Bound to Mary Sue, I am against involution in the world of immortal cultivation

What he saw was an adult man sitting on a high seat, his eyes half-raised. The bloody thorns on the chair kept irritating him and climbing upwards. After waiting for a moment, he smiled and raised his hand, which was constantly bleeding. When his eyes fell on Ling You, he seemed to become a little more serious. "Ling You... my younger brother, should I call you that?"

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Fan Ning calmly crushed the thorns that almost spread around her.

The man who had been so arrogant just now was stunned by the sudden change in front of him, and finally turned his head to look at Fan Ning.

"So you can see? I thought you were blind." Fan Ning scratched Ling You's palm, and when she felt his stiff and cold hand, she was caught off guard and immediately turned her face away. "How long are you going to keep posing there? Do I look like someone who's easy to bully?"

"...Are you the Fan Ning who is dressed as a woman in the rumors?" The man smiled, narrowed his eyes dangerously, and his aura surged like a dam bursting.

"So you are that despicable and incompetent Demon Lord?" Fan Ning showed no fear at all, and his expression didn't even change. "It's exactly the same as the rumors said."

"..."

"Hmph, you're quite eloquent," the Demon Lord lowered his eyes, his face cold, "Is this how you tricked my brother?"

Thorns grew wildly inside the tower, wrapping around the cold pillar. The sharp thorns pointed straight to Fan Ning's heart, and gorgeous flowers bloomed at the end.

"Tricking...?" Fan Ning raised his eyes, without even looking at the clusters of sharp and deadly thorny vines, he just calmly broke off a long thorn, as if he was unaware of the threat from the person in front of him, and played with it in the palm of his hand.

The Demon Lord sneered, still not taking her seriously. "My younger brother is the one that the Demon Palace should honor as the heir to the throne. You deceived him to this point and even wanted to deprive him of his identity. What crime should you be charged with?"

Fan Ning looked at Ling You beside him.

Ling You was stunned for a moment, as if he had not expected to hear such a sentence, and sighed silently: "There has never been such a thing."

He was clearly the one being hunted...

"It seems that he is more important in your plan than you thought," Fan Ning looked at the long thorn on his hand with some distress. The moment it was broken, the flower on top had lost all its vitality.

Withered, ugly, and rotten in an instant.

After a long time, the Demon Lord walked down in their direction.

"What do you know?" He looked at Fan Ning with a mocking look on his face.

Fan Ning sneered: "What does it have to do with you to know what he knows? You just want something from him, and he himself is probably of no use to you."

The Demon Lord sighed softly and murmured, "As expected...that old thing really left something on him."

Ling You, who was listening in completely, said: “……?”

What…?

On him?

Was he informed...how come he had no idea?

Fan Ning smiled but didn't explain, "So, do you still want me to let your brother go? Identity, status...you should think carefully about this."

"Are you threatening me?"

"What if I just stand here and do nothing, hoping for some excitement?"

Fan Ning spread his hands and smiled slightly: "Although I like to watch the fun, I won't be so bored."

Ling You: "...There's no need to admit it so frankly, right?"

The expression of the demon lord in front of him obviously changed!

"That only shows that he is narrow-minded," Fan Ning threw away the thorn in his hand and repeated in an extremely calm tone: "With such a narrow mind, I'm sure many of his subordinates must want to leave."

"Are you talking about Jiangxue?" The Demon Lord suddenly calmed down again, as if he found some interest in this name. The corner of his mouth twitched, "He would never betray me. Otherwise, why would you appear here?"

He said meaningfully: "He knows how powerful I am better than you do."

"Pa pa pa," Fan Ning clapped his hands three times calmly. "Well said. I'll say the same thing next time."

Ling You: “…”

Ling You sincerely advised: "It's better not to learn this sentence."

It sounds like he deserves a beating.

"Hmph," the Demon Lord snorted coldly, but he didn't bother with the two people in front of him, "Let's take a look at this first."

He raised his hand, and a body tightly entangled in thorns hung down from the top of the tower.

There was a circle of poisonous mist around his tightly closed eyes. Even though he was tied up and unconscious, he seemed to be in constant pain and his body trembled unconsciously.

"Do you know this person?" the Demon Lord asked them with a smile.

Fan Ning raised an eyebrow and replied, "The disciple of the Medicine Master from Changfeng Sect."

"Really? She's quite brave, even daring enough to break into my tower alone. Unfortunately, she's not strong enough, and she was spotted by my little pet inside the second door."

"The person is still alive. It seems that your little pet is not that great either. Is it just these vines in front of you? Tsk... Not only is his strength not good, but his vision is also poor."

The Demon Lord was choked. It was obvious that no one had dared to speak to him like this for a long time.

However, Fan Ning was too lazy to read other people's expressions. He just grabbed Cheng Shuang's wrist and after confirming the situation, he put on an indifferent expression again.

Ling You: "Can this still survive?"

Fan Ning: "...maybe? You know, I don't know most of the things that can save people."

Ling You: "If she died here..."

Fan Ning pondered for a moment, "It's a bit troublesome, but it doesn't matter. When the time comes, I can just give all the hatred points to the Demon Lord."

"..."

"You two, I am still standing here," the Demon Lord was speechless. Looking at the two people in front of him who were too relaxed, he didn't know whether to be angry or laugh.

At least, his younger brother had never acted like this in front of him before. Every time, he was chased with nowhere to hide, staring at him with hatred with those beautiful eyes that looked so much like his father's... Thinking about it now, he actually felt a little bit of anticipation.

"I suggest you retract your disgusting gaze," Fan Ning interrupted the Demon Lord's gaze on Ling You, the smile on his face gradually becoming dangerous, "Otherwise-"

Before he could finish his words, the vines wrapped around the tower had already been eroded by the black flames and twisted in pain.

The Demon Lord's expression changed, and he looked at Fan Ning with much more caution: "Are you... a demon cultivator?"

"Does my stupid brother know about this?"

Ling You opened his mouth as if he wanted to answer, but he couldn't find an excuse to refute, and fell silent for a while.

The facts are already before us, absolutely true.

The thorny vines were originally the product of demonic energy, and the energy now circling above them, without biting them to cause them to break apart, was obviously also real demonic energy.

Ling You looked at Fan Ning in front of him with a complicated expression. For the first time, he felt that he had never known the real her.