Chapter 25 "I'll really tear your heart out..."

Young Master Nie took a step forward.

The swordsman quietly tightened his grip on the short blade at his waist.

Bao'e remained silent and unresponsive, staring blankly at the pair of black leather boots.

The ghost is one step closer.

The swordsman held his breath, and the cold blade silently emerged from its sheath, gradually revealing a dazzling silver light.

Bao'e didn't move, and obediently lay on him.

The servant said, "Young master, could it be in bed? But it's hard to hide someone like that."

Nie Guiyu remained silent and slowly approached.

The swordsman secretly drew his sword, his eyes no longer unfocused, but gradually revealing a sharpness.

Young Master Nie bent down and lifted the brocade quilt beside the bed with one hand.

The swordsman had already pointed his blade at his hand, about to stab him.

Suddenly, Bao'e raised her head and cried out, "Brother, help me up!"

She reached out and grabbed Young Master Nie's hand.

The swordsman was stunned.

She was strong, and pulled the young master Nie so hard that he stumbled.

Before he could even look down under the bed, she had already climbed out.

She patted the dust off her sleeves: "This bedroom also needs to be cleaned frequently, otherwise I'll get covered in dust."

Young Master Nie had no visible injuries and had already recovered, but his face was as cold as morning frost: "Why did you, like a clever rat, crawl under the bed?"

“The rat spirit only likes to run along the base of the wall, but it’s not as free as I am,” Bao’e said. “The thing rolled inside, and it took quite a while to find it.”

Nie Guiyu frowned: "What is it?"

Bao'e suddenly stopped speaking and stood still without moving.

The servant said, "You vile demon, our young master has a question for you!"

The fool glared at him angrily: "You rude little beast, you're not even human! You try to frame me as a thief with some nonsense, as if I don't know anything about it!"

She cursed him incessantly, until the servant's eyes filled with tears, and he stammered, not daring to say another word.

Nie Guiyu listened silently from the side.

After she finished cursing, he suddenly asked, "Did you find that thing?"

"Found it, found it. I'm keeping it safe in my pocket."

"Good, good..." Young Master Nie's expression remained unchanged. Suddenly, he made a hand seal, which pulverized the servant into dust.

His expression remained unchanged, and he moved on.

He went straight to the table, placed one hand on it, and slowly stroked the surface.

Bao'e said, "We'd better surrender to avoid being beaten."

"How do you know I lost when we haven't even seen a bet between winners and losers?"

Bao'e remained silent, thinking to herself how pitiful this monster was, waiting to be eaten on the journey to the West.

Even though her memory of the original work was hazy, she knew that those who acted as demons and monsters were not winners.

Nie Guiyu did not urge her to answer.

He slowly walked to the cabinet, placed his hand on the door, and was about to open it.

Thinking that she had already stuffed the Soul-Hooking Rope in the cabinet under the bed, Zhu Bao'e leaned forward slightly.

Just as she was about to speak, he suddenly glanced at her sideways.

She suddenly shut her mouth.

"Bao'e, Bao'e..." His long, narrow, dark eyes opened slightly, but there was no light within them; they were empty, like lifeless objects. He said, "You said you wanted to stay here and find a marriage partner. Is that true?"

Bao'e thought to herself that this ghost was really confused; she had said it countless times before.

Although she was honest and simple-minded, she refused to stay in this cannibalistic den of demons and get married.

She stood still and remained silent.

Nie Guiyu pried open the cabinet door a crack: "Bao'e, speak. Just nod, and I'll choose an auspicious day to marry you. All the past grievances will vanish like smoke, and I'll let them go."

Just as the cabinet door was about to open, Bao Ehu rushed forward and grabbed him, saying, "Brother, don't move."

His hand ached from her pinching, but his cold expression softened slightly: "You're too hasty. That means you agree."

Just as Bao'e was about to speak, he added, "If you go back on your word again, I'll boil you and your master together in one pot, so that we can fulfill our master-disciple relationship."

The fool immediately shut up in a panic, sweating profusely, realizing he had really messed up!

That guy is a ghost!

Now they're pretending to get married, are they just trying to drain her life force?

