You're Staring at Me, I'll Get Shy! Di Jiang: Why the Hell Are You Blushing!

Inside the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, the atmosphere was extremely strange.

Di Jiang was stunned when he heard Zhao Gongming say "I have an idea, but I haven't done it yet."

He instinctively took half a step back, staring intently at Zhao Gongming with the eyes one would use for a top-tier dangerous entity in the Primordial World.

In his heart, Zhao Gongming's current danger level surpassed Di Jun, who held the River Diagram and Luo Script, and even surpassed Tai Yi, who was always ringing the bell.

"This kid... is too weird!"

"Not only can he refine magic treasures that turn people into women, but he also has those kinds of ideas about men?"

"Our Witch Race men are all strong and sturdy. If he sets his sights on them..."

Di Jiang shivered, not daring to think further.

At this moment, Daoist Ci Hang finally ended his transformation state, changing back into his normal Daoist robes.

His face was full of shame and indignation. He pointed at Zhao Gongming, his voice trembling.

"Junior Brother, what exactly are you trying to do?!"

"Is this kind of joke something you can just make? What about my honor?"

Not far away, Xuandu and Medicine Master were slinging arms around each other, whispering.

Xuandu sighed, a look of regret on his face.

"To be honest, even though Junior Brother Ci Hang is a man, that figure just now... was indeed good. Junior Brother Zhao is a bit too perverted."

Medicine Master chuckled, his eyes hazy.

"What man? That was our sweet, soft, non-pregnant little cake!"

"Medicine Master!!"

Ci Hang heard these lewd words and fell into despair, hugging his head and squatting on the ground.

"Please, stop joking with me. I want to go home. I want to go back to Kunlun Mountain!"

Seeing the atmosphere suddenly become awkward and gradually fall apart.

Zhao Gongming spread his hands innocently, saying with a sincere expression.

"Oh dear, what's wrong with all of you?"

"I was just joking, trying to liven things up."

"Don't be so serious, everyone. A smile can make you ten years younger."

Di Jun stood to the side, looking at Zhao Gongming's harmless face, and said very seriously.

"Little friend Zhao."

"If these words came from someone else, they might be a joke."

"But coming from you... why does it feel like it's not a joke?"

"I even feel like you've already made a plan in your heart."

Zhao Gongming rolled his eyes, waved his hand, and said calmly.

"No comment, no comment. Rumors stop with the wise."

Seeing that Zhao Gongming was no longer dwelling on the topic, Di Jiang also breathed a sigh of relief.

But he still didn't relax his vigilance, and asked in a muffled voice.

"Since it was a misunderstanding, let's talk about business."

"You said we should sit down and talk, so we have to sit down and talk?"

"Also, when you say this female version... cough, the effect of the female version of my magic treasure, you say it is, so it is? Why should we believe you?"

Upon hearing this, Di Jun stepped forward directly, patting his chest to guarantee.

"I can testify!"

"This is definitely the effect of Zhao Gongming's magic treasure!"

"Just now, I... cough, I also witnessed it with my own eyes. It was miraculous and astonishing!"

Although Di Jun didn't want to admit that he had also suffered Social Death.

But in order to make Di Jiang believe it was a magic treasure and not his special preference, he could only grit his teeth and testify.

Although Di Jiang was a brute, he wasn't brainless.

If even his nemesis Di Jun said so, then this matter was probably true.

Just then, Zhu Rong and Gong Gong behind them were still shouting.

"Big Brother, why waste words with this scruffy bird!"

"Beat him, just beat him!"

"Exactly, when have we, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, ever been afraid!"

Di Jiang was annoyed by the noise and suddenly turned around, scolding them fiercely.

"Shut up!"

"Keep making noise, and believe it or not, I'll have Zhao Gongming forge a magic treasure for each of you!"

"I'll make you share a room with your female versions, watching yourselves wear skirts and act cute every day!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the effect was extraordinary.

Zhu Rong, Gong Gong, and the others, who had been clamoring, instantly went silent as if their necks had been grabbed, their voices abruptly cut off.

They imagined the scene.

