Chapter 59 You're a madman

When people are experiencing great grief, or even when their emotions are at their peak, they develop a strong sense of dependency, especially when there is someone willing to support them.

The sound from the golden eardrum traveled all the way to the heart, and the pale face slowly regained a rosy hue, but it wasn't enough.

"Why did you approach me?" Before she could even process what was happening, Yao Jin grabbed his collar and asked impatiently.

Yao Jin had not recovered at all. The extreme trembling made even opening her mouth seem like a luxury. At the same time, the way she was taking one breath after another was even more heart-wrenching.

Seeing this, Meng Ji wrapped one arm around her shoulder and pulled her towards him, making Yao Jin lie prone in his arms like a child. He patted her back gently, saying, "Catch your breath, catch your breath first."

But Yao Jin couldn't hear anything. Her mind was blank, her vision was unfocused, and she even developed a red blush under her eyes due to constant breathing. It slowly expanded and became an abnormal flush, like the sunset.

"Madam, Madam?" The trembling on his shoulder made Meng Ji panic completely. He straightened up, took a deep breath, pinched Yao Jin's cheek with two fingers, and kissed her directly.

That refreshing breath, carried by the gentle breeze, permeated the air with a unique, cool fragrance that drifted all the way into Yao Jin's lungs.

"Hmm..." Yao Jin's pupils trembled slightly, and she unconsciously let out a muffled groan, her red lips slightly parted.

Chu Fengliu nearly went crazy upon seeing this and rushed over, "Let me do it, let me do it..."

"What are you doing!" Chu Fengliu turned around and angrily rebuked Chunqing.

Chunqing grabbed him and yelled back at Chu Fengliu, "What are you doing?!"

Chunqing was prepared all along, and this time she went all out, holding Chu Fengliu so tightly that he couldn't move. "Are you going to rush up there and embarrass yourself?!"

Chu Fengliu suddenly realized, "You're in cahoots with him!"

Chunqing said coldly, "You've already lost. They're the real couple."

Chu Fengliu wept uncontrollably.

On the other side, Yao Jin closed her eyes and tilted her head back to endure it. The entanglement between their lips and teeth had long since changed its flavor. It was as if it was asserting its sovereignty, penetrating every joint of her body. Peeling away the gentle shell, that domineering aura was gradually overshadowing the aura brought by others.

A slender hand was firmly supporting the back of her head, pressing it in along her hair, so that not even air could get in.

"You, you let me go." Finally, taking a breath, Yao Jin gasped for air.

Meng Ji stopped and used his fingertip to wipe away the moisture from the corner of her lips. "Are you feeling better?"

This wasn't a question; their eyes were practically touching. Yao Jin could only see her own flushed face reflected in his pupils. She snapped at him, "You're shameless."

Meng Ji held her close, his eyes gentle and smiling, his Adam's apple bobbing repeatedly. "Shameless, Miss is mine too."

Yao Jin was now fully awake. She glanced around, reached out a hand to push the other person away, but craving the warmth, she simply put her hand on the other person's neck, crossed her arms around him, and said domineeringly, "No, you are mine."

At this point, Meng Ji broke into a wide smile. He picked up Yao Jin, who was about to slip out of his arms, and weighed him in his hands. "Yes, I'm yours."

Chu Fengliu was so angry that he was about to burst with rage.

Chunqing let go of him and rubbed her sore wrist. "See? You're no longer needed."

Yao Jin heard this, and the tips of her ears turned suspiciously red quickly. Realizing that this wouldn't do, she forcibly changed the subject, "So what exactly was wrong with the fire just now?"

Meng Ji rested his head on her shoulder and explained, "The Demon King broke through to the next realm too quickly, and his body can't take it anymore. To resolve this, he either needs to refine you to restore himself, or he can only use the Mirror of Origin."

At this point, Meng Ji glanced sideways.

"Oh, the Mirror of Origin?" Yao Jin's attention was indeed drawn upon hearing this. She unconsciously rubbed the hem of her clothes with her fingers, her eyes darting around. "With it, Father can be restored?"

After a long while, Meng Ji gave a low "hmm".

"Lust blinds the mind, lust blinds the mind!" Chu Fengliu squatted outside the Demon Palace, filled with boundless hatred. "If I had known you were going to give Yao Jin, I would have given it to her instead! If I had sold it, maybe we would have gotten together."

Upon hearing this, Meng Ji didn't even spare him a glance, only staring intently inside.

Through the crack in the window, Jiu Ge's face was etched with a chilling indignation.

After venting his anger on Chunqing, Jiuge's inner fire intensified rather than increased, reaching a critical point like molten lava in a volcanic eruption. This caused his emotions to become extremely unstable, and he even lost his temper when facing Yaojin.

Those eyes were as lifeless as a corpse's, and they just stared at Yao Jin, asking, "What is this?"

How could Jiuge not recognize what Yaojin was holding? At this moment, his suspicion grew stronger, his eyes turned redder and redder, and bloodshot veins overwhelmed his black pupils. "How did you get this? Did he give it to you?"

Jiuge stood up, put her hands behind her back, and approached the kneeling man shaking the gold step by step.

