Chapter 538 He also loves the stinky Xiaobao

Ji Wenyi considered himself a man who understood feelings and tact. When he received Ye Xiaoman's feelings, he did not look back in disappointment. Instead, he imagined what her expression would be like after she handed over the reconciled ladder. Was she gazing at him with deep affection, or continuing to pretend to be asleep in embarrassment?

Whatever it was was beautiful, he just needed to quietly savor the warm moment between the two of them.

Ji Wenyi held the white sleeve in his hand with great care, his nose almost touching the surface of the fabric...it didn't smell good anymore.

There was no unique sweet fragrance on Ye Xiaoman. Unexpectedly, there was a light masculine scent, similar to the unpleasant masculinity.

Ji Wenyi quickly convinced himself.

It doesn’t matter, he loves the stinky little treasure too.

I suck, I suck hard, I suck hard.

Nothing happened overnight.

The next morning, Ji Wenyi was in high spirits, his whole face filled with rosy bubbles of joy, but was kicked out by Ye Xiaoman.

The flying magic weapon stopped in mid-air. Ji Wenyi stood in front of it and said goodbye to Ye Xiaoman: "I will come to see you often."

Ye Xiaoman was yawning constantly. In Ji Wenyi's impression, she slept all night, but it seemed like she stayed up until dawn.

She ruthlessly refused: "I don't want to see you again in the next half month."

Ji Wenyi followed her lead and said, "Abao, do you mean that I will be allowed to come in half a month?"

Ye Xiaoman shook her head: "You are not allowed to come to me before I come to you."

Ji Wenyi smiled and passed it by.

He understood that they had a very bad relationship in the past, especially since Ye Xiaoman had said so many cruel words. Her pride did not allow her to put aside her grudges and reconcile with him immediately. There needed to be a process of thawing the ice.

Ji Wenyi looked over Ye Xiaoman's head and looked at the small house behind her: "This place is too simple."

Ye Xiaoman looked at him with her arms folded: "From your tone, you want to give me a new set?"

Ji Wenyi said: "That's exactly what I meant."

He made a gesture, and a team of golden-armored guards escorted a fierce ghost down from a flying magic weapon.

At the end of the Golden Armor Guards was a pair of monks from Yongning Temple, their robes spotless and their appearances majestic.

This evil spirit was a sinister old man with thinning hair, thin cheeks, a hooked nose, and cheekbones so high that he looked like he was about to run away from home. Ye Xiaoman inexplicably felt that he looked familiar and couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

He has a powerful aura, and the high-level robes he wears, the high-level magic weapons that ordinary ghosts can't even dream of, and his condescending attitude all indicate that he holds a certain status in the ghost world.

Ye Xiaoman thought about it again and again. She had only met a few important figures in the ghost world. Strangely, she had never seen him before.

The evil spirit was bound by black iron chains and was dragged in front of Ji Wenyi. He kept cursing, "Do you know who I am? If you dare to touch me, you will die!"

The chief guard who escorted him thought his words were vulgar and had polluted the noble's ears, so he used his finger like a knife to cut off his tongue.

"Your Majesty, the ghost of sorrow will be brought here."

Ye Xiaoman covered her mouth and stopped yawning midway, and her brain suddenly felt less sleepy.

Sad ghost general!

She knew this person.

When she first came to the ghost world, she and Yue Mushan were trapped in a black shop. She won a lot of money in underground fighting competitions, but was betrayed by the shop owner to the local tyrant, a pervert named Ai Zhong Gongzi.

She killed Master Ai Zhong and put the blame on the shop owner, but she was still implicated, thrown into jail, and exiled to the mine to mine.

This Prince Ai Zhong is the grandson of General Ai Gui.

The Sorrowful Ghost General is in charge of several cities and has great power in the local area. Ye Xiaoman found out that the Sorrowful Ghost General has been tracking down the real murderer of her grandson, and she has been worried for a long time.

