Fan Wubing rolled his eyes at her, "Calling sleazy, then why did you co along with ?"
"Of course, to despise you at the first opportunity!" Anger Demon Lord wrinkled her nose.
Fan Wubing raised an eyebrow, looking at her suspiciously.
Feeling uncomfortable under his gaze, she soon admitted, "Alright, I admit it, actually Sister Jiang didn’t want cooped up in the house all day, so she told to get out more." Then she puffed up her chest and said, "But don’t get cocky! Even without you, I can still wander around!"
Fan Wubing squinted his eyes, "Sister Jiang?"
Anger Demon Lord blushing slightly, "What’s wrong with that?"
"In public, you’re the Slaughter Demon Lord, but in private, you’re Sister Jiang. You’re not just a loyal puppy, you’re a closet freak too!"
The Anger Demon Lord gritted her teeth. She knew these words were insulting, but didn’t understand exactly what they ant, making her even more frustrated. So, she swallowed her pride and asked,
"What does it an?"
Fan Wubing explained it in a down-to-earth, culturally rooted manner consistent with the world’s traditions.
Then the Anger Demon Lord flew into a rage, "You’re the loyal puppy, you’re the closet freak!"
Fan Wubing laughed playfully, "Not convinced, huh? Try jumping up and hitting my knee if you can."
The Anger Demon Lord paused, beginning to wonder what that ant.
While she was in a daze, Fan Wubing tried to shake her off, striding towards the Illusion Immortal Tower.
He hadn’t taken a few steps when the Anger Demon Lord suddenly chased him from behind, grabbed him with clenched teeth and pouted cheeks, looking as angry as a hamster,
"I’m not short! I’m more than half a zhang! You’re only just over half a zhang too!"
More than half a zhang — this statent left Fan Wubing dumbfounded, then he blinked,
"You’re half a zhang, I’m half a zhang plus one chi, a whole chi taller! How could it be the sa?"
"I’m not short!" The Anger Demon Lord tightly clung to Fan Wubing’s sleeve, ready to not let go unless he admitted she wasn’t short.
Fan Wubing was helpless, this person really nitpicked, "Alright, alright, you’re not short, you’re not short."
With that, the Anger Demon Lord released him with a cold snort, looking like soone not to be ssed with.
The two of them headed towards the entrance of the Illusion Immortal Tower.
Just as they reached the entrance, they heard the guard with strong energy shout, "No kids allowed!"
The Anger Demon Lord imdiately looked around, "Are there kids around?"
Fan Wubing covered his face looking up.
Only then did the Anger Demon Lord realize, her face flushed, she hid behind Fan Wubing and retorted, "I’m not a kid..." her voice as faint as a mosquito’s.
Her reaction left Fan Wubing unexpectedly wide-eyed at her,
"What are you doing?"
The Anger Demon Lord pouted, "I’m not a kid."
"Then go and tell him that."
The Anger Demon Lord snorted lightly, "I’m not going to argue with ordinary people."
"So you’re actually a social anxiety-ridden Anger Demon Lord! Wait, no, you’re a neighborhood bully!"
"I’m not." The Anger Demon Lord pouted.
Fan Wubing frowned. Sothing was wrong, the guards of the Illusion Immortal Tower wouldn’t mistake a short person for a kid, right? Imdiately, he sent a burst of energy into the Anger Demon Lord’s body, asuring her bone age.
Then, he opened his mouth wide and said, "You’re only thirteen! Wow, no wonder you didn’t dare tell your age before, turns out you’re underage!"
The Anger Demon Lord stomped on Fan Wubing’s foot, "I’m a hundred and seventy-eight years old!"
"Then why is your bone age only thirteen?"
The Anger Demon Lord was a bit angry, "It’s not growing! What can I do? Ever since I was young, I’ve always been treated as a kid wherever I go, even as a Demon Lord, those guys still see as a kid, I’m so sick of it." Then, she broke into an infatuated smile, "Only Sister Jiang understands and doesn’t despise ."
Fan Wubing operated the "Dead Fire Life Command thod," to explore her fate, then discovered... she was without a fate.
No,
It wasn’t that she was without a fate, but rather her fate was also obscured by Jiang Sha.
The Anger Demon Lord poked Fan Wubing’s back, "Quick, go tell that guy I’m not a kid!"
"Go yourself."
The Anger Demon Lord glared at Fan Wubing, "If you don’t help , I’ll tell Sister Jiang you’re a lecherous demon harassing !"
Fan Wubing said matter-of-factly, "One of my principles is never to have designs on children."
"I said I’m not a kid!" The Anger Demon Lord yelled furiously.
Her shout drew all the surrounding people’s attention.
Her face instantly turned red like a monkey’s bottom, wishing she could find a hole to hide in imdiately.
Unable to bear the pressure of the stares, she tearfully asked Fan Wubing,
"Why are you always against ?"
Fan Wubing was a bit helpless, girl, haven’t you noticed it’s you who keeps going against ? Afraid I’ll take away the only person who treats you well, Sister Jiang, huh.
"You’re still crying at your age."
He grabbed the Anger Demon Lord, walked to the entrance, and told the guard, "Take a good look, is she really a kid."
The guard re-evaluated her and frowned, "A hundred and seventy-eight years old, hmm? Just now, it clearly felt like she was thirteen."
Fan Wubing sternly said, "Apologize."
The guard was about to get mad but couldn’t feel even a hint of aura from Fan Wubing, so he cald down imdiately. A cultivator in the Mahayana Realm has at least this level of insight.
"My apologies, I underestimated you, and disturbed the guests." He honestly apologized to the Anger Demon Lord, "Please co in."
"N-no problem." The Anger Demon Lord was every bit the neighborhood bully but crumbled outside.
The Anger Demon Lord held Fan Wubing’s hand nervously as they passed the guard, entering the Illusion Immortal Tower.
Fan Wubing then said, "You can let go of now, Demon Lord sir."
The Anger Demon Lord imdiately dropped his hand with a huff, "Thanks. But how did you do it, enchant him like the Charm Demon Lord would?"
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