"Quick, quick, don't dawdle, transform into your dragon form already."
Ji Mo urged, patting his chest to guarantee, "You can rest assured, I won't hurt you."
Transform into dragon form?
Ying Menglong was stunned, mentally exclaiming Ji Mo was perverse.
He actually wanted her to turn into a dragon for him to play with. What kind of fetish was this? He wasn't even human.
They say you can know a face but not a heart. Despite this guy's seemingly upright and righteous appearance, he turned out to be a wolf in sheep's clothing.
She had truly been blind to like such a person, and even offered herself.
At this moment.
The beautiful image of Ji Mo in Ying Menglong's heart collapsed instantly.
Her heart felt like it was being cut by a knife, and she felt she would never love again.
"Hehe, hoho..."
Ji Mo, oblivious to Ying Menglong's change in demeanor, chuckled foolishly to himself, "I've ridden pigs, donkeys, and celestial horses. I never expected to ride a dragon one day. I feel like I've reached the pinnacle of life, so exhilarating!"
What?
Hearing this, Ying Menglong was stunned again, and her heart suddenly didn't hurt as much.
Her eyes held a hint of confusion as she asked, "So, when you said 'ride,' you meant literally riding?"
"What else?"
Ji Mo scratched his head, feeling somewhat bewildered.
Wasn't riding the only interpretation?
He was unaware that among the dragon race, the phrase "riding" had a suggestive, even lewd, connotation, making it a taboo topic. It was no wonder Ying Menglong had misunderstood.
Ying Menglong stared intently at the simple-minded Ji, her desire to kill him completely unconcealed.
You scoundrel, your brain wasn't just kicked by a donkey.
I saw you as my lover, but you treated me as a mount.
With my buttons half undone, you tell me you just wanted to ride me?
Are you even a man?
"Miss Menglong, why are you glaring at me? Why are you angry for no reason? If you don't want me to ride you, fine, but why do you look like you want to devour me?"
Ji, the simpleton, finally noticed something was wrong with Ying Menglong. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and she gritted her teeth, as if she might unleash a furious roar at any moment.
He couldn't understand it.
They were fine just moments ago, so why did her expression change so drastically?
Indeed, as the old saying goes, women are so capricious, changing their moods in an instant.
"You're making me so angry, you... you..."
Ying Menglong stomped her feet in frustration.
She had thought she would have a wonderful night with the person she loved, but unexpectedly, this scoundrel was so clueless and utterly dense.
Ashamed and indignant, she turned to leave.
But a call made her stop in her tracks.
Ji Mo walked over, standing very close to her, their breaths mingling.
What was more, and even more critical.
Ji Mo gazed at her face with clear eyes, his expression clearly unusual.
He even gently cupped her chin, examining her from left to right, as if trying to engrave her appearance into his memory.
Ying Menglong's heart pounded like a drum, her face flushed red. She dared not meet Ji Mo's gaze, feeling as if his eyes were a clear spring, filled with deep affection.
"Is he about to kiss me? Should I resist or yield, or perhaps pretend to resist a little before yielding?"
Ying Menglong's heart was in turmoil, filled with anxiety.
She unconsciously tiptoed, her delicate lips pouting slightly, her heart brimming with anticipation.
"You bad guy, I thought you were so unromantic, but you're playing hard to get. So wicked, but I like it so much."
A maiden's heart is like poetry.
At this moment, Ying Menglong's lips curved upwards, her heart filled with sweetness and happiness.
But Ji Mo did not kiss her.
Instead, he took Ying Menglong's hand, took out a folded piece of paper, and placed it in her palm.
"Miss Menglong, take care, and look after yourself. This is my token of affection, please keep it safe. I hope we can meet again."
Ji Mo spoke with heartfelt sincerity, bidding her farewell.
Then, he glanced at Ying Menglong's face one last time, breathed a slight sigh of relief, waved his hand, and left with a flourish.
Ying Menglong was left in a state of confusion at the Wind Sect.
He just left like that?
Was he playing with her?
