After saying that, he laughed heartily and turned to leave, not noticing the slight frown on the Confucian Master's face.
The next morning, the Celestial Venerable, who was about to leave, noticed someone who shouldn't be in the palace. He frowned and stared at the person, asking, "What is he doing here?"
"Go to the demon realm. He is most familiar with the demon realm. Taking him there will be beneficial and harmless," the Venerable One instructed calmly.
"Him?" The Celestial Venerable looked the person in front of him up and down, searching his limited memories, but he couldn't recall such a person in the Celestial Realm.
"This trip to the demon realm is just to inquire about the situation, not to engage in battle." The Venerable One finally shed a bit of his aloofness, revealing a more normal demeanor. "Senior Brother, don't be rash. The reason I agreed to let Junior Brother go with you is also for this reason."
"You all think I can't get things done, right? Then I won't go." The Celestial Venerable waved his hand defiantly. "You all go ahead, don't let me delay your business."
"Senior brother, what nonsense are you talking about?" The Confucian Venerable was so angry that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "The Venerable means that we should not do anything this time, but just go and see the situation in the demon realm."
Seeing that the Celestial Venerable still seemed indifferent, the Confucian Venerable continued, "Not long ago, some friction was discovered between the demon and monster realms. This time, our Immortal Realm should naturally not get involved in their disputes."
"It's good to explain things clearly. Besides, with my senior brother here, I feel more at ease, don't I? If the demon god is unreasonable, my senior brother can stand up for me." The Confucian Venerable knew best how to coax his senior brother, and with just a few words, he resolved all the knots in the Heavenly Venerable's heart.
The Celestial Venerable's face immediately brightened, and he nodded, confidently saying, "Don't worry, with me here, that person won't dare to do anything."
Upon hearing what the Celestial Venerable said, the Confucian Venerable and the Venerable exchanged a slight smile.
"Then go and come back as soon as possible, and get to the bottom of things." His Highness gave another instruction.
"Does this guy really have to go?" The Celestial Venerable shifted his attention to the person who had been standing to the side.
“Well, he is originally from the demon realm and is familiar with it,” the Confucian scholar advised. “Even if he is going back to visit relatives.”
"Hmm, alright." The Celestial Venerable didn't say anything more and turned to leave.
He's going to the demon realm to have a proper "talk" with that so-called demon god. Does he think that just because others say he's a god, he's a god?
Chapter 105 What is there to be afraid of?
"My lord, the Demon Lord has sent a letter." Peng Zhen presented a letter with both hands.
Mo Yun took it, quickly glanced through it, and smiled slightly: "You came very quickly indeed."
"What's wrong?" Liu Lanyan leaned over, trying to see what was written in the letter.
Mo Yun smiled and held the letter up to Liu Lanyan, saving her the trouble of reading it herself, as it would strain her neck.
"The immortals have really come! And both of them have arrived together!" Liu Lanyan exaggeratedly covered her mouth, her eyes darting around, and said sarcastically, "Why didn't Your Excellency come in person?"
"I'm not good enough for them to take me this seriously," Mo Yun said with a casual smile, not taking the contents of the letter to heart at all.
"The Immortal Realm," Peng Zhen scoffed disdainfully, "a bunch of charlatans."
"Don't say that," Mo Yun scolded Peng Zhen in a low voice. "They are, after all, people from the Immortal Realm."
"Are you going over there?" Liu Lanyan asked Mo Yun, setting the letter aside.
"Of course I'll go. It's a letter from the Demon Lord himself, I have to give him face." Even though Mo Yun is known as the Lord of the Demon Realm, he still considers the Demon Lord's face in public.
"Peng Zhen, go prepare now, we'll set off immediately," Mo Yun instructed Peng Zhen.
After saying that, he glanced at Liu Lanyan and asked, "Lanyan, are you still going? Why don't you rest in Wuchen Palace?"
"It's nothing, I had no problems at all that day." Liu Lanyan gently patted her forehead. She was just a little dizzy that day, as if she remembered something.
However, I forgot about it later, and because I tried so hard to remember, I had a headache for a while afterward.
Now that I've rested, I'm fine again.
"Okay, it's alright, let's go together then." Mo Yun said with a smile, stood up, took Liu Lanyan's small hand and walked outside, "Don't pay any attention to those people from the Immortal Realm when we get there."
"Hmm? What's wrong? Are the people of the Immortal Realm not good?" Liu Lanyan asked curiously. She had never interacted with the people of the Immortal Realm and didn't know what they were like.
"You'll understand once you see that person in the space, won't you?" Mo Yun said with a smile, and got into the carriage prepared by Peng Zhen.
Liu Lanyan's eyes widened suddenly, and she exclaimed, "Are they all those arrogant guys?"
"In that case, the Immortal Realm is truly annoying." Liu Lanyan curled her lips in disgust. She hadn't even met those two so-called Venerables yet, but she had already begun to dislike them.
“Not entirely.” Mo Yun gently tightened his grip, feeling Liu Lanyan’s soft little hand in his palm. “There are always normal people among them.”
"Yes, I know." Liu Lanyan nodded. "There are good people everywhere and annoying guys everywhere."
