Chapter 85: Heartbeat

Jiaying shook his head vigorously, trying to stay awake. The staff in his hand was still powerful. With a sweep of the staff, he knocked away all the demon cultivators who blocked his way.

He used his Zen stick to steady his shaky body, slightly frowned his handsome brows, and uncomfortably pressed his forehead against the cool surface of the stick.

Subconsciously seeking something to relieve the raging fire in the body.

Sweat slid down the high nose bone.

Ye Xiaoman also noticed that something was wrong with Jiaying.

She poked the colleague who gave her the poison and said, "Hey, what poison did you give me?"

Seeing Ye Xiaoman succeed in her move, the demon cultivator sat up from the ground with a somersault, laughing triumphantly, "Oh, alive, alive~"

Ye Xiaoman interrupted him: "Stop laughing and tell me."

The demon cultivator said, "I just gave you two packets of poison powder."

Ye Xiaoman: "Okay, brother, you can poison me twice as much, just in case."

Demon Cultivator: "One is called 'Fragrant Heartbeat'. You know what a love poison is, right? No matter how strong a man or woman is, once you're poisoned, your feelings will surge and you won't be able to control them. You'll be able to do whatever you want, hehehe~"

Ye Xiaoman: “!”

Demon Cultivator: "The other one is called 'Lifelong Mistake'. After you give someone 'Heartbeat' and taste the delicious flavor, you definitely don't want to have it just once, right?"

"Once the other person has been poisoned by the 'lifelong misfortune', within the next three days, they will sincerely regard you as the love of their life, and will be completely obsessed with you and want you."

"Then you can naturally continue to do whatever you want to him, hehe~"

Is this the kind of poison that burns? How come you demons have everything?

Ye Xiaoman: “!”

Ye Xiaoman was filled with admiration. "Brother, you are so skilled in your job. You must be a well-known flower thief in the surrounding area, right?"

"No."

The demon cultivator said modestly, "I just open a shop in the various immortal ruins. Eighty percent of the flower thieves in the world are my loyal customers."

"Who cares if he's a Nascent Soul master? He'll fall down after just one bottle."

"Do you know that flower-stealing thief that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is wanted by the whole world? She also bought her medicine from me..."

Then he suddenly pointed at Jiaying:

"The Holy Son has been poisoned by you. The first person he saw was you, and he misses you terribly. Go over there quickly, humiliate him, record the whole process, and spread the video. The morale of the human army will surely collapse, and the demon army will surrender without a fight!"

The demon cultivator died with a proud smile on his face.

Except for Ye Xiaoman, there was no one left standing in the audience.

All the demon cultivators have been knocked down by Jiaying, some dead and some unconscious.

Including Jiaying, who also collapsed after being poisoned.

She was curled up and lying on her side, with layers of white clothes spread out like butterfly wings, like a snow-white water lily.

He closed his eyes tightly and muttered some scriptures.

Ye Xiaoman tiptoed towards him.

She squatted beside him, rubbing her hands, and called softly, "Master Jiaying."

Jiaying did not respond, as if he had fallen into a coma.

Ye Xiaoman became a little bolder, and she first quietly grabbed his clothes scattered on the ground.

The touch of cotton and linen carries the atmosphere of ascetic practice under the green lamp in front of Buddha.

Although Ye Xiaoman is a bit shy, she is not a morally corrupt thief and does not want to take advantage of others.

In her past and present lives, it was always those boys who took the initiative to pester her.

Therefore, she just gently picked up Jiaying's silk-gloved hand and touched the back of his hand through the fabric.

The thickness is just right, with distinct joints. It is indeed the hand of a great beauty, every detail of it is beautiful.

Before I reluctantly let it go, I couldn't control myself. I put my face close to it with a smile and took a deep breath.

As expected, there was the cool scent of plum blossoms, and the cold white petals were filled with the water from the first melted snow.

After Ye Xiaoman finished a series of moves, she suddenly found that Jiaying's clear eyes had opened at some point and were looking at her motionlessly.

The awe-inspiring, unassuming air about him, the cold and arrogant air about him, was quite oppressive.

Ye Xiaoman quickly pretended to swipe the back of his hand and explained, "It's dusty. I'm helping you brush it off."

Under the influence of the poison, Jiaying's flawless white skin took on an unnatural pink hue.

His eyes were clear for a while, then confused for a while, and the confusion lasted longer and longer. It was obvious that he was gradually losing to the poison.

He bit his lip, leaving a moist spot on his thin lips. Ye Xiaoman couldn't help but stare at it for a moment longer.

It was this moment of distraction that Jiaying caught. The moment he tried to wake up, a look of determination appeared in his eyes.

He gritted his teeth, and with the last of his strength, he bent his fingers into claws and grabbed at his chest, intending to crush his spirit core and kill him.

In order to maintain his innocence and not be humiliated by the demons, he decided to end his life.

What a beautiful lady with a resolute temper.

He is the kind of man who, after you sweet-talk him into being with him, will say, "If you dare to seduce me, I'll hang myself at your doorstep," but when you get tired of him and dump him, he will really take a rope and hang himself in front of you, saying, "I'm a broken woman and no one wants me anyway."

Ye Xiaoman quickly grabbed his hand.

Her movements were gentle, her tone was soft, and she coaxed him kindly: "Master Jiaying, don't be afraid, I'm not a good person."

After he finished speaking, he realized that he had accidentally told the truth and quickly corrected himself, "Ah, bah, bah, I'm a good person."

She was also afraid that Jiaying would expose himself and drag her down with him, so she made up a white lie: "I am a person of the righteous path, undercover in the demon tribe, and I was forced to come here today."

"The truth?" Jiaying was skeptical.

He took advantage of Ye Xiaoman's unpreparedness and pulled off her mask. "I have memorized your true appearance. If you dare to cross the line with me, I will kill you and never stop!"

The corners of Ye Xiaoman's mouth twitched. She felt so insecure because her face was seen!

She raised two fingers and swore, "I will never be disrespectful to the Master."

She looks honest, has clear eyes and a sincere tone. Jiaying finds it hard to think that she is a bad person and chooses to trust her.

Including how she had just used her face to wipe the dust off the back of his hand.

"Um."

He closed his eyes again.

Ye Xiaoman squatted obediently and waited and waited until Jiaying's breathing became steady and he seemed to have lost his mind.

She probed, "Master Jiaying?"

No answer.

I touched his hand again, but he didn't move.

Ye Xiaoman felt relieved.

She still remembered the harsh words she had said online, saying that if they couldn't get the Demon God Armor, she would kill all the people who participated in the mission today.

Shangxian seems to be a person who does what he says, so she dare not neglect her task.

She walked over to the armor.

Various sealing talismans are affixed to the armor, all of which are the work of a great master. After thousands of years, they still retain their brilliance.

A faint figure floated on the armor. After a long time, the item became spiritual.

She moved to take the armor away, but was opened by a strong demonic energy.

The weapon spirit bared its teeth and threatened her: "You are not my master, get out!"

This spirit seemed to be much more capable of fighting than her, so she didn't dare to force it. She stroked her chin and thought about a countermeasure.

Suddenly, she felt a heat on her ankle.

Looking down, Jiaying had woken up at some point and was holding her hand.

Ye Xiaoman met his frighteningly warm gaze.

Stunned on the spot.