Chapter 407 The Boss is Angry

After going through many trials and tribulations, Li Nishang finally chose a demon clan.

Neptune certified, must be quality.

After this battle, the demon clan gained a good reputation and fame in the smokeless battlefield of the marriage market, becoming the most sought-after candidate for a Taoist partner.

In short, this incident had a huge impact on later generations. Thousands of years later, when people call someone a mistress, they call her a "tortoiseshell ghost." Whenever they beat a mistress, if there is more than one concubine, as long as there are demons among them, they must be beaten first and beaten to death.

The little demon might be the reincarnation of Daijun. Keeping it here will be a big trouble for me. I will kill it all first.

The story of Li Nishang and Daijun is a well-known folk story in the six realms. It has been passed down in poems and operas, and is known to everyone.

Jiaying has been hearing this since he was a child and has a natural stereotype about the demon race.

The more he looked at Yue Mushan, the more he felt that Yue Mushan was very skilled. He was simply another reincarnation of Daijun, and alarm bells began to ring in his heart.

Men understand other men’s thoughts best.

In Jiaying's opinion, Yue Mushan's pretending to be innocent was really disgusting.

Yue Mushan's clothes were very simple, and the jewelry on his body were all worthless silver ornaments. Jiaying saw through it at a glance. Yue Mushan was just showing off that he lived a frugal life and would not spend money indiscriminately to put a heavy burden on his wife. He was the kind of man who could keep the house clean and cook three meals a day in different ways. He was a good man.

The wrists and ankles are deliberately exposed.

With the most conservative appearance of a man, a good man would not wear three-quarter sleeves like Yue Mushan, deliberately showing off large areas of his wrists and ankles for others to see.

A good man who truly upholds male ethics would be like Jiaying, who strictly controls the amount of skin exposed by his clothes, with cuffs covering his wrists and layered collars covering his neck - I really hope Ye Xiaoman can see through this sooner.

"Sister, have some sweet soup."

Yue Mushan didn't know that the sacred and dignified Master Jiaying sitting opposite him had already cricketed a thousand words to him while he and Ye Xiaoman were having a meal. Yue Mushan's voice was sweet, like a pretty boy next door who was pestering and acting coquettishly.

Jiaying had no expression on his face. He picked up a piece of wood that was convenient for him and used his finger knife as a tool. With just a few cuts, the wood was carved into a human figure with cat ears.

When Yue Mushan heard Ye Xiaoman say that this place was the condensation of the memories of evil spirits, he became worried, "Master Jiaying, where should we go next?"

Jiaying slowly and unhurriedly carved the wood in his hand into the shape of Yue Muchan.

When he answered Yue Mushan, every word he said was filled with bone-chilling coldness. "Wait until I recover, break the seal of this place, and take you out."

Yue Mushan: "How many days will it take you to recover?"

Jiaying: "When is your birthday?"

Yue Mushan was puzzled: "Why is the opportunity for you to break the formation related to my birthday?"

Jiaying: "Year, month, day, and hour, what's that?"

Yue Mushan inexplicably felt that Jiaying had some ill will towards him, so he joked to ease the atmosphere, "You look like you're going to cast a spell on me."

Seeing Ye Xiaoman's confused look, he explained to her, "There's a kind of curse circulating among the people. As long as you know the person's name and date of birth, and use the curse array, you can kill them."

Jiaying asked back, "Do you think I will curse you?"

Yue Mushan smiled, "We have no grudges or hatred..."

He told me his date of birth, "Ask my parents for the exact time."

Jiaying: "Yeah."

By the time he asked, it was the day of Yue Mushan's death.

Jiaying lowered his head, and in the midst of Yue Muchan's puzzled expression and Ye Xiaoman's speechless eyes, he painstakingly carved Yue Muchan's name on Yue Muchan's little wooden figure.

Ye Xiaoman: "..." She really wanted to escape.

Yue Mushan's mention of leaving here reminded her of something.

【Boss, why haven't you arrived yet? 】

Jing Zhui: [I'm here.]

Ye Xiaoman: [Why didn't you contact me? ]

Jing Zhui: [Why do you think I didn't contact you?]

Ye Xiaoman felt that Jing Zhui's tone was not right, as if he had caught an employee slacking off.

She had indeed been fooling around with Jiaying for a few days, forgetting about the main mission.

She cleverly changed the subject, "Are you nearby?"

After receiving Jing Zhui's affirmative answer, she said: "Let's connect."

Ye Xiaoman stood up from the fire.

"I'm going out to digest the food."

Yue Mushan immediately said: "I'll accompany you."

Jiaying stood up silently.

Ye Xiaoman pointed at Jiaying and said, "Master, you continue to rest. Amu can just walk with me."

Jiaying sat down with his back to them, and with a twist of his finger, he cut off one of the cat ears of Yue Mushan's wooden figure.

Oh, he's throwing a tantrum. Look how she spoils him.

Ye Xiaoman and Jing Zhui determined the meeting place and took Yue Mushan out of the ruined temple, intentionally walking towards a more remote place to avoid the range covered by Jiaying's spiritual awareness.

After they left, Jing Zhui came out from a dark place behind the temple.

As light as a ghost, even Jiaying, who was separated by a wall, could not detect his presence.

He came to the Black Island on the day Ye Xiaoman fell into the secret realm. Jiaying made too much noise, so in order to prevent the Ghost Lord from noticing the abnormality of the ghost prison at the first time, he did some finishing work outside.

He was busy until two days ago, when he entered the ghost master's memory.

The first thing he did was to talk about business with his good subordinate.

It was raining heavily. He saw Ye Xiaoman running out of the ruined temple, with Jiaying chasing after her. The Son of Heaven was not in a good state. He thought she was attacked by Jiaying and was about to rescue her, but then he saw them hugging each other and rolling onto the lake.

Jing Zhui retracted his raised hand.

Jiaying set up a shielding formation.

Jing Zhui turned away his eyes, folded his arms, leaned against a wild tree by the lake, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, waiting for Ye Xiaoman to finish.

Over the long years, other subordinates would occasionally chat about this matter, integrating most of the intelligence, and most people could finish the task quickly, so he waited.

When Jing Zhui heard the sound, he frowned and turned off his hearing.

Soon, he received Ye Xiaoman's feelings through synaesthesia...

"Ye Xiaoman." His expression suddenly became awkward, and the words were squeezed out through his teeth, "Cut off all contact with me."

Ye Xiaoman did not respond.

Jing Zhui's fingers dug deep into his palms. He let out a few low breaths, then changed from leaning against the tree to resting his masked forehead against the tree.

…

Jing Zhui waited and finally waited until the moment of exhaustion.

If the feeling is too strong, the connection between him and Ye Xiaoman will become closer, and even he cannot cut off the communication directly, and must wait until this blank period.

He raised his somewhat paralyzed arm, and with strong self-control, he quickly sealed several of his acupuncture points, finally cutting off his connection with Ye Xiaoman.

"Ye, Xiao, Man!"

They dilly-dally.

Jing Zhui waited from dusk till dawn.

All night long!

He walked from the east side of Mirror Lake to the west side, back and forth several times, and suddenly remembered to be angry.

He is a demon god, his subordinates are working inside, and he, as the boss, is standing at the door waiting.

Who is the boss?