Chapter 31 My Wife Loves Me
On the other side
The night was as still as water
Yao Jin wasn't asleep; instead, he looked down at his palm and pondered.
She has recovered nearly 80% of her magic, and her appearance is getting closer and closer to her prime—there are still slight differences. Even though she was stunningly beautiful before, when she lowered her eyes to think, there was always a childlike innocence in her eyes that she hadn't gotten rid of yet.
But now, her legs have grown a few inches longer, and her bones have lengthened, making her eyebrows and eyes even more striking. When she lowers her eyes to look at things, her radiance is tempered with a touch of coldness, making her look more like an adult who has experienced the ways of the world.
Those guides are long gone.
Now the "L" imprinted on her palm has been deciphered, but it simply means "death".
Having amnesia for so long has its downsides; I don't even know when these words changed.
She was lost in thought, not too worried.
Po Wang, standing to the side, was extremely anxious. "You've already used the mirror, so how come you only have thirty years left to live?"
Po Wang hadn't originally planned to come. After the two parted ways, he went to find Po Jun as instructed. However, after sending out the signal from the Demon Realm, Po Jun didn't come, but Chu Fengliu did.
Chu Fengliu had stayed in Buzhou Mountain for too long and actually thought he had become a cultivator. After smelling the demonic aura, he was still holding a broken tree branch that he had picked up from somewhere, and he almost knocked him out of his body with the branch.
Chu Fengliu had the lowest magic power among the four, but Po Wang was somewhat afraid of him and didn't dare to retaliate.
Finally, he sat alone in a corner, feeling miserable for a long time, when he suddenly realized something.
What he said during the day, in the end, is exactly what happened now. Not to mention women, even men are most vulnerable when they are down on their luck, and that's when he came.
But I never expected to see this scene.
Yao Jin was getting a headache from Po Wang's nagging. "Nobody has ever used this mirror. It's normal for something to go wrong."
Po Wang: "It must be that stinky Taoist priest's doing. He must know where the Mirror of Origin is hidden."
They were fully aware of what was happening next door.
Yao Jin was incredulous. "Even his mother forced him to hand over the mirror. If Little Daoist had known, he would have given it to him long ago."
“Little Daoist Lord?” Po Wang grasped some key points. “What Little Daoist Lord? He has lived for over a hundred years. How can he be called ‘Little’?”
In the mortal realm, a hundred years is certainly not a short time, but this is the celestial realm, and Yao Jin felt that he was being somewhat unreasonable.
Po Wang added, "He has the Seven Killings destiny, destined to die alone and miserably. Don't tell me you like him and want to be with him."
"In that case, I'll go tell him now, tell him you're a demon. Let's see how he reacts!" Po Wang wanted to shatter her dream, but he didn't want her to die a violent death. After saying that, he was about to leave.
But as Po Wang turned around, a gust of wind ripped through the air, severing his hair and freezing him in place. "You, you actually tried to kill me..."
Yao Jin put away his whip, his face grim. "Tell him, how am I supposed to get the Mirror of Origin?"
Those who were once deeply in love generally cannot escape one of two fates. One is that, over the long years, their feelings are worn away, and they become strangers. But the affection between them still remains, only they never see each other again until death.
Another type is where, in a marriage filled with trivialities, feelings are worn down, and eventually, the two become disgusted with each other and only want to kill each other.
Yao Jin was unwilling to become the latter.
When emotions run high, she only wants to preserve that beautiful moment.
She never felt ashamed of her identity as a demon, but during this time of amnesia, she grew somewhat weary of it.
"Really?" Po Wang was momentarily doubtful. "Then why did you use such a ruthless method?"
Yao Jin, impatient, his fingertips trembling slightly, said, "Look at your arrogant face. Do you want to ruin my resurrection of my father?"
Since the Demon King's death, the Demon Realm has been withered for hundreds of years. Without the Demon King to support it, the major families of the cultivation world have become increasingly unruly, always shouting for war whenever they see a demon. They expand their territories like emperors in the mortal world, yet they humiliate the "remnants" in every way. When has the Demon Realm ever suffered such injustice?
Breaking through illusions means having no doubts. "Then this matter must be handled quickly. Yao Jin, I must remind you that we must prioritize the overall situation."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the door creaked open.
Po Wang was speechless for a moment.
At this time, in this room, who else can come and go as they please?
"Who?" Yao Jin also realized this, first calling out from afar, then signaling with his eyes for Po Wang to hide inside.
"Is that you, Little Daoist?" Yao Jin put away his whip and took a few steps forward.
The figure paused, separated by a screen, and replied, "Yes."
For some reason, a sense of sorrow swept over her, and Yao Jin quickly went over, "Little Daoist, what's wrong?"
But a barrier blocked her way.
Most of the barriers set up by cultivators are defensive, centered on the person who sets up the barrier, to protect themselves.
But this barrier was incredibly soft, like a ball of water enveloping Yao Jin.
This is the Wugou Pavilion, a room for rest. Why is a barrier set up here?
Yao Jin touched the barrier with his hand, somewhat anxiously, "What's wrong with you? Why didn't you knock before entering the room? And why didn't you say anything?"
Yes, even under these circumstances, Yao Jin noticed the unusual things.
Just a few steps away, Meng Ji wasn't silent. Rather, he couldn't, or rather, he couldn't get used to it for the time being.
