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

"Mind if I sit here?"

Although he asked this, Fan Ning didn't consider the other party's thoughts at all, and sat down in the empty seat next to him.

The masked face across from him seemed to freeze for a moment. Fan Ning chuckled and took out a wine glass filled with wine from the side. "Want a drink?"

"Do not……"

Before he could finish his words, the tone of rejection was blocked by a wine glass. Fan Ning still smiled, and with the tip of her finger holding the wine glass, she just happened to pick off the mask on the other person's face.

The people who were secretly waiting to see the joke fell silent in an instant.

The worst was the demon servant who was serving wine next to him.

He was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes widened as if he had seen something terrifying.

"Demon, Demon Lord...?!"

Ling You glanced at him indifferently, frowned, and was about to say something when his words were covered by a white and slender hand.

"It's the Demon Lord I want," Fan Ning snorted lightly, his brows curved, without even a trace of fear. Instead, it was as if he had seen some long-awaited beauty. Before the other party could recover from the shock, he scooped up the wine glass in his hand and forced it into his mouth.

Ling You stared at her without blinking. For some reason, he should have immediately ordered someone to drag this disrespectful woman out. But the moment he was stared at by those eyes again, the irritation that had been rising in his heart miraculously disappeared.

As if plugging the gap in his heart, he stared at the other person's face closely. Before he moved his hands, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"My Lord Demon... do you want to spend a good night with me?" Fan Ning leaned casually beside him, with the corners of his eyes slightly raised, and there seemed to be ripples flowing in his eyes.

Seeing Ling You didn't say anything, she grabbed his hand and placed it on her mask. In just a breath, the two faces exposed in the air began to move closer rapidly.

Ling You seemed a little surprised, but soon followed his inner thoughts and quietly bit the wine glass.

Fan Ning leaned on his shoulder, stretched out her hand to lift her chin, and the bright red wine flowed down Ling You's throat.

The demon servants standing nearby were all stunned. They exchanged glances cautiously, and finally pulled up the other guests sitting in their seats from left to right. Without saying a word, they covered their mouths with spirit stones and sent them out.

There were only two people left in the huge venue.

"Do you still want to drink? That look... really reminds me of the past."

Ling You remained silent, but his hand quickly snatched the wine glass that Fan Ning had placed on his lips.

"You can't drink." He drank the wine he had just filled in one gulp. A faint blush appeared on his cheeks. He squinted his eyes, as if he had been wronged. "Who did you think of when you looked at me?"

Fan Ning: “……?”

"Eh?" She curled her lips into a smile, but suddenly she had an idea to play a prank on him.

"Your face is no different from his, except that he's not the Demon Lord, and he was thinking about other things when he got married."

"Are you married?" Ling You frowned, subconsciously resisting this option.

But Fan Ning nodded in agreement, "They are married, but he is so focused on his career that he seems to have completely forgotten about me."

Ling You looked even more unhappy, his eyes drooping, and even the corners of his mouth, which were red from the wine, didn't look like he was smiling.

"Are you really married?" He asked again in a low voice.

"Do you care so much?" Fan Ning was amused. He lifted the other's chin with one hand, leaned his head closer, and kissed his still drunken lips.

Ling You was stunned for a moment. Just as his hand fell on the waist of the person next to him, he felt the hot air blowing against his ear.

"If you can make me happier than my husband, I will break the Heavenly Dao Contract with him. How do you think that is?"

【…】

The system that was forced into the small dark room: [……]

Isn't this a bit too much? He even broke the Heavenly Dao Contract...

Ling You looked so anxious and cautious - he would be unhappy if he really tore it apart at that time.

The system was speechless and banned itself.

-

Ling You, who had not yet recovered his memory, naturally did not know the inside story. He just obeyed his inner thoughts and let Fan Ning change him into bright clothes and walked into the street outside with a thin veil on his face.

After such a short separation, a full year has already passed in this life.

The demon world didn't seem to have changed at all. Fan Ning found a place with a good view and sat down, facing the stage on the other floor. The beauties twisted their waists and cast seductive glances at him. Almost instantly, the seats downstairs were surrounded by people.

The area closest to the mortal world is inevitably tainted with the common atmosphere of the people.

Fan Ning held the hot tea in one hand, his eyes moving around, as if he was completely unaware of the strangeness on the faces of the people around him.

But the fact is - all the subtle changes in Ling You's expression did not escape her eyes.

Whether it was the drooping eyes, the unhappy look at the corners of her mouth, or even the occasional unconcealable jealousy, it never left her eyes.

"Is it pretty?" Ling You couldn't hold it in for long, and quickly turned back to his face full of interest. "...These are just ordinary people's postures. Even if they are occasionally novel, they can't compare to the dancers in my palace. If you like, just ask them to dance for you."

As he spoke, his hands behind his back moved slowly, and tiny demonic energy flew out with the wind.

The ostentatious stage collapsed in an instant. Although no one was injured, the people below scattered and the show "Beauty on the Stage" could not continue.

In the distance, someone cursed softly for unknown reasons, then turned around and met a smiling face.

"Being seen by that gentleman is really troublesome. Since you are free, could you please help me clean up the mess?"

"Lord Jiangxue..." The chosen man's shoulders trembled as he forced a smile. "As long as you need me, I will naturally not refuse."

"That's good. The big shot who caused us trouble is now working on our emotions. It's a bit troublesome, but it's best not to complain, okay? What do you think?"

The person opposite was shaking even more violently.

There is only one person who can be called a big shot by a demon general. After realizing who he had just scolded, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat even though nothing had happened yet.

Jiangxue missed his sight and looked at the tea stall not far away.

I was originally just thinking about saying hello to my immediate superior, but when I saw the face opposite me, even though I couldn't imagine what the other person looked like, I couldn't help but curl the corners of my mouth upwards.

"Don't call me that when we're out. Just call me Master Lin," he smiled. He was not attracted by the Demon Lord's particularly gorgeous clothes for a moment. Instead, he felt a vague regret that the look in that person's eyes when he looked at the Demon Lord was so gentle.