Later, she was summoned to Huangquandu and had no time to worry about this matter.

What a coincidence, Foreman Qiu has always boasted that he is a distant relative of the local Ghost General Sorrow. Last night, the group of ghosts said they were going to report the news, and they were going to talk to the Ghost General's subordinates.

But they met Ji Wenyi, a real powerful man. With just a glance from him, the secret guards set out at night, followed the clues, and took down the highest-ranking Ghost General.

Ye Xiaoman began to reflect on whether she was too disrespectful in front of Ji Wenyi. Was she worthy of rebelling against such a ruthless man in such a high position?

Ye Xiaoman was getting ready to go to work, wearing the mine's ghost uniform. When the sad ghost general saw her uniform, he whimpered excitedly.

He couldn't speak for the time being, but his meaning was easy to understand. A terrifying look enveloped Ye Xiaoman, questioning her for daring to commit insubordination.

Ji Wenyi is the most decisive and resolute.

"Abao, where is your life sword?"

Ye Xiaoman was still shocked by the fact that a dignified ghost general became a prisoner overnight, and almost subconsciously took out the nameless sword.

The Nameless Sword has been disguised for a long time and looks like an ordinary magic sword.

Ji Wenyi asked gently, "Have you ever dealt with a Nascent Soul Stage evil spirit?"

Ye Xiaoman swallowed nervously: "Usually it's the Nascent Soul Boss who handles me."

Ji Wenyi pulled Ye Xiaoman into his arms. He stood behind her, his chest against her back, his arms around her waist, and his big palm covering her right hand that was holding the sword.

They were so close that his ambergris dominated the air around her, and she could clearly feel his strong heartbeat.

"To deal with evil spirits, you must use the righteous energy in your dantian."

"First, take Geng Metal, the strongest and most rigid; or Bing Fire, bright and fierce; then Wood, then Water and Earth."

Ji Wenyi lifted Ye Xiaoman's arm and pointed the tip of his sword at the vital parts of the Sorrowful Ghost General's body.

He taught her patiently in her ear, his lips almost touching her earlobe, his warm breath sprinkled on her ear, his voice was soft and gentle, but the murderous aura was intimidating.

This area has been locked down, and a terrifying pressure is covering the entire area.

The sad ghost rolled his blood-red eyeballs and suddenly laughed sinisterly. He suddenly burst out with a terrifying spiritual power fluctuation, shattering the black iron chain on his body.

His severed tongue healed as it had been. "Just a few of you gods, are you so arrogant?"

The small house behind Ye Xiaoman collapsed and the ground cracked.

With rustling sounds, black air seeped out from the soil and condensed into dark and deformed human figures. Each ghost figure was filled with resentment and used their hands and feet to surround the living people.

The golden-armored guards and monks immediately erected a suppression formation. As the scriptures were chanted, countless sacred runes flickered in the void, confronting the dense ghostly aura.

At the command of the Ghost General, hundreds of resentful spirits screamed and attacked.

Ji Wenyi grabbed Ye Xiaoman's wrist and chopped it down with his sword.

A rainbow breaks through the sun.

The golden light of the evil-killing magic circle became brighter.

The resentful spirit was melted before it even got close.

With only four sword strikes, the Sorrowful Ghost General was like a piece of white paper cut by a paper cutter. His arms fell to the ground, and his legs were cut off neatly below the knees, and he knelt in front of Ye Xiaoman.

This sword energy contains the pressure of imperial power. It is vast and surging, connecting distant mountains and swallowing up all directions. It has the power of an emperor who can suppress the will of the people with one breath.

"Damn." Ye Xiaoman let out a sigh of relief. He was indeed a man who could be so close to the male protagonist.

Ji Wenyi smiled and said, "I haven't used a sword for a long time, my hands are numb."

Ye Xiaoman was shocked. It was rare to meet someone who was better at pretending than her.