[Infant Mofeng's Inspiration!]
After all, a little creature as amusing and fun as Mofeng, coupled with all his various peculiarities, made Di Cangli momentarily reluctant to kill him.
After all, as the peerless Demon Emperor of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths who ruled over the Land of Ten Thousand Demons, leave aside the entire Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, even those by her side feared, dreaded, and cowered before her.
Aside from those few Emperor Grade fellows who felt no fear toward her, there was not a single person around who could arouse her interest.
Therefore, after fully recovering her wits, Di Cangli directly restrained Mofeng as he attempted to escape.
Immediately afterward, amidst Mofeng's gaze full of despair, a tremendous suction force came from Di Cangli's palm, pulling Mofeng directly back into her grasp.
Holding him once again by the scruff of his neck, like clutching a sickly little chick, Di Cangli hoisted Mofeng up and looked him over.
"Little thing, if this Empress remembers correctly..."
"The seven-colored ganoderma you were cradling in your arms just now seems to be the Soul-Nourishing Ganoderma this Empress carefully cultivated for over a thousand years."
Held in Di Cangli's grip and completely unable to escape, Mofeng heard her words, and those big, watery eyes of his widened even further.
What to do, what to do? The Soul-Nourishing Ganoderma he had eaten was older than his ancestors.
Things seemed to have gotten terribly serious.
Thinking of this, feeling the gravity of the situation, Mofeng's brain raced at top speed.
Then, with his eyes wide open, Mofeng looked at Di Cangli and batted them innocently.
From the voice of this peerless beauty, he detected no trace of anger.
Moreover, the person before him possessed unfathomably vast strength. If she truly wanted to kill him, why bother capturing him first? A single palm strike would have been enough to flatten him into dust.
It seemed things were not entirely without a turnaround.
If all else failed, well, at worst he would just be killed once. What else could he do?
Thus, hoisted in Di Cangli's hand, Mofeng decided to make one more effort. If he could avoid dying, it was certainly better not to die.
With this thought, Mofeng looked up innocently at Di Cangli before him, a bright, naive smile blooming on his face, while a tiny, milky sound of "gabba gabba" escaped his lips.
Furthermore, he stretched out his little hands and flapped them about in front of him—an action that completely mirrored an infant demanding to be picked up and cuddled.
Looking at Mofeng frantically trying to act cute before her, Di Cangli let out a laugh: "Little thing, do you really think this Empress will fall for that again?"
As she gazed at Mofeng's gesture of wanting an embrace, her mind instantly flashed back to how this little fellow had suddenly pulled out a black brick and smashed it right against her forehead just moments ago.
Therefore, looking at Mofeng's cute act, Di Cangli recalled that unpleasant episode and wore a mocking smile.
That black brick, which had struck her forehead and plunged her into a state of forced dizziness, had been able to appear out of nowhere in this little creature's hand and then vanish just as suddenly.
Looking at the stark-naked little cutie before her, who possessed no storage treasures whatsoever, that black brick capable of freely appearing and disappearing in his hands was definitely an Innate Companion Soul Weapon.
At this thought, Di Cangli looked at Mofeng in her grasp, who was still acting cute and pretending not to understand her words, and said, "I truly don't know what kind of freakish monster you are. Not only can you evade divine sense so that no one detects you,"
"You even possess an Innate Companion Soul Weapon, and after eating so many spiritual herbs from my Spirit Herb Garden, plus the Soul-Nourishing Ganoderma on top of that, you actually haven't exploded and died from the excess energy."
"You really are a freak..."At this point, Di Cangli looked down at Mofeng, whom she was holding by the scruff of the neck while he still kept trying to reach out for a hug. She smiled faintly. "It seems you little rascal still haven't given up."
"That Innate Companion Soul Weapon of yours could only stun me for a single second."
"Do you really think you can vanish from my sight in that one second?"
"Come on, let the Emperor see what other tricks an interesting little creature like you can possibly pull in front of me."
Looking at the utterly adorable little creature before her, and watching Mofeng babbling and making baby gestures as he begged to be held, she scooped him up into her arms.
Mofeng, who had been secretly shedding tears after hearing Di Cangli say she wouldn't fall for his tricks, felt his heart break even further.
Fall for it? What tricks could he even pull?
That useless piece of junk, the Myriad Sword Box, had promised it could stun someone for ten seconds, but in the end, it had only stunned her for a single second!
You damn cowardly system, couldn't you have made those tiny explanatory notes bigger?!If the system that Mofeng had sacrificed were aware of his current thoughts, it would surely have a serious debate with him about which of them was truly the bigger snake.
Furthermore, the description clearly stated a maximum stun duration of ten seconds—did he just conveniently ignore the word "maximum"? Moreover, according to Di Cangli herself, the Myriad Sword Box had only stunned her for a single second.
This was absolute madness; how was he supposed to play this game?
As Mofeng was inwardly venting his frustration at the Myriad Sword Box, he was pulled into Di Cangli’s embrace. In that moment, he felt every pore in his body open in sheer delight.
The soft, overwhelming sensation made Mofeng feel as if he were floating.
Good heavens. Previously, caught up in his fear and anxiety, and mesmerized by her beauty, Mofeng had completely overlooked Di Cangli’s figure.
If all the women in the world were mere hills, then this woman was the undisputed queen of them all, standing tall as Mount Everest—dwarfing all other mountains, in a league entirely her own.Whatever Myriad Sword Box, whatever few seconds of dizziness, none of that mattered to him anymore.
"I never expected a little thing like you to be such a little pervert."
"If it weren't for your Innate Companion Soul Weapon proving that you aren't an Emperor Grade expert reincarnated, do you think I'd let you take advantage of me?"
Looking at Mofeng—who had been pulled into her embrace, a look of utter bliss on his face, eyes squinted in pure happiness—Di Cangli chuckled. "As expected, men are all no good."
Curious about all the mysteries surrounding Mofeng, Di Cangli gazed at him as he stopped struggling in her arms, studying him closely.
Plump and fair, with a small body that felt soft and squishy to hold—it was definitely because this little thief had been stealing and eating those spirit herbs in her Spirit Herb Garden that he had nurtured such a plump, fair physique, making him feel so soft and wonderfully comfortable in her arms.
This completely unprecedented feeling utterly fascinated Di Cangli.
After all, it is lonely at the top.
She was the supreme ruler of all the demon clans across the Land of Ten Thousand Demons; everyone feared and dreaded her.
Yet Mofeng, this little fellow, showed her neither fear nor dread, acting toward her with such closeness and affection.
The feeling was truly marvelous.
The little thing's large, watery, cute eyes looked full of innocence, but in truth, those deep, bright, shrewdly sparkling eyes were brimming with cleverness.
He looked foolish and innocent, but in reality, this little fellow was pitch-black at heart—a pure, clever imp, a slippery little rascal.
Otherwise, even if the divine sense of her Red Fox Guards couldn't perceive him, they wouldn't have failed to notice his physical presence.
Beneath a small, adorable nose was a chubby little mouth, making the little fellow look even more irresistible.