Chapter 939: Satisfaction (Updated for "Username 54972320")

Ye Xiaoman felt as if the sky had fallen. "You mean I have to be locked up in this godforsaken place with you for a year?"

Zhu Chuideng came over, his hands resting on the coffin lid, "Jing Zhui, you promised you could solve it, don't keep me in suspense."

Jing Zhui still stared at Ye Xiaoman and ignored Zhu Chuideng, treating a person as big as Zhu Chuideng as if he didn't exist.

"unless……"

Ye Xiaoman quickly lay down beside Jing Zhui and listened attentively, "Unless what?"

Jing Zhui had a blank expression on his face. In a tone as nonchalant as describing "the weather is great today," he told Ye Xiaoman the detoxification method he could think of: "I'll give you Yuan Yang."

"Cough cough cough——" Zhu Chuideng, who was standing outside the coffin, was choked unexpectedly.

The corners of Ye Xiaoman's mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Good guy, she exclaimed, good guy, no wonder Jing Zhui said before that he had to get his body so that he could help her detoxify.

He was so thoughtful that he actually wanted to use a part of his body to physically help her detoxify.

The essence of being single for more than 1,500 years is indeed very nourishing.

Jing Zhui continued to explain the convenience of this detoxification method.

"You only need to communicate with me once."

Zhu Chuideng asked incoherently, "Is spiritual practice not okay?"

Jing Zhui: "No."

Jing Zhui looked indifferent, but the tips of the old man's ears were all red.

Ye Xiaoman said quietly, "Uncle, you heard it. There's nothing we can do about it."

Zhu Chuideng stammered, "Everything should be done slowly. It's not too late to act after you have thought it through."

Ye Xiaoman shook her head: "This is too big a change. I hate the feeling of having my life in someone else's hands, so I want to resolve it quickly."

Ye Xiaoman almost laughed out loud. She had indeed helped Jing Zhui so much that Jing Zhui wanted to marry her and repay her in her favorite way.

She didn't dare to be really scared before because the fish in the pond were more difficult to deal with than the other, and she didn't dare to act rashly. Now all the men have revealed their cards, and when she finds out that their bottom line is lower than she imagined, of course she will take advantage of it.

Not only can she detoxify and regain her freedom, but she can also get a clean general for free. Moreover, the Yuan Yang of a cultivator is different from that of an ordinary person. It can assist her in her practice. This thing is like wine. The older the better. If you get Jing Zhui's, I'm afraid you can go straight to the Nascent Soul stage painlessly.

She couldn't believe that such a good thing could happen.

Just consider it as the reward for Jing Zhui enslaving her for these days.

Ye Xiaoman didn't want to waste even a moment, so she hurriedly took off her coat, threw it outside the coffin, and quickly lay down beside Jing Zhui.

She acted as if she was ready to die, and urged Jing Zhui: "Come on!"

I’m afraid Jing Zhui will regret it.

It's time to learn magic skills other than spiritual cultivation from the handsome men.

Jing Zhui and Zhu Chuideng were both silent for a moment.

Ye Xiaoman waited for a while, but Jing Zhui didn't move. Then Jing Zhui lay stiffly beside her, as if dead.

Ye Xiaoman kicked his calf, "Boss?"

Jing Zhui's eyelashes trembled, and he said, "I'll read a book first."

Ye Xiaoman simply couldn't understand what he was saying: "What book?"

Jing Zhui: "Succubus male cultivator."

Ye Xiaoman scratched her face: "What?"

Jing Zhui has been stalling for time. Could it be that he is unwilling to do so?

Ye Xiaoman quickly said: "If you don't take the initiative, then I will move you."

After she finished speaking, she jumped up under Zhu Chuideng's shocked gaze and turned over to take control of Jing Zhui.

Ye Xiaoman first touched Jing Zhui's face. Jing Zhui was very handsome. Her fingertips stroked the mole under his charming right eyebrow. His silver hair was loose, like flowing moonlight.

The high nose bridge is as steep as a snow-capped mountain, and the jawline is as sharp as if carved by a knife. The sharpness of this exotic beauty can almost cut the fingers of those who touch him.

When she pinched his arms and chest again, the overly cold lines on his face melted away instantly.

She found that all the muscles in his body were tense. He seemed to be trying to appear calm and composed in front of his subordinates and rivals out of self-esteem. But if she pierced through this layer of skin, she would find that the inside was already in chaos.

Ye Xiaoman found it very amusing to see the invincible demon god reveal this side of him.

Jing Zhui let her do it, he gritted his teeth and endured it, with his jaw tilted back. He inherited the tall and strong figure unique to the demon clan. He wore a tight robe, and the lines of his strong muscles were vaguely visible. Under Ye Xiaoman's hands, he was like a desert in a storm, churning.

