"No, the Demon Lord must maintain dignity, known for sweeping across the wilds and suppressing the Tang Nation; how could such childish behavior befit me? If word spreads, wouldn't I become the laughingstock of the ages?"
"Restraint! Must exert restraint!"
Fang Yang gritted his teeth, bowing his head with difficulty and shifting his gaze away from the bell, inch by inch.
The inner turmoil became increasingly intense.
Maybe...
Just a quick touch? Just once?
As long as the bell rings, that's all.
Really!
That I promise.
Thoughts surfaced one after another, highlighting the torment within.
Ultimately...
Whoosh!
A blur of motion, Fang Yang suddenly leapt up, his fluffy paw striking the bell.
Ding-a-ling!
The bell rang out!
In that moment, Fang Yang felt as if his soul had burst apart, a strangely satisfying and intense clarity surged through him.
To play with it a billion more times!
Without any hesitation, he leaped again, repeatedly tapping the bell.
Ding-a-ling!