Yao Jin presented the Mirror of Origin with both hands. "Yes, I think Father might need it."

That kind of loyalty in one's blood comes from the heart; even if one has thoughts, they will be suppressed, and one can only act according to one's bloodline.

Chu Fengliu immediately sensed something was wrong. He stood up abruptly, "Damn it, the Demon King is going to kill Yao Jin."

"What exactly do you want?!"

A skilled hunter has ample patience to wait, and only at the perfect moment can he defeat his enemy in one fell swoop.

Upon hearing this, Meng Ji didn't spare his gaze for him, but instead fixed it on a certain spot in the room. His eyes were half-closed, and his dark pupils held a cold, fierce glint, as well as a hint of youthful arrogance. "I want her to choose."

“I wanted her to choose, but she insisted on choosing! Let her sever this absurd bloodline with her own hands.”

"I want her to have only me left in this world! I want her to have no way out if she regrets it later. She only has me as her husband, she can only rely on me and beg for mercy from me, she can never leave me again!!"

“You’re crazy, you’re a madman…” Chu Fengliu murmured.

inside the house

"So you've chosen him? You've betrayed me." Jiuge said darkly, "He actually gave you the mirror, my son, what have you given in return?"

Suspicion, doubt, and fear are all condensed into this one question.

Those bare feet were only half an inch away from her, and Yao Jin lowered her head even further. "Father, I dare not betray you. I only hope that you can get through this difficult time smoothly."

These words struck a nerve with Jiu Ge. He suddenly squatted down and grabbed Yao Jin's throat tightly with his hand, the veins on his strong arms bulging. "You haven't betrayed me yet? That kid was willing to give you the lifeline of Buzhou Mountain, and you still haven't betrayed me? Do you think I'm a fool?"

"You're saying he likes you so much that you could just hook him with a finger?" In Jiuge's world, mortal emotions are never that firm, and he doesn't believe anyone would be willing to unconditionally tolerate another person. "Or are you already bewitched by him and want to take advantage of my unstable state to kill me?"

Jiuge was furious. His possessiveness mixed with a sense of betrayal made him eager to vent. He grabbed Yaojin by the throat and threw him onto the bed.

The feeling of weightlessness, the pain of being thrown down—all of these came rushing in. But none of this compared to the towering, dark mountain in front of them.

Yao Jin was so dizzy from the fall that he felt his vision blurring. "Father?!"

With a tearing sound, her clothes ripped, and the panic and helplessness made her heart jump into her throat.

"Father!!!" Yao Jin raised his voice, his eyes widening. "It's me, Yao Jin!"

Yao Jin changed into this outfit this morning. She really liked the color scheme, a bright yellow, but now the fabric has been torn to shreds, revealing the red undergarment underneath.

What will happen next is self-evident.

But this is his own father!

A strong feeling of nausea churned in her stomach, rising to her throat, making her want to vomit. But she held back, grabbing Jiuge's arm and desperately trying to stop him. But the strength of a man and a woman is completely different; it was like an ant trying to shake a tree—she couldn't break free even an inch.

On the large bed that could fit several people, a pale-skinned woman stood there. The golden light shone through her eyes, making her feel like she was on fire. She dared not look at her, covering her chest with her tattered clothes and desperately backing away.

"Of course I know you are Yao Jin." Jiu Ge knelt on the bed. At this moment, he was not so angry anymore. His anger completely overshadowed his original temper and turned into an indescribable pressure.

Lost in the thrill of this cat-and-mouse game, Jiuge smiled, his wicked aura uncontrollably radiating. With a jerk of his arms, his outer robe ripped apart, revealing his muscular bare shoulders. "You're my son, can't you let me have some fun?"

Guessing is one thing, hearing it is another, especially when such crude words come from Jiu Ge's mouth. Yao Jin couldn't believe it at all. By the time she reacted, Jiu Ge had already grabbed the thin string hanging from the neck of her bodice and was about to tear it open.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Yao Jin screamed in shock and anger, repeatedly slapping at the hands that looked like ordinary demons.

She respects Jiuge, but she can't bring herself to sacrifice herself.

The invisible yet vital connection between the two hearts grew fainter and fainter, like a bowstring stretched to its limit, about to snap.

This was a golden opportunity; they were just a hair's breadth away from severing their bloodline completely.

But Meng Ji realized he couldn't do it; he simply couldn't wait. His palms were already mangled, and white granulation tissue was visible, twisted at the edges of the wounds, a painful sight to behold.

Meng Ji, however, seemed oblivious, digging his fingertips deep into the piece of flesh. It turned out that imagination and reality were completely different.

He took a deep breath and suddenly moved.

That speed was so fast that you could only see afterimages!

With a loud crash, the paper window shattered, and the figure darted onto the bed, then slammed a fist into Jiuge's back, again and again! The room was filled with a series of thuds.

Caught off guard, Jiuge took two punches and immediately turned around to fight back. He was bloodthirsty, especially after seeing the other person's face. His body tensed up, and his well-defined muscles hardened like stone.

"I haven't even looked for you yet, and you've already shown up!" Jiuge grabbed Meng Ji's shoulders with both hands, lifted him up with force, and then slammed him to the ground. "You're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish!"