Their own heavily bearded selves, with twin tails, wearing little skirts, shouting "Ciallo" at the mirror...

The Ancestral Witches trembled all over, their faces pale, not daring to say another word.

Di Jiang was shocked by his brothers' reactions.

"What the hell?"

"Is my female form that terrifying?"

"Is it more effective than Pangu Father God's pressure?"

Zhao Gongming seized the opportunity to add insult to injury, saying leisurely.

"Senior Di Jiang, you don't understand."

"If someone truly looked like the female version of Uluru from the Delta, it would only be disgusting."

"What's terrifying is... it's a completely beautiful girl version!"

"Just imagine, seeing your own brothers, whom you've been with day and night, suddenly transform into a curvaceous, coquettish, and cute beautiful girl..."

"This dual impact of ethics and aesthetics is unbearable, it will shatter your Dao Heart!"

Di Jiang's face twitched as he heard this, and he roared irritably.

"Shut up, no one will think you're mute if you don't speak!"

Despite his scolding, Di Jiang looked at Zhao Gongming, his eyes gleaming with shrewdness.

He thought to himself.

"This magic treasure... it's quite something."

"If I could use this kind of magic treasure against those two scruffy birds, Di Jun..."

"On the battlefield, turning Di Jun into a twin-tailed loli, and Tai Yi into a cat-eared girl..."

"Wouldn't our Witch Race be invincible then? We could unify the Primordial World just by laughing the Demon Race to death!"

Coincidentally, at this moment, Di Jun, staring at Zhao Gongming, had the exact same thought.

"If I could turn the Twelve Ancestral Witches into a girl group..."

"Then why would my Demon Court need to fight? We could unify the Primordial World just by holding concerts and selling tickets!"

They exchanged a glance, seeing the same determination in each other's eyes to win over this person.

Just as they were contemplating how to approach Zhao Gongming to recruit him.

Zhao Gongming suddenly covered his face with both hands and shifted his body coyly.

With a flushed face, he feigned a girlish demeanor and said shyly.

"Oh my~"

"Why are Your Majesties staring at me like that?"

"It makes me shy, you're so mean~"

Di Jiang almost choked, unable to resist retorting.

"What are you blushing for, you idiot!"

"Can you act normal!"

Despite the grumbling, the important matter still needed to be addressed.

Di Jiang took a deep breath and looked at Zhao Gongming with a serious expression.

"Zhao Gongming, I want this kind of magic treasure too!"

"Can you forge one for me? Name your price, and you can have anything from the Witch Race's treasury!"

Di Jun, hearing this, became anxious and quickly stepped forward, blocking Zhao Gongming.

"No!"

"Little friend Zhao is an honored guest of my Demon Court, and the senior brother of my son, Lu Ya!"

"You brute who only plays with mud, why should you get a magic treasure forged?"

"Little friend Zhao, ignore him. Refine it for me. I want one too, and I'll pay double the price!"

Di Jiang was furious.

"Di Jun, are you looking for trouble? It's first come, first served!"

Di Jun sneered.

"This is the Demon Court. On my territory, I make the rules!"

Seeing the two big shots about to fight again over the ownership of the Social Death magic treasure.

Zhao Gongming suddenly stood between them, holding Di Jiang's hand in his left and Di Jun's hand in his right.

Then, he looked up and said in a tone of pure innocence, longing, and utmost seriousness.

"Your Majesties, please don't argue."

"Actually..."

"The three of us can also live together happily ever after!"

The Lingxiao Treasure Hall fell into a deathly silence once more.

Di Jiang and Di Jun looked at the hands being held by Zhao Gongming, then at Zhao Gongming's sincere gaze.

Both shivered simultaneously, instantly pulling their hands back as if they had touched something dirty.

"Uh..."

Di Jiang swallowed, stopped arguing, and his expression became incredibly serious.

"Let's talk about refining the magic treasure first."

Di Jun nodded repeatedly, his face full of agreement.

"Right, right, let's refine the treasure first, refine the treasure first."

"As for a happy life... let's forget it. I don't have the fortune to enjoy that."

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