Chapter 401 You Can Do Anything to Me

Jiaying was lying in the dilapidated temple, with the dry weeds that Ye Xiaoman had collected from outside as a cushion.

His head was turned towards the door, motionless, watching the light retreat little by little from day to night until darkness took over his sight.

The curse had worn off, and he had regained his ability to move independently, but he didn't want to light the lamp or get up. He himself wasn't sure if he was just mad at being so suddenly and cruelly abandoned.

He thought again that there was no binding agreement between him and her. She had taken the trouble to take care of him for two days, and she had done her best. It was also human nature for her to be impatient and want to find another way out when she was in danger.

It's human nature, it's human nature...

He kept telling himself this, but his heart was still unhappy.

He has never liked people who pretend to be affectionate and flirt with others casually. She keeps saying that she cares about him, but her actual behavior is not as pleasant as she said.

Jiaying finally turned over and faced the door with his back.

Behind her back, there were withered yellow grass stems among her silky long hair, which was in stark contrast to the usual spotless image of the Son of God. She looked like a snow lotus that had given up on itself and was rolling in the mud.

They would hug each other for warmth at night these past two days, but now he was the only one left and the floor tiles were really cold.

When he stretched out his arm, he hit a hard object, which was an empty medicine bottle.

He remembered the days when she went out fighting, and how after she had exhausted all her spiritual energy, she would take the Life-Regenerating Pill to restore her vitality. She would press the cold pill bottle against his face, lean over, and whisper in his ear in a mysterious voice, "Jiaying, just one kiss from you and I will be fully revived in an instant."

She said it seriously with an honest face, and if it weren't for the teasing smile on her lips, he would almost believe it.

But he still cooperated with her. Perhaps the high fever had damaged his brain. When she brought the bottle of pills to his lips, he did not dodge. He pretended to turn his face to the side, but placed a light kiss on it.

This really made her very angry. She swallowed a bottle of pills with a giggle, and then she rushed out like a chicken with its blood injected into it.

He thought she looked cute that way.

...It's a mess. She hasn't come back yet. What else do you want her to do?

Sure enough, I shouldn't have given her any good face at that time.

Maybe she encountered danger outside and was unable to come back on time.

When Jiaying thought of this, he immediately felt much better. He had used a tracking spell on Ye Xiaoman. He concentrated his mind and used his spiritual sense to sense where Ye Xiaoman was - Ye Xiaoman was lively and energetic, with steady steps, heading in a certain direction, getting farther and farther away from him.

The last excuse she made up was no longer tenable.

Jiaying lost all his breath and fainted dejectedly, his figure so heavy that it seemed as if it had become one with the ground.

Bibipe.

Jiaying was awakened by a warm feeling.

The firelight danced on his eyelids, and his thoughts were still in chaos, but his eyes suddenly opened first.

He saw a bonfire burning.

And Ye Xiaoman sitting in front of the campfire, throwing wood into the fire.

When the wood burned out, she used the nameless sword to chop wood. She used the world-famous sword to do rough work, and the sword spirit didn't get angry at all.

Jiaying stared at her closely, without blinking, afraid that she was an illusion and would disappear in the blink of an eye.

"woke up?"

Ye Xiaoman noticed his gaze and greeted him with a smile.

Jiaying blurted out: "You're not leaving?"

Ye Xiaoman was puzzled: "You are not well yet, where can I go?"

The sword spirit of the nameless sword dragged out a Buddha statue from the darkness where the campfire could not illuminate.

Ye Xiaoman raised her knife and threw a Buddha head into the bonfire.

Jiaying watched the Buddha's head quickly turn into ashes and then turn into warmth that illuminated him, and silently raised his eyebrows.

If any monk from Yongning Temple were present, he would be horrified and scream in surprise upon seeing this.

Ye Xiaoman proudly reported her achievements today to Jiaying.

"I found the old monk's grave."

She bared her fangs ferociously, and it was obvious that she and Lechen had a deep grudge against each other.

"I dug his grave."

"I wanted to grind you to ashes, but guess what?"

She slapped her thigh with a beaming expression, "There are no bones in his tomb."

Then, she showed Jiaying the wood in her hand and said, "It turns out that in order to enhance the effect of the curse, he mixed his ashes into these statues when making them."

"Just wait, I'll burn his bones clean, and your evil disease will be cured."

Luochen's ghost face appeared in the firelight, his face twisted and he cursed at Ye Xiaoman.

Ye Xiaoman commanded, "Wuming, spit in his face."

The sword spirit lay beside the campfire, blowing air at the ghost face.

The originally gloomy scene became very funny under the manipulation of Ye Xiaoman, a natural comedian.

Jiaying breathed a sigh of relief silently. It turned out that she had walked such a long way just for him.

She usually came back at noon, but today she came back in the evening, which was only a few hours' difference, but he was already thinking about a lot of random things.

He lowered his eyelids and said calmly, as if to stop her: "A relic of more than two thousand years of history..."

"No matter how precious it is, it's not as important as you." Ye Xiaoman threw him a seductive look, taking advantage and acting cute. "Jiaying, I dared to do such a treasonous thing for you. You must continue to protect me next time."

Jiaying: "If it's a ten thousand year old treasure, would you dare to burn it?"

Ye Xiaoman's mouth was as sweet as honey. "As long as you are happy, I will burn the whole world for you."

Jiaying looked at the other male on the field, "Is he burning too?"

Sword Spirit: “?”

Ye Xiaoman: "...burn."

Iron can't be burned. But Jiaying's stubborn and stubborn demeanor has lost some of the charm he had before he lost his memory.

The sword spirit was so depressed that it went on strike and attached itself back to the nameless sword.

Lechen's curses became weaker and weaker, and finally, his obsession disappeared along with the ashes.

The illusion disappeared and the dilapidated temple returned to its original state.

With the help of Ye Xiaoman, Jiaying removed the curse and returned to normal.

It was Ye Xiaoman's turn to fall down exhausted.

Jiaying moved towards her in the warm firelight.

"Don't come over here." Ye Xiaoman raised her hand to stop him with her back to him, "I feel like I'm about to lose control again..."

She was holding a broken little bottle in her hand. During the fight with Lechen, the demon blood given by Yue Mushan was shattered.

The ghost lord's resentment was so great that she went berserk again in a short period of time.

She warned Jiaying in a deep voice, "If you don't want to be bullied by me like last time, don't come over."

Jiaying did not stop his actions because of her.

He rested Ye Xiaoman's head on his lap, just like Ye Xiaoman had taken care of him before.

Ye Xiaoman felt Jiaying covering her eyes with her hands. He leaned over and spoke to her as if she was biting his ear and teasing him.

"You can do anything to me..."

"What you want to do."