Quick Wear: The yandere villain is confused by the host again

"Master, where are you going next?"

After leaving the Lin Mansion, Chu Mo walked leisurely beside Fan Yuan with his hands behind his back.

"You said before that the demon king is about to be born. Do we have to go find him?"

"Ah."

Fan Yuan responded neither lightly nor heavily.

"Next, we will go to the imperial capital."

"Is it the most prosperous place in the world as described in the book?"

Chu Mo immediately became interested.

"The true dragon emperor in the world is also there!"

But after thinking about it, I found another bright spot.

"Master, we are going to the Imperial Capital... Does that mean the Demon King is also there?"

Fan Yuan nodded slightly and answered him.

"Once the demon king appears in the world, he will cause chaos in the world. His primary goal is to destroy the Xuantian Mirror that sits in the imperial capital."

"Xuantian Mirror?"

Chu Mo recalled the knowledge he had learned from books before.

"Is it the ancient artifact that can purify evil spirits and protect all living things?"

"Ah."

Fan Yuan replied: "Its function is just enough to cover the entire imperial capital. With it, the imperial capital will not be swallowed by evil spirits."

Chu Mo couldn't help but scratch his chin.

"Master, why is this demon king so evil? We are all demons, so can't he be like me?"

Although I am a demon, I have no intention of harming anyone.

But why does this demon king, whom I have never met, sound like an unforgivable villain?

"Because... this time the demon king is formed by gathering all the evil thoughts and filthy energy in the world."

Fan Yuan glanced at him sideways.

“This is a calamity for all living beings.”

"I understand, Master!"

Chu Mo said with a smile.

"You taught me fortune-telling so that I can predict these things in advance, right?"

It’s just that my skills are not yet proficient enough, so I can only predict small things.

Only Fan Yuan could foresee such a major event that concerns the lives of all people.

It should be related to personal practice and cultivation.

After all, Fan Yuan is now a mortal immortal, while he is still in the category of a demon.

If monsters want to become gods, they have to do more good deeds and accumulate more merits.

Just like Fan Yuan said, the birth of this demon king is a calamity for all living beings.

If he follows the other party to defeat the demon king, he will definitely gain a lot of merit!

Thinking that this would bring him one step closer to becoming a god, he couldn't wait any longer.

Rubbing his hands eagerly: "Master, let's go quickly!"

"……Um."

Seeing through his inner thoughts, Fan Yuan didn't say much.

He stopped, looked at the bamboo forest beside him, and extended a hand towards Chu Mo.

This means to use magic to take him directly to the imperial capital.

Chu Mo's eyes fell on the clean and broad palm in front of him, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

Then, reach out your hand.

At this moment——

Something unexpected happened.

A strange wind suddenly blew around the two of them, and then it seemed as if something separated them.

In the blink of an eye, Chu Mo found that the person in front of him suddenly disappeared.

"Master?!"

He subconsciously took two steps forward and looked around vigilantly.

"Is this... a demonic aura?"

I didn’t feel it just now.

But now I find that... this bamboo forest is filled with the breath of monsters!

……

But it was obvious that the monster was not coming for him.

The one who got hit was Fan Yuan.

The blood of a true dragon is something that many monsters dream of, so naturally they will set their sights on this coveted commodity.

But not every monster dares to attack Fan Yuan.

Since the fight has begun, it means that the other party is quite confident.

"Master?"

In Fan Yuan's eyes, nothing seemed to have changed.

Except for that fleeting evil wind.

He and Chu Mo were still standing there, and Chu Mo was about to hand his hand to him.

"..."

His sight fell on the young man's smiling face, and his light blue eyes narrowed slightly.

Then, he suddenly withdrew his hand.

So Chu Mo looked at him with innocent eyes, as if he didn't understand why he took his hand back.

"...Monster, remove the illusion you created."

The man's face was frosty, and he grabbed his neck with lightning speed.

"Chu Mo" was immediately surprised: "Master...what's wrong with you? Don't you recognize your good disciple?"

"Or did I do something wrong and made Master unhappy?"

The young man's demeanor was lively and alert, and he looked no different from usual.

But Fan Yuan still saw something was wrong at a glance.

He knew that the person in front of him was not Chu Mo.

He also knew that he had been dragged into the illusion by the monster.

The faint fragrance that comes into the nose seems to have the ability to confuse people.

If it were an ordinary person, his reaction would have become slow long ago.

But he was not affected at all and his mind was extremely clear.

The force on his hands gradually increased, and the young man opposite showed a painful expression.

"Master...are you really going to kill me? Can you really do it?"

"..."

Fan Yuan paused slightly.

A gleam of light flashed across the eyes of "Chu Mo" on the opposite side. He seized this opportunity and instantly switched the scene of the illusion.

The place they were in was no longer the bamboo forest, but the mountain hut where they had lived together for several months.

"Master, your hands are so cold."

Fan Yuan was sitting at the stone table, while "Chu Mo" was lying obediently on his lap, smiling and blinking.

"I'll warm you up, okay?"

As he spoke, the young man gently held up his hands and put them against his chest.

That delicate yet somewhat ruffian face was still raised, and her bright eyes looked at him.

"Will it stop being cold?"

"Chu Mo" stared at him intently, as if he was the only one in those clear and bright eyes.

This slightly reckless behavior is indeed in line with his style.

"..."

Facing the young man who was leaning on his legs with a look of trust on his face.

Fan Yuan's eyelashes, as cold as frost and snow, trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Seeing this, "Chu Mo" smiled even more happily.

There was a feeling of being smug about having succeeded in teasing him.

"Master, even though you don't say it, you actually like me doing this, right?"

As soon as he finished asking, Fan Yuan suddenly stood up.

Grabbing his collar, he pressed him heavily onto the stone table.

There was a gloominess and coldness on his face that had never been seen before.

Before he could speak, the young man in front of him asked first: "Master, what are you going to do to me?"

He asked with a grin, laying on the table without any resistance, his eyes seemed to be able to seduce people.

Chu Mo's unruly temperament was fully revealed.

"Actually, whatever Master wants to do is fine. After all, Master has taught me so much, I have to repay him..."

The young man began to twist his body on the table, his eyes flickering.

The belt fastened around the slender waist also slowly loosened.

"..."

Fan Yuan's gaze swept across it somewhat uncontrollably, and then retracted in an instant.

And "Chu Mo" had already sat up with a smile, staring at the bright mark between his eyebrows.

"Master... the red lotus between your eyebrows is so beautiful, can I kiss it?"

"..."

Just as he leaned closer, Fan Yuan finally couldn't bear it anymore.

As soon as he raised his sleeves, a powerful force swept him away.

"Chu Mo" retreated dozens of meters away in an instant.

"Master, you have such a cruel heart. How could you be so heartless to me?"

"But a mere demon... wants to obtain dragon blood?"

Fan Yuan's voice was as cold as a pond, and it swept towards the young man with a huge pressure.

"..." The charmer tried to use his cultivation to resist the pressure, while pretending to be calm and smiling:

"Thanks to the fact that Lord Long was restless and his mind was not clear enough, I was able to take advantage of this opportunity~"

Otherwise, how could you succeed at the first try?

His words directly pointed out the thing that Fan Yuan least wanted to face and least wanted to admit.

That is...

His heart was really confused.