The Lady Keeps Flirting with Death, and the Demon Venerable Bends at the Waist

Cultivators outside all say that the Demon Venerable, Jun Buren, is a fiend who has slaughtered countless people. Just one look at his face is enough to unsettle a cultivator's Dao heart.

Fortunately, Jing Li is a good-for-nothing with no Dao heart to speak of.

“Lord Demon Venerable, are you still awake?”

Jun Buren's face was as cold as frost. He fixed his gaze on the young woman who had suddenly appeared before him, looking at her as if she were already dead. His bloodthirsty warning made it seem that he might take her head at any moment.

“You're dressed all in white. Are you wearing mourning clothes for yourself in advance?”

“Pure white represents chastity. If you don't like it, Lord Demon Venerable, I could take it off.”

At that, the System cried out in Jing Li's mind, “Host, nice one!”

Jun Buren uncrossed his long legs and sat down beside the stone bed with an air of regal elegance, looking meaningfully at the girl's dazzling, brazenly beautiful face.

He teased, “Take it off.”

Jing Li was stunned. Why wasn't this old fossil following the script?