The expected closeness, hugs, kisses, and then... nothing.
"He must like me, but he's just not good at expressing it; his love is deep. Perhaps all the sweet words are on this paper. Could this be a love letter?"
Ying Menglong looked down at the paper in her hand, her maiden's heart stirring with excitement once more.
He had handed her this paper so solemnly; it must be extremely important. It could very well be a love confession.
She quickly unfolded it, eager to see what Ji Mo had left for her.
The next second.
She froze.
The paper contained no sweet words, nor was it a confession. It was just a drawing, like a scribble.
She was certain Ji Mo had played a trick on her.
He had given her such a thing, making her get her hopes up for nothing.
"You wretched bean sprout, I'll hate you forever..."
She couldn't help but curse.
Her sincere heart had been met with indifference; it was so unfair.
Ying Menglong was so angry she wanted to tear the paper to shreds and throw it away, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.
She carefully folded it and tucked it close to her body.
She would consider it a testament to her love, the last lingering thought.
Thinking about it, it was probably for the best.
Since it was destined to have no outcome, it was better not to start at all.
After all, she didn't know if there would be another chance to meet after this parting.
"Grandmother, take me home, let's leave now."
Ying Menglong cried out, intending to leave this place of sorrow immediately.
Soon.
A divine dragon soared through the sky, accompanied by a sky full of auspicious clouds, carrying away a dejected maiden and heading towards the heavens, leaving the Immortal Spirit Realm.
Ji Mo looked up at the sky and muttered, "Miss Menglong, I divined your face, and this journey is extremely perilous, with a risk of death. I only hope my peace charm can protect you."
Just now, he hadn't been taking advantage of her; he had merely been reading her face.
Upon seeing that she was in danger of bloodshed, he had given her a protective charm.
That was all.
But unexpectedly, he was misunderstood as a scumbag who toyed with a maiden's affections.
Ji Mo looked at the full moon in the sky, pondering when he could return home, a sense of melancholy washing over him.
At this moment.
A fragrant breeze wafted, and the figure of the Underworld Empress appeared.
"You just let Ying Menglong go like that? Did they leave any backup plans? If the Candle Dragon clan seeks revenge, how will we cope?"
After all, they had participated in dealing with Zhu Qi, and the Underworld Empress was filled with worry.
If the Candle Dragons came seeking vengeance, without the protection of the Ying Dragon clan, they would likely have no good end.
"If one comes, we'll pan-fry it; if a pair comes, we'll stir-fry them."
Ji Mo, however, was not particularly worried and showed no fear.
This time, acting as a human trafficker had made him a fortune.
When he returned to the Void Sword Sect, he would have enough resources to complete the first phase of the Sky City's construction.
With the Sky City, that ultimate weapon, no matter how many dragons came, they would be finished.
Of course, he still had to visit the Tongtian Sect first to see if that stone sword was truly the Zhuxian Sword.
If it was the real deal, bringing it back to the Sky City to serve as the formation core, and setting up a partial Zhuxian Sword Formation, would make him unstoppable.
"You say that, but you're alone, a barefoot person not afraid of a shod one. I, on the other hand, have a whole family. The Underworld cannot be destroyed in my hands."
As a ruler, the Underworld Empress was very responsible, worrying that the Underworld might suffer misfortune because of this.
"How am I a barefoot person not afraid of a shod one? I also have a whole family, you know. No, I have several families."
Ji Mo retorted, glancing at the Underworld Empress. "If you're afraid, then pack up your family and come stay at my Void Sword Sect. I guarantee your Underworld will be safe. Of course, your Underworld has a bad reputation, so you'll have to repent and turn over a new leaf from now on."
"What, you're from the Void Sword Sect?"
The Underworld Empress was dumbfounded, not expecting Ji Mo to have such a background. She immediately felt as if she were shrouded in a massive conspiracy.
Trembling, she asked, "What exactly is your identity... and what is your relationship with that Empty Void Great Immortal?"
Ji Mo bared his teeth and smiled, "Empty Void? He's my elder brother..."