius, could not take care of such a child, so he handed Yunxiang over to Qi Luo and the Qin brothers.
As it turned out, Yunxiang grew up normally.
Mo Qianqiu racked his brains to recall how Qi Luo had silenced Yunxiang before, so when Jin Li was halfway through his words, he suddenly interrupted and said, "I have a story, do you want to hear it?"
This opening was rather awkward, but Jin Li murmured in response, "I want to listen."
Mo Qianqiu casually spoke, "...In the past, there was a demon king. He was extremely handsome and had great magical powers. One day, he attacked the demon beasts' base camp and killed all the demon beasts, including those hypocritical righteous old men. In the end, he became the best in the world."
Jin Li paused for a moment, as if he hadn't heard Mo Qianqiu's story, and continued with his previous question: "Why don't you tell me why you are here? Where is this place? Why are we..."
"There is another story!" Mo Qianqiu continued to interrupt with a cold face.
Jin Li said blankly: "Okay..."
"There once was a beautiful young man named Luo Jianqing. One day, he met someone who was ten thousand times more handsome than him—that person was called Mo Qianqiu. Luo Jianqing was completely convinced by Mo Qianqiu and willingly worshipped him as his elder brother. Every time he met someone, he would tell them, 'Mo Qianqiu is the most powerful and formidable cultivator in the world.' In the end, they ascended together."
This time, Jin Li was stunned for a long time. Just as Mo Qianqiu was relieved, Jin Li said again: "Why are we here? Qianqiu, who am I? Why don't you tell me? Why don't you answer my questions..."
"I have another story!"
Jin Li nodded blankly: "...Okay."
Mo Qianqiu slowly lowered his eyes, his gaze deep and silent, as if piercing through the thick darkness, he saw the demon king who stared at him foolishly, completely devoid of any sense of defense. He clearly only needed a little more spiritual power to kill him, but now he didn't even have the strength to raise his hands, and could only let him cling to him.
The corners of her lips gradually drooped, and there was no other expression on her delicate and beautiful face.
Just when Jin Li was about to ask another question, Mo Qianqiu spoke calmly and began to tell a very simple story in a light tone: "Two thousand seven hundred
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