"I forgot to knock." Meng Ji adjusted his gaze slightly and lowered his eyes. "It was just late at night, and after leaving my mother's, I wanted to rest for a while before going to the study."
Meng Ji rarely stays overnight here, and even if he does, he will notify someone in advance so as not to cause any chaos.
Upon receiving the message, the servants would carefully fumigate every corner of the room with the finest ambergris, and prepare impeccably clean water for the immortal to bathe and cleanse himself of all impurities.
How could a young immortal lord who is so methodical and considerate of others suddenly have a whim?
Even though we were so close, the words seemed to be separated by something, both clear and unclear.
"Then come in and rest," Yao Jin said, sensing something was amiss. She extended the invitation so warmly that she completely forgot that if Meng Jizhen accepted, it would likely expose something.
As soon as Yao Jin finished speaking, Po Wang, who hadn't managed to dodge properly, felt his heart stop for a moment. His eyes widened, but because he was mindful of Meng Ji's cultivation level, he dared not use telepathy.
With his eyes, which were almost popping out of their sockets, he seemed to say: What's going on? He's still here! Aren't you going to care whether I live or die?!
But Yao Jin didn't even spare him a glance. Po Wang felt utterly powerless at that moment and quickly hid in the corner.
Yao Jin insisted on saying to Meng Ji, "Come in, come in and rest."
Meng Ji: "No, it's late. I'll rest outside for a while and then leave, so as not to disturb Madam's rest."
Meng Ji was indeed very polite, but he never refused any of her invitations.
At this moment, Yao Jin felt increasingly uneasy.
“I don’t think this is a disturbance.” Yao Jin interrupted him, clenching her fists tightly and taking a few steps back.
If she can't break through with magic, she'll expose herself.
Let's use the most direct method.
"Fine, if you won't come in, then I'll go out. You don't want me to see, but I'll insist on seeing." As soon as he finished speaking, Yao Jin charged towards the barrier.
Even a soft barrier cannot withstand such provocation from the outside world.
Moreover, this is a barrier specifically designed to stop people.
If nothing unexpected happens, she'll just end up with a bloody head. She knows how strong she is; her head might be sliced off by the barrier, leaving a gruesome, bowl-sized hole in her neck.
It's possible that even their heads won't be able to squeeze through the barrier, and their thick hair will be twisted off.
Neither of these two points is acceptable to Yao Jin, who loves beauty.
But she did it anyway.
This is tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock. In the mortal world, a newborn calf will not fear the gaping jaws of a tiger, and a wise person will always know how to protect themselves.
That figure was both so fast and so slow.
In a flash, the barrier emitted a dazzling golden light, and needle-like rays of light shot out from it, as if they would pierce the person on the other side into a bloody mess in the next second.
"You..." Meng Ji was furious and hurriedly withdrew the barrier. In fact, his fingertips were trembling violently because he withdrew it so quickly.
The barrier between the two disappeared, and the screen was overturned by the girl's impact, causing dust to rise into the air.
Meng loved cleanliness, and such dust used to be unable to get close to him.
He might even slightly back away because of these tiny specks of dust.
But at this moment, he stood still, staring at the girl in the dust, tears streaming down her face.
Their eyes met, and the anger in their hearts turned into reluctance.
“Madam, you are really willful…” Meng Ji still couldn’t bring himself to reprimand his wife, even though he was telling her that her actions were too dangerous and that the barrier might accidentally hurt her. But he still couldn’t bring himself to reprimand her.
Those words eventually turned into a helpless sigh, but Meng Ji's eyes curved slightly.
How could he not know his wife's concern? How could he not know that his wife's rare act of recklessness was for his sake?
Just a few steps away, Yao Jin couldn't manage a smile. In a blink, tears welled up in her eyes, streaming down her face. "Little Daoist, your mouth..."
Even with a plan in mind, she couldn't have imagined things would turn out this way.
That face was incredibly contradictory, possessing both an ethereal and eerie quality.
Those thick eyelashes curved gently, as soft as a pool of spring water—but half of her face, no! Below her nose, where her lips were, were densely covered with needle marks.
Some threads, no less thick and stiff than hemp thread, passed through the corners of his lips, forcefully pulling his lips toward the ground.
Yao Jin still remembers that her lips were originally a light pinkish-brown, looking incredibly beautiful. But now, due to congestion and swelling, they are no longer recognizable.
Like those big-headed dolls you make yourself in the mortal world, they look ridiculous and laughable.
But this isn't funny; even shaking gold won't bring a smile to your face.
"How could she... how could she be so heartless..." Yao Jin's eyes reddened, staring intently at those lips, as if she wanted to stare the perpetrator to death.
She dared not blink, and even her breathing became cautious, for fear that any excessive movement would cause Xiao Daojun to feel pain again.
"She is your mother, why doesn't she love you?" Yao Jin couldn't imagine. Demons are bloodthirsty and warlike, but when they have children, they at most abandon them and let them fend for themselves. They would never be so cruel.
She approached him, but dared not touch him with her hands. Instead, she stood on tiptoe and gently blew on him, just like last time, asking, "Does it hurt? Will this make you feel better?"
Their eyes met, and the pity in their gazes was undisguised.
No, it's already overflowing.
Meng Ji carefully observed his wife's expression and confirmed once again that his wife's heartache and tears were for him.
He couldn't help but laugh, and the words coming from his abdomen pleased him as well: "Madam is soft-hearted, then Madam dotes on me."
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