Chapter 18#
The Little Waste Tames the Sinister Demon King (18)
“……”
Ling Yan closed his eyes, not wanting to utter a single word.
For no other reason—his throat was already dry and hoarse, truly too exhausted to speak.
Seeing no response, Mo Yan leisurely kissed down from his slender neck to his chest, leaving a trail of ambiguous red marks like plum blossoms blooming in the snow.
He let out a low chuckle, but his tone brooked no refusal: “Yan Yan, if you don’t speak, I’ll take it as your agreement.”
“……”
Whatever.
Ling Yan thought in self-abandonment.
After all, at this moment, aside from his face, there was hardly a spot on his body without those speckled red-purple marks—even his ankles and wrists hadn’t been spared.
Even the pale tips of his buttocks still bore several clear, branded snake-tooth marks.
Mo Yan gently kissed his flushed cheek, his voice low and hypnotic: “Yan Yan, do you remember ten years ago, when you asked me what my hobbies were?”
“Mhm……”
Ling Yan replied lazily, still unwilling to speak or move.
But the next second, his tea-colored eyes snapped open, he suddenly turned to Mo Yan beside him, his voice hoarse from overuse yet tinged with surprise.
“What did you just say? Ten years?”
A hint of a smile flickered across Mo Yan’s sharply defined features as he nodded. “Indeed. It’s been a full ten years since our wedding night.”
“……”
Damn.
Ten years already.
No wonder he was so exhausted—he’d thought it had only been a few days.
Truly worthy of being the Demon King.
Unbelievably formidable.
Ling Yan lay limp and sore in Mo Yan’s embrace, lazily lifting his eyelids to ask.
“Hobbies, what did you say about hobbies?”
Mo Yan straightened up slightly, leaning back against the soft couch behind him, but his arm still firmly held Ling Yan in his embrace—a possessively protective posture.
He said in a low voice: “Ten years ago you asked what my hobbies were; I answered ‘cultivation.’ But now I’ve discovered something more interesting than cultivation.”
Ling Yan yawned wearily and mumbled, “What is it?”
Mo Yan’s golden eyes deepened as his gaze slowly swept down to the slightly open collar of Ling Yan’s robe, his tone calm yet suggestive: “Drinking milk.”
“……?”
Then his gaze dropped further, and he slowly uttered two more words.
“Eating chicken.”
“……”
Perverted snake.
Truly a ten-thousand-year-old lecherous snake.
Ling Yan, still nestled in his arms, lifted his long lashes to glance at him, a hint of sarcasm in his voice: “Well, congratulations to the Demon King on gaining two new hobbies.”
Mo Yan lowered his head to kiss his lips, a hint of laughter in his voice.
“All thanks to Yan Yan.”
“……”
Tch.
This bastard.
Finally, under Ling Yan’s firm insistence, the “wedding night” that had lasted a full ten years came to an end. Throughout the process, Mo Yan looked extremely reluctant, his golden eyes staring at him with grievance, as if he had suffered a great injustice.
Ling Yan simply pretended not to see, completely ignoring the almost tangible mournful gaze.
When dressing, Ling Yan keenly noticed that the golden patterns embroidered on his robe had subtly changed—they were now exactly like the demonic patterns on Mo Yan’s body, with winding serpent designs coiled delicately over the fabric, radiating a faint golden glow.
One black robe and one red robe, yet both now bore the same serpent pattern.
Ling Yan couldn’t help twitching the corners of his mouth.
How impressive.
Sneakily arranging matching outfits.
Just as Ling Yan was straightening his collar, the long blackout at Ling Xiaoqi’s end finally ended. In a tearful voice, it hurriedly spoke: [Big Brother! Are you still alive?! How on earth did you get through these ten years?!]
[……]
Ling Yan was momentarily speechless.
How should he put it? Say they spent ten years in bed? Or that what was supposed to be just a wedding night accidentally stretched into a decade?
Either way, it sounded absurd.
Ling Xiaoqi was still sobbing uncontrollably, crying almost incoherently: [If it weren’t for the system detecting that your vital signs were normal all along… Second Brother really thought you were gone!! Wuwuwuwu ahhhhh—]
Ling Yan frowned slightly and said helplessly, [Stop wailing. I’m fine.]
Just then, the system prompt rang clearly.
[Ding~ System auto-prompt: Mo Yan’s darkening value -50, current darkening value: 22.]
Hearing the prompt, Ling Yan raised an eyebrow slightly and thought to himself.
[It dropped quite a bit.]
Ling Xiaoqi started sniffling again: [This is all because Big Brother sacrificed himself! In previous missions, there was no need to offer your body. Really, that snake Mo Yan got off too easily!]
At that moment, Mo Yan’s figure flickered in from outside the hall. Without a sound, he wrapped his arms around Ling Yan’s waist from behind, lowered his head, and whispered in his ear with a smile: “Talking to that little thing in your sea of consciousness again?”
Ling Yan: “……”
Ling Xiaoqi: “……”
Holy crap!
How did he know?! When did he discover it?! How could he detect it?!
Ling Yan’s body stiffened almost imperceptibly, but he didn’t show much surprise on his face. He slowly turned around, meeting Mo Yan’s deep golden eyes, and asked calmly.
“You know? Can you hear our conversation?”
Mo Yan stood tall in his black robe, his tone calm yet certain: “I’ve long sensed another presence in your consciousness, communicating with you constantly. As for the specifics of what you say—I can’t tell. If I truly wanted to pry, it wouldn’t be difficult; I would only need to probe into your sea of consciousness—”
He paused slightly, a glint of strange light flickering in his eyes, “—but that would likely damage your divine mind and leave you addled.”
“……”
Ling Xiaoqi shivered in fright: [Big Brother, this guy is way too strong.]
Strong wasn’t the word.
He was unfathomably powerful.
Having gone through countless missions and crossed myriad worlds, Ling Yan had met all kinds of beings—demons, immortals, devils, humans—but never had anyone been able to sense Ling Xiaoqi’s existence.
Mo Yan was the first.
No.
The first demon.
Instead of panicking, Ling Yan let out a light smile and said frankly, “He’s a little brother I adopted. He’s been with me for many years. Do you want to meet him?”
Mo Yan raised an eyebrow, interest flickering in his eyes.
“Sure.”
Ling Xiaoqi froze on the spot.
The next second, Ling Yan called out in his mind: [Second Brother, come out.]
Ling Xiaoqi was silent for a moment, then asked hesitantly: [Big Brother, are you serious?]
[Of course. He’s already found you out.]
[……]
Terrifying.
Could a system die?
Why was this Demon King so unfathomable?
He was completely different from the records in the database, far beyond anything they had ever encountered in previous worlds. No wonder the nine previous challengers had all fallen into his hands—it was entirely deserved.
In an instant, a soft white light flashed, and Ling Xiaoqi’s figure quietly appeared on the ground—
Still in his neat black-and-white little suit, but with a cute pacifier in his mouth, looking both adorable and incongruous.
Ling Xiaoqi timidly glanced at Ling Yan beside him and called softly.
“Big Brother.”
Ling Yan replied with a light “Mm.”
Then Ling Xiaoqi timidly looked up at Mo Yan, trying his best to raise his head to meet that tall and straight figure, involuntarily shrinking back a step.
Remembering the countless BL novel plots he’d read in the system space over the past ten years, he took a deep breath, gathered his courage, and softly addressed Mo Yan.
“Hello, Big Brother-in-law.”