Chapter 54 Who do you think you are, daring to go on and on...?
This single word ignited the bloodlust of the demons, who immediately erupted in cheers.
Only Chu Fengliu felt a thin layer of sweat on his back. He now suspected that this person's true purpose was either to remove him from his position after discovering that he had no magical power, thus eliminating any other competitors around Yao Jin, or simply to provoke him because he disliked him.
In that illusion, he had consumed too many pills he had refined himself, and the effects of the medicine had caused him to faint early on. He didn't see anything at all, nor could he remember how many pills were left.
Did that stinky Taoist priest eat one of them?
Upon realizing this, Chu Fengliu was greatly alarmed and dared not approach any further.
But at this moment, the atmosphere was so heated that there were sounds of monsters opening bets all around, which made Chu Fengliu feel like he was being roasted on a fire.
He couldn't go in, since he was no match for the Taoist priest anyway.
Can't I just cancel the update? Wouldn't that be beneath me?
Chu Fengliu gritted his teeth, "You just come like that?"
Meng Ji lowered his eyes and gestured with one hand behind his back, "If Miss wants to see, I will."
Chu Fengliu: ...
"You're so obedient, like a dog." Chu Fengliu spat inwardly. He looked at Meng Ji, who was already prepared, and then glanced at Yao Jin, who was sitting lazily. His eyes darted around, and he suddenly moved closer to Yao Jin.
"Shake the gold, shake the gold! Good sister, dear sister, look at my face, it's all smeared. How can it look good if you keep hitting me like this?" Chu Fengliu looked pitiful and leaned her face closer, making a gesture like Xi Shi holding her heart.
Such a pitiful posture would be disgusting on a man, but Chu Fengliu's face was too cleverly shaped; even with his tall stature, he still looked like a large animal whining.
So when this large animal rests its head on its lap, Yao Jin can easily reach out and grab a handful of its silky hair that has fallen down halfway.
"Yeah, it really doesn't look good."
It's such a shame to get such nice hair dirty.
Yao Jin was unaware of why she felt Chu Fengliu was bound to lose. She simply smiled as she looked at the strands of hair, marveling at their smoothness, blackness, and density, and her face drew ever closer to Chu Fengliu's.
Chu Fengliu's face immediately flushed red. He shyly tilted his head back and leaned closer to Yao Jin, while his other eye darted in another direction. "Right? Well, since my good sister loves me, I won't be so vulgar as to get into any fights."
"Hmm, it's not impossible." Yao Jin stroked the hair in her palm again.
Beside him, Meng Ji's face slowly darkened, his lips pressed tightly together, almost as if they were bleeding.
This is his wife, but the two of them have never acted like this before.
Having served as the senior disciple and sect leader for so long, he always carried an almost rigid air of authority. It's not that this was bad; in fact, it made it easier for him to lead the sect. But over time, it also instilled fear in others.
The lady was indeed mischievous, but her few moments of mischief were all suppressed by his teachings. Suddenly, he remembered the scene of the lady washing her feet by the bath. In fact, when he told the lady to go back and soak her feet again, he was not only angry, but also had some ulterior motives.
He knew what he liked, and he was also afraid that others might have such unsavory thoughts. He only thought about the pleasures of his own private quarters, things he didn't want outsiders to know.
But unexpectedly, this suppressed the lady's natural instincts.
He sometimes felt regretful, wondering why he had to suppress his true nature.
But looking at his wife now, he felt that the punishment of copying texts back then was too lenient.
Meng Ji gently closed his eyes.
With Yao Jin's words, the battle naturally had no chance of continuing. The surrounding monsters reluctantly put away the gambling table and went back to drinking and making merry.
"Alright." Yao Jin finally finished playing with that bunch of hair, and she patted Chu Fengliu's face. "Get up and deal with that face of yours."
"If your face is really smudged, it won't look good."
Chu Fengliu was feeling lightheaded from being stroked, every pore on his body felt comfortable. Upon hearing this, he immediately panicked. He stood up abruptly, covered half of his injured face with his wide sleeve, and rushed towards the door, saying, "Yes, yes, I need to get some medicine to apply."
Chu Fengliu usually cherishes his face. As he puts it, "As long as my face is there, my kingdom is there." Now that his "kingdom" is injured, he has to protect it properly.
Yao Jin watched him disappear like a gust of wind, ruffling her skirt. She casually muttered, "I'm going to die," then frowned, "What kind of medicine did he concoct? Does he even know how to concoct medicine?"
Chu Fengliu, of course, did not hear this. After he went outside, he found a pond nearby and began to pull out the small pieces of porcelain embedded in his face.
The Demon Palace is located in the center of the Demon Realm. The sky here is darkened by the Demon King's demonic energy over the years. Fortunately, there is a huge luminous pearl in the palace that illuminates the area, so the reflection can be seen in this pool of water.
Chu Fengliu was originally facing the pool water with his back to the Demon Palace, picking at the flaws, but because the porcelain shards were embedded too deeply, and because he had lost his magic power and his eyesight was not as good as before, it was too difficult for him to see the pool water.
But this is a meticulous task, and it can't be rushed.
Chu Fengliu glanced at the porcelain shards that had been picked out from the ground beside him, then at the project where most of the face was still missing. After thinking for a moment, he turned his body to the side.
Suddenly, a dark shadow loomed overhead from behind.
Chu Fengliu's heart skipped a beat, and he was about to turn around, but the hand behind him grabbed his hair and pushed him into the pool.