Zhu Chuideng lowered his eyes and stopped looking at them. No matter how many times he saw his mortal enemy being embarrassed by Ye Xiaoman, he would always feel shocked.

It seemed as if they had unknowingly become Ye Xiaoman's toys.

I can't even explain how I lost.

Suddenly I became her lover.

No matter how generous he pretends to be, he will always hate and care about things deep down in his heart.

If he could be the first one Ye Xiaoman chose, it would mean that she liked him more and trusted him more, but unfortunately she favored Jing Zhui.

She wouldn't even look at him now.

He clenched and unclenched his palms, and finally turned around and walked out quietly.

I heard Ye Xiaoman whispering to Jing Zhui from behind: "So I'm going to start then?"

She smiled and teased, "Boss, don't be nervous. You frown as if I just killed your whole family."

Jing Zhui said calmly: "Come if you want to, don't talk so much nonsense."

Ye Xiaoman said: "Why are you looking at me again?"

Jing Zhui's voice was depressed: "I can't."

Ye Xiaoman: "Huh?"

Ye Xiaoman: "Just follow the steps of previous spiritual practice."

Jing Zhui: "Spiritual practice was an illusion, now is reality."

Ye Xiaoman didn't speak for a long time, as if she was defeated by Jing Zhui.

Ye Xiaoman murmured to herself, "I always feel like this situation is just like yesterday, as if it was a long time ago when you also said as a matter of course that you wouldn't."

Ye Xiaoman let out a long sigh, like a sad mouse that had cheese in its mouth but then ran away with its legs growing longer.

Zhu Chuideng heard her calling him from behind.

"Zhu Chuideng, you come and demonstrate it to Jing Zhui."

Zhu Chuideng suddenly stopped.

Of course he wouldn't, but with his years of wisdom, he wouldn't open his mouth and tell others about his shortcomings in this situation.

Jing Zhui was dissatisfied: "Ye Xiaoman, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean? You've wasted too much of my time." Ye Xiaoman told Jing Zhui briskly, "Haven't you heard of the maids who accompany the sons-in-law of wealthy families?"

Jing Zhui: "What is it?"

Zhu Chuideng flashed to the side of the coffin immediately. Based on Jing Zhui's understanding of Zhu Chuideng over the years, although Zhu Chuideng pretended to be steady and self-controlled on the outside, the old man was actually so happy in his heart that he couldn't wait.

Jing Zhui frowned. Even if he stayed a little longer, he subconsciously knew that there were some things he shouldn't give in to. "I won't allow it."

Ye Xiaoman said: "A rookie doesn't have the opportunity to say no."

She raised her hand, and Zhu Chuideng immediately held her small hand in his big palm.

Zhu Chuideng's heart was beating like a drum. He felt that the current situation was too absurd, but whose life is not absurd?

Once Ye Xiaoman gives him the slightest chance, he will seize it tightly.

He only cared about one thing. He asked Ye Xiaoman: "Do you love me?"

Ye Xiaoman looked at him, "Do you still need to confirm my feelings?"

She is always like this, never giving a direct answer.

He saw through her tricks, but he was always flattered by her.

Zhu Chuideng laughed heartily, stretched out his long arms, and picked up Ye Xiaoman by the waist.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Xiaoman found that they had arrived at Chepan Village.

The road was decorated with lights and red silks festively adorned the green trees. Lanterns swayed in the evening breeze. On both sides of the path were yellow ears of rice from the harvest, and the fragrance of fruits and vegetables wafted from miles away. The farmers stopped working in the fields and watched the bride walk by with a smile.

Zhu Chuideng led the village's best horse, pulling a small cart. Behind the cart was piled high with gifts from his wife, all neatly tied with red silk: the title deed to the ghost realm, his accumulated private property, and the gifts he had personally prepared...

Ye Xiaoman sat on the horse.

A group of children happily chased after them, asking for wedding candy.

Zhu Chuideng was very happy. He gave candy to anyone who asked for it. His clothes were like a bottomless pit, filled with candies from all over the world.

Ye Xiaoman found that Zhu Chuideng was too ritualistic. Before sleeping with her, he had to fulfill his wish of never getting married.

Forget it, the illusion was not real. She was in a good mood today and was willing to coax him.

Jing Zhui's big face suddenly appeared in the sky. He was locked outside Zhu Chuideng's world and could only watch but could not enter.

He was furious and knocked on the sky.

Ye Xiaoman thought that Zhu Chuideng should have taken her to hide the mirror in Jing Zhui's tomb.

Zhu Chuideng probably knew that time was urgent. Before Jing Zhui rushed in, the scene changed and he and Ye Xiaoman rolled onto the wedding bed.

…

For three days, he did not leave the house.

In the end, all three were satisfied.