When Ming Ye returned to the dilapidated temple, there were two more people beside Li Zang, they were Mo Yu and Jing Zhi. He frowned, but still walked into the temple. With Mo Yu's care, Li Zang's complexion was indeed much better. Li Zang had obviously just finished drinking the medicine, and there were still some medicine residues at the corners of his mouth.

Li Zang coughed and bowed hastily, "Welcome, Your Majesty."

Mo Yu's cold and arrogant back trembled a little, but he still saluted with a cold face. In fact, Mo Yu originally wanted to take care of Gong Ci in the zombie world, but Mo Yu didn't know if Ming Ye was blind to fall for such a difficult woman.

Jing Zhi was restless. At first, she made the flying corpses perform a trick for her every day, cutting off their heads and then replacing them. She even destroyed all the herbs in his medicine garden. What made Mo Yu even more worried was that Jing Zhi would come to his room in the middle of the night, take off her clothes, and try to seduce him...

This...couldn't help but make Mo Yu wonder if there really was something wrong with his Lord's eyes.

Seeing Mingye's tall and majestic figure, Jing Zhi hurried to Mingye's side. Her red eyes were still a little watery, and it was obvious that she had not had a good rest these days. Jing Zhi put her head in Mingye's arms and said affectionately, "Shen Mo, I miss you so much."

But there was more coldness in his eyes.

Li Zang and Mo Yu both turned their heads away embarrassedly. Although they were already in the coffin, they still couldn't help feeling shy when they saw such a scene.

Such an intimate gesture made Ming Ye feel a little at a loss, but he still endured it silently, the wrinkles between his sharp brows deepening, and he said mercilessly, "Mo Yu, didn't the emperor ask you to take good care of Jing Zhi!"

Mo Yu was about to speak when Jing Zhi grabbed Ming Ye's hand, the corners of his mouth drooped, and he looked very aggrieved. "Shen Mo, don't blame Master Mo Yu. It's me. I miss you so much."

When Jing Zhi raised her face, tears were still on her eyes. Combined with the cold wind in the dilapidated temple, she looked even more miserable, as if someone had bullied her. Mo Yu looked at her with pimples all over his body. If there was such a woman pestering him, he might as well jump out of the coffin and pretend to be dead.

Ming Ye narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice, "The demon world is very dangerous, you should go back with Mo Yu."

Jing Zhi's face was full of frustration. She tried to persuade him, "Shen Mo, but I'm worried about you. We've been apart for so long, I don't want to...I don't want to wait any longer."

The Jing Zhi in his memory is completely different from the Jing Zhi who is beside Ming Ye now. The stubborn and obstinate Jing Zhi will never shed tears. If Jing Zhi is someone he cherishes, then the woman in front of him now makes him feel disgusted.

Even the pair of white jade hands holding his hands seemed to him like poisonous snakes and ferocious beasts.

Ming Ye pulled his hand away, his stern face covered with layers of frost. He said clearly, "This emperor is not Shen Mo, and please don't call me Shen Mo!"

As if feeling the pleasure of revenge, Mo Yu raised the corner of his mouth and said to Jing Zhi, who was still silent and crying, "Miss, since the Lord has ordered this, you can go back with your subordinates!"

Jing Zhi still clung to Ming Ye's sleeves tightly, his voice trembling as if he was about to faint. However, he kept his eyes open, looking at Ming Ye suspiciously, and said, "I know, I know, you're a corpse king now, but...but, in my eyes, you're still the same Shen Mo."

Ming Ye was gentle for once, wiping away the tears from Jing Zhi's eyes with his hands. His tone softened as he said, "If you insist on staying, you have to listen to me."

Jing Zhi nodded repeatedly, a sinister look flashing across her eyes as she said, "I...know, I will definitely not cause you any trouble."