As she spoke, she seemed to remember something, and stretched out her index finger, poking the demon god's chest intermittently, feeling the power contained beneath the warm skin. It was bouncy and smooth, and poking it felt quite comfortable.
"For example, there are some really annoying guys in the demon realm."
Mo Yun raised an eyebrow, a helpless smile appearing on his face. Could it be what he was thinking?
Looking down at Liu Lanyan, who seemed to be waiting for him to reply, Mo Yun naturally wouldn't disappoint her. He followed up on her question by asking, "Who's annoying in the demon realm?"
"Of course it's you." Liu Lanyan patted the demon god's exquisitely shaped chest without any hesitation, a big smile appearing on her face. It felt so good to pat it.
really.
Mo Yun lowered his head helplessly.
He knew it.
"How am I annoying?" Even though Mo Yun already knew the answer, he was still somewhat unconvinced.
What's so annoying about him?
He died unjustly.
"Why don't you hate me?" Liu Lanyan muttered, looking down. "You're so annoying, why don't I hit you?"
Mo Yun blinked. He seemed to roughly understand what Liu Lanyan meant, but because the news was so shocking, he wanted to confirm: "Lanyan, why didn't you beat me up?"
Peng Zhen, who was outside the carriage, vaguely heard these words and almost fell off the carriage. Fortunately, he had good self-control and did not make a huge fool of himself.
It would be incredibly embarrassing if people found out that the steward of Wuchen Residence had fallen to his death from a carriage.
In light of this, Peng Zhen made a very wise choice, automatically using his demonic power to cover his ears with a layer, blocking out the sound.
"Didn't it hurt when I hit you?" Liu Lanyan said irritably, glaring angrily at the Demon God.
That annoying guy, he even asked.
"Is it your hand that hurts, or... your heart?" Mo Yun pressed on, her voice filled with a sudden, sorrowful pain. "Could it be that you're afraid your hand will hurt? Is that all I am to you...?"
Mo Yun didn't continue speaking, instead letting out a mournful sigh.
"Of course I feel sorry for you! How dare you doubt my feelings?" Liu Lanyan was so angry that she twisted her hand hard.
The demon god opposite suddenly groaned, his face flushed.
That muffled groan sounded like it was in a lot of pain, but there was something else hidden in the pain. Even Liu Lanyan, who was in a fit of anger, realized that something was wrong.
She didn't pinch hard, so could it really hurt?
Liu Lanyan wondered, and instinctively touched the spot she had just pinched. It felt hard and hot, like a small pebble poking her hand.
That's strange, how come there's something on my chest... my chest?
Liu Lanyan's face flushed red instantly; she finally realized where she had pinched.
She wondered how the Demon God's skin could be so firm and easy to pinch; it turned out she had pinched the wrong place.
"You, you..." Liu Lanyan stared at the demon god, looking into his dark eyes, which seemed like deep black holes that wanted to suck her in.
Not only that, but terrifying black flames were burning inside, making her face scald.
"Lanyan..." Mo Yun began, but his voice was unnaturally hoarse, a faint hoarseness that startled Liu Lanyan.
For some reason, my eyes instinctively looked down and saw a certain beastly reaction.
He jumped to his feet, muttering under his breath, "You beast, why are you reacting so strongly?"
After finishing his rant, he pushed open the carriage door and leaped into the air, shouting, "See you at the palace!"
She had no intention of sharing a carriage with a beast that could "get into trouble" at any moment.
Peng Zhen, who was driving the carriage, looked at Liu Lanyan who had suddenly left with a puzzled expression. He dispersed the demonic power covering his ears and turned back to ask the demon god in a strange tone, "Lord, is Miss Liu alright?"
"It's nothing." Mo Yun's voice, which was lower than usual, came from inside the carriage, startling Peng Zhen.
He glanced at the closed car door, scratched his head in confusion, and wondered, "What's wrong now?"
Did you have a fight?
Inside the carriage, Mo Yun sat helplessly, rubbing the spot on his chest where he had been pinched earlier, and smiled bitterly.
It would be abnormal if someone you like didn't react at all when you were touched so intimately.
Moreover, Lan Yan is the person he has thought about and searched for for so many years.
Of course, it was a bigger shock to him.
Where have you ever seen someone set a fire and then run away?
Mo Yun was truly on the verge of tears; this was too much of a bullying.
He's a man, a man!
Lan Yan wouldn't want to find someone who doesn't respond, would she?
Mo Yun sat dejectedly in the carriage, one hand supporting his cheek. After a long while, he sighed mournfully, "Being a man is too hard..."
Peng Zhen stood outside the carriage, his brow furrowed, his mind racing, wondering what was going on this time.
Why has the Lord become increasingly strange ever since he met Miss Liu?
Shaking his head sharply, Peng Zhen decided to hurry into the city.
The matter between the Lord and Miss Liu is too complicated for him to understand, so he won't waste his brainpower on it.
As they approached the city, Peng Zhen vaguely spotted a familiar figure by the roadside. He blinked in confusion, and as he got closer, he was surprised to see the person standing by the roadside acting as if nothing had happened. He then jumped directly onto the carriage.
He opened the carriage door open and went in without any hesitation, then closed it gently and went quiet as if nothing had happened.
Peng Zhen blinked, fully affirming that his decision was correct; indeed, one shouldn't dwell on issues that one can't understand.