"What are you doing?"
"What are *you* doing?"
"What are *you guys* doing?"
The first sentence was spoken by Ji Hanhan.
Long Lingli, on this side, was being too unrestrained, pouncing on him for a forceful hug and kiss, leaving him quite passive.
With everyone watching, it was hardly appropriate.
The second sentence was Long Lingli questioning Ying Menglong. She sensed a sour aura emanating from the other party, and driven by a damned desire to win, she provocatively bit Ji Mo a few more times.
The third sentence was Ying Menglong's question, her heart filled with grievance, tears welling up in her eyes.
She had just been made pregnant by this heartless man, and yet, the scumbag not only shirked responsibility but was also so quick to get involved with a mistress. Who could tolerate that?
Ji Mo's scalp tingled under Ying Menglong's resentful gaze.
Hey, what's with that look? Don't mess with me.
If people didn't know better, they'd think I dumped you at dawn and then pretended not to know you.
"You really live up to me, don't you?"
Ying Menglong gritted her teeth, her eyes spitting fire.
If she hadn't been momentarily lost in thought upon realizing how much Ji Mo resembled someone from her memory, she might have exploded right then and there.
Long Lingli shivered uncontrollably, startled, and quickly released Ji Mo.
She looked at Ying Menglong with a hint of fear, her wide eyes filled with confusion.
She felt a bloodline suppression from Ying Menglong, compelling her to want to prostrate herself and submit.
Ji Mo looked utterly bewildered, "I think I've lived up to you."
Recalling, he had saved the heavily injured Ying Menglong, administered acupuncture to treat her, and bandaged her wounds. Nothing was wrong.
"You bastard, so you really don't intend to take responsibility?"
Ying Menglong trembled with anger, believing Ji Mo was deliberately refusing to acknowledge anything.
"Ah?"
Ji Mo blinked, frowning slightly. When treating her wounds and bandaging them, he had indeed seen some things he shouldn't have, but he couldn't possibly be held responsible for that.
He said softly, "Miss Menglong, actually, this sort of thing is quite common. I do it often, and no girl has ever asked me to take responsibility. Just let it go, it's in the past."
As the saying goes, a doctor has a parent's heart. When treating patients, close contact is unavoidable, and one must look even if it's considered indecent. It's not like one has to take responsibility for every little thing.
"Do it often?"
Upon hearing this, Ying Menglong felt the world spin.
It's confirmed, he's definitely a scumbag.
Shameless, even proud of it. So he's an old hand.
But she was a noble and pure divine beast, Ying Long. How could this matter just be let go?
"Look, this is what a master at wooing girls looks like. He walks through a hundred flowers, yet not a single petal sticks to him."
"I envy 'Needle Man's' every day. Look at him, he's probably messed with countless naive girls, and they must have all been goddesses."
"Tsk, what a scumbag, a notorious player. He's truly wicked, clearly the type to get what he wants and then pretend he never met you."
"Sisters, we must see through this guy's true colors and not be deceived."
Discussions erupted from the surroundings.
Men were envious and jealous, while women were hateful and critical, directly labeling Ji Hanhan as a scumbag and a player.
Meanwhile, some secretly rejoiced. Those who were fond of women were the easiest to win over or control.
Long Lingli's mouth dropped open, her jaw almost hitting the floor.
She had a good impression of Ji Mo, but she never imagined he wasn't a good person at all, but a philanderer.
She covered her mouth, on the verge of tears.
She had just actively kissed and cuddled with him, wasn't that giving herself away for free? What a loss.
Ying Menglong, filled with disappointment, touched her slightly bulging abdomen and declared, "I'm pregnant."
"Oh, pregnant? Congratulations. Pregnant mothers shouldn't wear such a gloomy face all day. Maintaining a happy mood is beneficial for the baby's development. Come on, curl up your lips, smile a little..."
Ji Mo intended to impart some parenting knowledge but found Ying Menglong's expression growing increasingly grim, and the murderous intent in her eyes was unconcealed.
He felt a jolt and was instantly alarmed, quickly explaining, "You're not going to say this baby is mine, are you? Don't try to pin it on me, I have nothing to do with it."
"Not this child, but two children. Earlier, on the grass, you clearly did that to me. Are you trying to renege?"
Ying Menglong corrected him, her face extremely grim, having completely lost hope in Ji Mo.
This scumbag intended to take advantage and then wash his hands of it, refusing responsibility.
"What did I do? I only gave you seven needles."
Ji Mo looked utterly innocent. What kind of situation was this? He tried to help out of good intentions, only to be accused of fathering a child.
Long Lingli beside him, being unrestrained and having unhealthy thoughts, was shocked and counted on her fingers, exclaiming, "What, seven times! You must be bragging!"
"Seven times and you call it 'only'? You bastard, die."
Ying Menglong was almost driven mad. Was that even human language?
Ji Mo was stunned. What was this about seven times? He had administered seven needles.
Also, even if it were seven times, it had only been two or three days. How could she be pregnant already? This was clearly an attempt to frame him.
Just as he was about to inquire properly, to clear up the misunderstanding, he found Ying Menglong lunging at him with murderous intent.
*Bang!*
Two forces, black and golden-yellow, collided violently behind Ji Mo, emitting a deafening roar.
Ying Menglong wasn't attacking Ji Mo; instead, she was blocking a sneak attack for him.
She let out a muffled groan, her mouth tasted sweet, and she was sent flying backward.
Ji Mo, with lightning-fast reflexes, slid forward and caught Ying Menglong.
Ying Menglong's icy heart warmed: So he still cared about me.
"Netherworld Clan, this is the aura of the Netherworld Clan!"
"Heavens, how is this possible? Di Tianzheng is actually from the Netherworld Clan!"
Horrified cries erupted from the surroundings. Everyone stared fearfully at the churning black energy.
"You leave quickly, I'll deal with him."
Ying Menglong broke free from Ji Mo's embrace and urged him to leave.
Despite her resentment towards Ji Mo, in this moment of danger, she couldn't help but want to protect him.
"You two dogs and bitches, today, you will both die. Neither of you will live."
From within the surging black mist, a crimson light flashed, and the ferocious Di Tianzheng slowly emerged.
He no longer bothered to pretend, having fully reverted to his Netherworld Clan form.
His body was covered in peculiar Netherworld markings, his eyes had turned completely black, his body had tripled in size, and he was enveloped in a scarlet halo, appearing powerful and evil.
Having suffered immense humiliation, his mentality had completely collapsed. He was willing to expose his Netherworld Clan form to exact revenge and kill Ji Mo and Ying Menglong.
"Dragon, that's the aura of a true dragon! This Ying Menglong is actually a pure-blooded divine dragon!"
Exclamations rang out again, and everyone was once again shocked.
Ying Menglong no longer concealed herself. Dragon energy surged from her entire body, and specks of divine light flickered incessantly. She intended to fight Di Tianzheng to the death.
The beings present were all stunned. One Netherworld Clan member appearing was one thing, but to have a divine dragon emerge was another. When had the Immortal Spirit Realm become so full of hidden talents?
"You shouldn't exert yourself, be careful not to disturb your pregnancy."
Ji Mo took out the ninety-thousand-year-old Purple Jade Ginseng and stuffed it into Ying Menglong's hand, saying softly, "Chew on this radish to nourish your body. I'll handle it."