Or perhaps we could leave her here, pickle her in salt, and she'd be delicious for a long time?

"No problem, no problem!" She wiped her sweat from her clothes. "I also need to write a letter to my senior brother and ask him to officiate at the wedding."

Young Master Nie sneered, "Don't invite him. That rascal only knows how to ruin my in-laws with his stick. Invite someone else."

"who?"

"I'll have someone write a letter and send it to the Gao family manor, inviting that young master Gao to officiate at the wedding. What do you think?"

"Brother!" Bao'e exclaimed in shock, "Have you gone mad?"

"You don't want to?"

“The mountains are high and the rivers are far. How could he, with his frail body, possibly travel such a long and arduous journey?”

"You're still thinking about him."

"No, no! If he takes several months, wouldn't it take several months before the wedding? Brother, we can't wait that long."

“That makes some sense,” Nie Guiyu said. “Then let’s not invite him. We can just write him a letter sometime and let him know, so that he won’t worry about us.”

“Exactly, exactly.” Bao’e took his hand. “Good brother, why don’t you arrange a feast first, and let me see how the feast is and whether the food is appropriate?”

Seeing that she did not refuse, Young Master Nie's heart softened a little, just like winter turning into spring. He looked at her slightly sweaty forehead and then at her amber eyes.

"Bao'e, Bao'e..." He pinched her cheeks and rubbed her ears.

"What do you mean, 'What should I do'?"

Young Master Nie pressed down on the corner of her lips, his fingertips seemingly brushing against her sharp teeth.

Suddenly, he opened his mouth slightly and stuck out a little bit of his tongue.

It was bright red, but it didn't kiss her. It just swayed slowly and gently, staring straight at her with its dark, hollow eyes, truly like a bewitching ghost.

She stared blankly, "Brother, what are you doing?"

Nie Guiyu remained silent.

Good Bao'e, coaxed into having a sweet tooth by him, forgot that he was a wronged ghost, and didn't even remember that there was anyone else in the room. She stared at him intently.

In the end, she couldn't resist and tilted her head back to bite his lips.

Then Young Master Nie pressed his lips to hers, slowly licking and gently biting.

One hand should be gently stroked and kneaded on the back of her neck.

The slurred sounds of lips and tongues caressing and licking filled the room.

Bao'e felt as if his fingertips were grinding her neck bones to dust, and his sucking was numbing her tongue. She couldn't stop moaning and panting.

Young Master Nie seemed to chuckle, his voice softly brushing against her ear.

After a long while, he stepped back, his hand pressing against her back, his fingers slightly closed, as if he wanted to dig out her heart.

He said, "I will only feel at ease if I truly lay bare your heart."

Bao'e regained her senses and exclaimed in alarm, "No, no!"

His fingers slowly swirled around her heart as he said, "You said you wanted to open your heart so I could see how sincere you were, but now you won't."

This frightened Bao'e so much that she blurted out, "A fake dissection is fine, but a real dissection would be fatal."

"You're quite the schemer!" Young Master Nie pulled her closer to him. "Whatever your intentions, you can stay here and not leave, it's fine."

Bao'e squinted and mumbled incoherently, "No problem, no problem."

Then Young Master Nie said he would arrange the banquet so that she could see it in advance.

He left, and Bao'e stood still, when suddenly she heard a sound behind her.

She turned around abruptly and saw the swordsman leaning against the bed with his arms crossed, looking at her with a mocking gaze, but without much genuine smile.

“Miss Zhu,” he smiled, “that evil spirit is so close to you, like two vines entwined around a tree. When you get married, we should do as you told me the other day, and ask your master to be the groom’s father.”

“Junior Brother Yan, your fate is too low, don’t play tricks on me.” Bao’e said, “If I refuse him, won’t he boil me in a pot? I’ll be fine on my own, I’ll die if I want to, but I don’t want to go to the underworld and have to listen to my master crying.”

"Oh, is that so? I underestimated you, please forgive me." The swordsman stepped forward, still with that same smile. "But I wonder what kind of person this young master Gao from Gao Family Manor is?"

Bao'e fell silent, staring blankly into space with a slightly unfocused gaze.

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