Chapter 1003 Play a Game

Ye Xiaoman's eyes lit up, and she had something to do again.

Jing Zhui asked directly: "Ye Xiaoman, why do you keep looking at me?"

Ye Xiaoman coughed and said, "The bed is small, and it's crowded with three people lying together. I think your clothes are taking up a lot of space on the bed."

Jing Zhui took a look at the simple robes he was wearing. He wasn't one of those gods who liked to wrap themselves up like cocoons. He said bluntly, "Ye Xiaoman, if you want me to take off my robes in the future, just tell me directly."

The demons hate beating around the bush.

Ye Xiaoman still said seriously, "I'm just worried that you'll get too hot."

Jing Zhui sat up, untied his belt, and pulled down his clothes. His strong body was well-defined with muscles and covered with many scars.

Jing Zhui showed Ye Xiaoman his face openly, raised his chin, and asked arrogantly, "Who do you obsess over more, me or him?"

Xiao Chujing raised his eyebrows even higher and smiled contemptuously.

Both of their eyes fell on Ye Xiaoman's face, insisting that she give an answer.

Competition between men always comes suddenly. An inexplicable opportunity can make them fight to the death.

"Lie down, lie down." Ye Xiaoman patted the quilt enthusiastically without giving a positive answer.

This time it wasn't that she was cowardly, but she was intentionally stimulating the competitive spirit among men.

If you want to get the answer, just try to please her.

She first touched Jing Zhui's chest muscles on the left. The scars on the mature man's body were very telling. Then she counted Xiao Chujing's abdominal muscles on the right. The high-spirited Senior Brother Xiao was born with his advantages.

The two men, full of fighting spirit, let Ye Xiaoman taste their bodies, eagerly waiting for Ye Xiaoman's answer.

Jing Zhui grew up in an environment where he was accustomed to competitions of all sizes. Xiao Chujing had originally been too lazy to get involved in the various fights in the Ye family compound, but in this situation, he couldn't help but care about his junior sister's answer, and unknowingly stepped onto the arena of competition.

Ye Xiaoman glanced at the two men. Xiao Chu was half demon, and today's game could be considered a demon appointment. Demons all had deep and handsome faces. These two men seemed to have their own style, but also some similarities.

She had a little idea.

When cooking, faced with a wide variety of ingredients in the kitchen, you can freely combine any of them, so that you will always have unexpected surprises.

Ye Xiaoman remembered that she had never paired Jing Zhui and Xiao Chujing together, but Xiao Chujing seemed unwilling to agree to team up with others, so she couldn't ask directly. She could achieve her goal by guiding the direction of things.

Ye Xiaoman said awkwardly, "It's hard for me to judge who's good and who's bad among you right now."

She suggested an idea: "Why don't you come up with a competition, like rock-paper-scissors or something like that? Whoever wins, I'll kiss him or her. Maybe after more contact, I'll be able to tell the difference."

If the same contact happens too often, both parties will lose control.

Ye Xiaoman felt that her plan was very comprehensive.

Even if she couldn't eat rice bowls, she could still enjoy herself in the process.

Xiao Chujing and Jing Zhui were very cooperative when Ye Xiaoman's abacus beads hit their faces, and they began to think seriously.

Jing Zhui soon came up with a solution.

He used his fingers to cut through the void in front of him and took out a bag of something directly from his storage warehouse. He opened the bag and took out something that looked like a black stone.

Jing Zhui introduced: "This is the Demon Realm's Merit Stone."

Like bows and arrows, bows and arrows are divided into different grades from light to heavy. Generally, when praising a warrior's immense strength, one would say that the warrior can pull a bow weighing several stones. The same is true for the demon world's merit stones.

The merit-measuring stone is extremely hard. If a cultivator wants to crush a stone, he needs to continuously input spiritual energy. Competitions are often held among the demons to see who can crush the same stone in a shorter time.

Based on his and Xiao Chujing's cultivation levels, Jing Zhui took out a black stone the size of a ping-pong ball.

He said to Ye Xiaoman, "You be the referee."

In order to demonstrate how to play, he held the black stone in his palm and used all his strength. After 15 breaths, he crushed the black stone.

After the black stone was broken, it would automatically reassemble like a magnet. Jing Zhui threw the black stone to Xiao Chujing, "You come."

Xiao Chujing had no intention of backing down. This was his first time playing this game. Even though he was currently as strong as Jing Zhui, he had not yet mastered the trick of evenly inputting spiritual energy into the stone. He took 20 breaths in the first round and lost to Jing Zhui.

Jing Zhui looked at Ye Xiaoman with great enthusiasm.

Ye Xiaoman announced with a smile: "Jing Zhui wins this round."

She further refined the rules of the game.

"Jing Zhui won 20 breaths, so use this time to do something you want to do."

She said with a spirit of sacrifice, "I am willing to be the prize, come on!"

She winked slyly again, "If the winner can't think of what to play, they can save the time and come to me to reimburse them."

The demons were not very patient people and never planned on delaying gratification.

As soon as Ye Xiaoman finished speaking, Jing Zhui immediately said, "I want to redeem my reward."

With the pride of a winner, he took Ye Xiaoman out of the dejected Xiao Chujing's arms.

Due to the rules of the game, Xiao Chujing could not find an excuse to refuse in front of Ye Xiaoman.

Jing Zhui laughed, held Ye Xiaoman in his arms, bent down and kissed her.

Ye Xiaoman did not forget to add fuel to Xiao Chujing's anger: "20 breaths, please help me count the time, Brother Xiao."