Chapter 127 Night Run

There was a bright light in Ye Xiaoman's eyes, which showed the wildness and unruliness that Jiaying had never seen in the eyes of the noble ladies around him.

Before Jiaying could react, she grabbed his big hand and ran forward.

They ran to the monks who were hiding from the rain. Ye Xiaoman urged her spiritual power and deliberately erected a high wall of rain, which then hit the monks with such force that they were completely drenched.

The monks cursed loudly in embarrassment, and Ye Xiaoman laughed heartily.

The monks chased after them to seek revenge, "Jiaying, beat them!"

Jiaying waved his sleeves and created a magical barrier. The monks had no time to brake while running. Several of them crashed into the transparent barrier and flew backwards.

“Hahahaha~”

Ye Xiaoman laughed even more arrogantly. Without stopping, she held Jiaying's hand, climbed over the eaves and walls, jumped onto the roof and did parkour, leaving the people chasing them far behind.

"Master Jiaying, does it feel good to take revenge?"

Her whole body was soaked, and she looked arrogant and domineering, like a stuffed rabbit with long ears wagging after leaving a mark on its enemy with its front teeth.

The corners of Jiaying's expressionless mouth lifted up, "Yeah."

"I can't hear you," Ye Xiaoman shouted at him through the rain. "But running like this on a rainy day without an umbrella is pretty fun, isn't it?"

Jiaying had never had such an experience.

It was raining heavily, running wildly in the rain.

There's no reason at all, I just feel like running because I'm in a good mood.

He had never run like this before, on the rain-soaked streets, on other people's roofs, and in the endless wilderness.

When he was a child, he used to stand quietly under the eaves, watching the servants running and playing in the rain. He did not understand their happiness. Such rude behavior was expressly prohibited among children of the nobility.

He was kept in a small box and asked to follow complicated etiquette.

To be honest, he had never run so freely in his life.

I have never tried this before. When I fell and my clothes got dirty, I just sat in the rain and laughed.

Ye Xiaoman even pulled him, spread out his limbs, and lay on someone's roof, squinting his eyes in the rain.

Jiaying couldn't describe his mood, he just felt his heart beating fast.

Heavy rain washed over the sky and earth, and for the first time he felt free.

Like a canary breaking through a magnificent cage and looking up at the vastness of the universe for the first time.

He was always happy and at ease when he was with her.

Finally they ran out of the wilderness and into a forest of apricot blossoms.

Jiaying discovered that the love flower he was holding in his hand was lost at some point.

He was anxious to go find it, but was held back by Ye Xiaoman.

"Forget it, I'll pick you a new one."

After Ye Xiaoman finished speaking, she jumped into the flowers. Soon, she emerged from the green leaves in front of him, holding a branch of blooming apricot flowers in her hand.

Jiaying sat on a high branch, lowered his head, and looked at her standing on the ground motionlessly.

The heavy rain obscured his vision. He could only see the rain water rushing past her feet like a stream, with red and pink petals floating on the surface of the water. Ye Xiaoman's messy hair was also covered with a bunch of petals. The healthy blush on her face cut into his eyes like lightning.

Ye Xiaoman approached him with a smile, "Master, why are you not moving?"

Jiaying put the flower in her hand on her ear. His sleeve brushed her eyes and she blinked in confusion.

He murmured, "It's moving."

The light and shadow moved in the wind and rain, her color was shaking, he lowered his head, and pressed his hot face against her.

Perhaps everything is still, only his heart is moving.

For the first time, he felt alive.

The heart beating in his heart no longer belongs to the demon god Jing Zhui, but to him.

From now on, it will belong to him entirely.

The rain has stopped.

Ye Xiaoman saw Jiaying resting his head on her shoulder without moving, and only heard his slightly rapid breathing.

She thought to herself, if she just led a little rebellion, she wouldn't cause the Holy Son to lose his temper.

She patted his shoulder tentatively, "Are you okay?"

The soaked white clothes were like a vacuum, and she had to control her eyes to keep them upright.

Jiaying nuzzled her neck and said, "I don't think I should be so indulgent."

Although the impression was vague, those disciplines and responsibilities, like a surveillance eye hanging above his head, hurt him all the time.

Ye Xiaoman asked Jiaying to get up from her shoulders, and she jumped onto the tree trunk and sat shoulder to shoulder with him.

She took out a night pearl from her bosom and let it float in front of her eyes to illuminate the room. Sorry, she also took it from Ji Weiming's proposal scene.

Together they watched the stream formed by flowers.

Ye Xiaoman sat awkwardly on a branch and said nonchalantly:

"Humans only live for a little over 30,000 days. Lord Saint, you should allow yourself to indulge yourself occasionally. As the saying goes, enjoy life to the fullest."

When no one was around, Jiaying would sit upright, looking at the scenery indifferently. "Enjoy life while you can. How did you cultivate such an optimistic attitude?"

Ye Xiaoman glanced at Jiaying sideways.

The high and mighty Son of God was indeed inexperienced in the world. Innocent boys hate talking to people in the wild, especially with people like her who are knowledgeable and experienced.

With the conversation and the touching of hands, the boy can easily lie down. From persuasion to falling asleep, all you need to do is pretend to be cool.

Ye Xiaoman put on an expression that was seven parts mysterious and three parts vicissitudes of life, and began to talk to Jiaying about her miserable childhood.

“Maybe it’s the result of life experiences.”

"You've never been to the bottom of society, so you don't know how we live in the slums."

Ye Xiaoman told the story of her life in her previous life, slightly changing the background of the world of immortal cultivation.

In the end times, zombies are rampant and there are few job opportunities. If you are not careful, you will be eaten by zombies. Most people are poor and depressed.

Because of the food shortage in the end times, the poor have to go hungry for a long time and cannot afford nutritional supplements. The long-term lack of various vitamins ABCD causes everyone to be in a state of weakness, irritability and anger for a long time.

Which comes first, tomorrow or an accident? So poor people enjoy life while they can.

The end of the world is not as depressed as others think. On the contrary, the entertainment industry is very prosperous.

As night falls, makeshift bars will be packed with people, and even underground air-raid shelters will be filled with countless nightingales pimping.

The nightclubs in the residential area are lined up in rows, denser than the holes bitten by zombies.

"I spent all my money on the top girls in the clubs."

"Everyone around me doesn't understand me. When I make money, I should first improve my survival ability, such as getting nutritional injections to make my body stronger, buying weapons, and stockpiling supplies."

Ye Xiaoman beautified her behavior deeply.

“Life is not about length, but depth and breadth. If you are not happy, what is the use of living to a hundred years?”

She saw raindrops on Jiaying's face and wiped them away with her sleeve.

She had curved eyebrows and eyes, and her smile was affectionate. She was always mild-tempered and never angry. In Jiaying's eyes, her actions were affectionate and pitiful.

"Because Jiaying," she whispered softly, "when people die, they don't die with money or honor. Human beings die with memories."