Chapter 9#

The Little Waste Tames the Sinister Demon King (09)

Mo Yan’s movements paused slightly as he held him. He lowered his golden eyes to look at the person in his arms, his thin lips pressed together, and asked in a low voice, “You… when did you discover it?”

Ling Yan gave a light laugh, his exquisite eyes slightly lifting at the corners, radiating a touch of dazzling allure. “Ever since you carried me to the main hall, I sensed it. In the future, if the Demon King wishes to change forms, it would be better to conceal your aura a bit more.”

“…”

Mo Yan was silent for a moment, then pressed his lips together. “I never intended to hide it.”

“Then why did you transform into a cat to see me?”

“…”

Mo Yan was momentarily at a loss for words.

He couldn’t exactly say that he had merely changed into an animal with fur similar to his original form at the time—his real purpose being to kill him, could he?

Could he say that?

Humans should be quite sensitive about such topics.

Seeing Mo Yan silent, Ling Yan had already guessed about seventy or eighty percent. After all, the outcomes of the previous nine strategists were clear—all crushed to death. This time, it was probably to avoid dirtying the demon territory again.

Ling Yan raised his brows slightly, his beautiful peach blossom eyes lifting as he asked softly.

“You came to kill me, didn’t you?”

Mo Yan met the gaze of the person in his arms. Their eyes collided lightly in the air. Since Ling Yan had already seen through it, Mo Yan no longer denied it. “Yes, I really did consider killing you at the time.”

But somehow, after seeing you, I no longer wanted to.

It was truly strange.

Ling Yan was obviously curious about this change and asked softly.

“Then why didn’t you do it?”

Mo Yan frowned slightly, clearly unable to explain it himself.

Obviously, this snake brain, which had lived for nearly a hundred thousand years, could not yet comprehend such complex emotions, let alone understand what “love at first sight” meant.

He pondered for a moment before simply saying, “Perhaps it was because of your neat and decisive method of ‘offering your heart and lungs.’ I admired it, and thought… it might not be a bad thing to have a demon queen.”

“…”

What a unique perspective.

Ling Xiaoqi couldn’t help but comment: 【Big bro, with a snake brain like this, it’s no wonder all the previous honey traps were useless.】

Ling Yan replied leisurely: 【He’s lived so long, training every day, or killing people and fighting for territory. He probably never even thought about those romantic matters.】

【Ah??? Then how did he get through his mating seasons?】

Ling Yan paused for a moment and asked back: 【Isn’t it recorded in the data?】

The sound of pages flipping came from the space. Ling Xiaoqi seemed to search for a while before saying: 【No, this guy has lived too long. It’s normal for a lot of information to be missing.】

Ling Yan was silent for a few seconds, then looked up at the person in front of him, a playful smile curling at the corners of his lips. “How did you get through your previous mating seasons?”

“…”

Mo Yan was silent for a moment, as if the word was unfamiliar to him. He thought it over carefully before replying, “Never had one.”

“Never?”

This time it was Ling Yan’s turn to be shocked.

He propped himself up slightly from Mo Yan’s arms, their faces drawing closer. He stared straight into those golden eyes and asked again: “How old are you?”

“…”

Mo Yan fell silent once more.

This question seemed too complicated for him. He had apparently never considered it in tens of thousands of years. After a long pause, he estimated: “About… a little over a hundred thousand years old.”

Ling Yan was stunned, then couldn’t help laughing: “In all these hundred thousand years… you never had a single mating season?”

“No.”

Mo Yan answered bluntly.

Ling Yan: “…”

Good.

Very good.

Excellent.

So he’s an old virgin—a virgin snake.

Thinking about his earlier speculation, Ling Yan still couldn’t help asking: “Then… what hobbies do you have?”

“Training.”

“And?”

“More training.”

“?”

Ling Yan blinked his tea-colored eyes, a hint of confusion on his handsome face. He pressed further: “What about besides training?”

“Nothing else.”

The answer came without hesitation.

Ling Yan: “…”

Wrong.

Not even killing people or fighting for territory was included.

Ling Yan lounged lazily in his arms, still curious, and continued asking: “Then how did you become the Demon King? I heard… you killed the previous Demon King to take the throne.”

Mo Yan pondered for a moment, as if recalling the past, and slowly said: “The previous Demon King did die by my hand, but my intention was not to seize the throne. I had been cultivating alone for ten thousand years and could never find a worthy opponent. When I heard that the former Demon King was extremely powerful, I went to challenge him. Who knew… he was so fragile that he died easily.”

“…”

Great.

This answer had absolutely nothing to do with what he had guessed or what the data showed.

Ling Yan silently said: 【Little bro, report back to the Quick Transmigration Bureau. The clues they provided don’t match even a fraction.】

【Sigh, what can you do? This guy has lived so long, it’s normal for data to be missing.】

Seeing that Ling Yan had stopped asking questions, Mo Yan pressed his lips together and tentatively asked in a low voice: “Yan Yan, I don’t know how to get along with humans… would you be willing to teach me?”

Ling Yan raised an eyebrow slightly, smiling as he replied: “Sure, no problem.”

So Mo Yan, with one arm still holding him, sat down on a large flat rock in the mountains. Imitating Ling Yan’s earlier questioning tone, he asked seriously: “Yan Yan… what hobbies do you usually have?”

At this, Ling Yan’s spirits lifted, his tea-colored eyes brightening. “I like tasting delicious food.”

“Mm.”

“Sleeping.”

“And?”

“Listening to music, watching plays, eating, drinking, and having fun—I like all of it.”

Mo Yan carefully pondered Ling Yan’s words, digested them for a moment, then nodded solemnly. “Good, I’ll remember that.”

Ling Yan curled up lazily in Mo Yan’s arms.

He dangled his legs idly.

Thinking of the other’s earlier words, he then said: “You said you don’t know how to get along with humans. Do you know… what marriage means?”

Mo Yan nodded slightly. The glow of the setting sun in the mountains fell across his stern profile.

“Of course I do. For demons, marriage is mainly for reproduction. But since Yan Yan is a man, you probably can’t give birth—but that’s fine, I don’t mind.”

That wasn’t what Ling Yan was asking. He hooked his arms around Mo Yan’s neck and said softly: “What I mean is, do you know what exactly a married couple… is supposed to do?”

“???”

This question was indeed difficult for Mo Yan.

He thought and thought, but couldn’t come up with anything beyond reproduction, so he shook his head. “I don’t know. Is there more that needs to be done?”

Ling Yan sighed inwardly, finding it exhausting to guide him step by step like this. He decided to take the initiative: “How about we just kiss? It’s much quicker.”

“???”

Mo Yan was completely baffled, clearly never having heard such an expression before. He asked:

“What is a ‘kiss’?”

Ling Yan smiled at this. That smile seemed to make all the mountain flowers pale in comparison. Without answering directly, he wrapped his arms around Mo Yan’s neck and slowly leaned in.

One man and one snake. Their breaths grew closer, mingling.

Ten centimeters.

Eight centimeters.

Five centimeters.

…

Just as their lips were about to touch, a fierce killing intent flashed through Mo Yan’s golden eyes.

He suddenly turned his head, his sinister and icy aura instantly spreading, and shouted sternly:

“Who’s there? Get out!”