Chu Fengliu struggled violently. His inability to swim was related to his original body, a fact known to everyone.
But the icy water seeped into his mouth, nose, ears, and throat, instantly piercing through them. The suffocating sensation filled him with deep fear.
Chu Fengliu twisted his hands behind his back, grabbed the man's arm, and tried to break free, but the pool was filled with countless splashes of water, which could not shake him in the slightest.
That hand was firm and strong, with thin calluses even on the back of the hand, and the forearm connected to the wrist bone had several protruding muscle lines covered with water droplets.
"You, you, who exactly are you..." Chu Fengliu's words formed a string of bubbles in the water, floating on the surface like the crater left by a stone thrown in.
Chu Fengliu didn't know how long a person could hold their breath underwater, but as a demon, he had no chance of suffocating. Even so, when the not-so-clear water, mixed with the corpses thrown down by the Demon King, rushed into his throat, he still felt like he was on the verge of death.
"Who do you think you are, daring to appear in front of Madam again and again?" Meng Jiqin lowered his body, water droplets clinging to his thick eyelashes. His gentle and harmless appearance was like someone who had just washed their face and hadn't dried it yet. He didn't shy away from his voice, just as he didn't shy away from his determination to kill.
"Playing mind games!"
"Begging for mercy!"
"Pretentious!"
With each cold shout, Meng Ji slammed the obstructive head down into the pool, the force defying gravity and overcoming the principle of water's inherent softness. Even as rusty bloodstains appeared on the surface, he did not let go.
Loud bangs!
Just like that year when I chopped that man's neck with an axe, one stroke after another.
Broken porcelain shards splattered out along with blood and flesh. Chu Fengliu felt as if he was about to die, and struggled even more violently. After all, he was a man and not light in weight. After struggling with almost all his might, he certainly had a chance to escape. However, large clumps of his smooth, proud hair, which had just been stroked, were peeled off his scalp.
A sharp pain suddenly shot through him, like countless needles flying down like a waterfall, piercing straight to the top of his head. Chu Fengliu cried out and left the water in a sorry state.
"You, you didn't lose your memory at all!!" Chu Fengliu shouted, clutching his head.
"You're only finding out now?" Meng Ji calmly squatted down on the spot, rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands. He exposed his back without any concern, as if he didn't care at all about being ambushed, or as if the person who had just attacked him was not him.
Without his wife present, Meng Ji's usual smirk vanished, replaced by a cold look as he peered through the water's reflection, saying, "You're not entirely stupid."
In fact, it's better not to praise at all.
It has been some time since Mengji arrived in the Demon Realm. During this time, Po Jun died and Po Wang was injured without even meeting him. Asking now is just foolish.
But when Meng Ji speaks so calmly, people always think he is speaking from the heart.
But Chu Fengliu knew that this wasn't a kind remark. He gestured behind him, contemplating the possibility of pushing the person down, and silently considered escape routes. In the end, he had no choice but to temporarily abandon the idea. He said, "What are you doing in the Demon Realm? Coming here specifically to kill me? You can give up now. The Demon Realm has already lost one Demon General. If another one dies, the Demon King will definitely investigate to the end!"
"Why would I kill you?" Meng Ji asked.
That's true. Meng Ji never intended to kill Chu Fengliu from the beginning. First, Chu Fengliu had once refined pills for Yao Jin, and even though Yao Jin didn't consume them, he still bore that favor on behalf of his wife. Second, he never took Chu Fengliu seriously at all.
However, Yao Jin was still intrigued by Chu Fengliu's appearance, which angered Meng Ji and led to him being taught a lesson.
However, this confused Chu Fengliu. He suddenly remembered that the Demon King had been his defeated opponent, and after hearing that Meng Ji had not come to kill him, he swallowed his subsequent guesses. But another guess surfaced: "You didn't come here specifically to find Yao Jin, did you? Then give up. Yao Jin is currently single. You're not her type."
Gaining some verbal advantage was already the maximum revenge Chu Fengliu could take.
Meng Ji grunted in agreement, seemingly finding the words reasonable. He even stopped washing his fingertips by the pool. "That's right, the lady no longer loves anyone who can discipline her. But how did the Demon King manage to do that?"
Even if Yao Jin is arrogant and spoiled on ordinary days, he will definitely listen to the Demon King when it comes to important matters. Apart from the special characteristic of bloodline separation, how exactly does he manage to do it?
As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Fengliu said incredulously, "You're not going to ask the Demon King for advice, are you? Even if you knew what the Demon King did, you're not going to copy him, are you?"
"Even if you follow his instructions, the Demon King will not allow it."
"Why not?" Meng Ji didn't sense anything wrong with it at all. "He's just a demon king. If I kill him once, I can kill him a second time."
His tone was light and casual, but when he said the next sentence, there was an indescribable pity in his voice. "But there has to be a way to ease the tension without letting her know. Otherwise, even if I kill that beast, she will still be heartbroken because her proud father has such feelings for her."
Chu Fengliu got goosebumps. No matter how fast he jumped around, he couldn't keep up with Meng Ji's thinking. In that instant, he even forgot the pain in his scalp in surprise. "You want to kill the Demon King and not want her to hate you? You're dreaming... Are you dreaming?"
Chu Fengliu swallowed the curse word, forcibly changing his words. He then covered his exposed scalp and silently prayed that the other party would not take the words to heart.
Unfortunately, it was too late. When Meng Ji's eyes glared over, Chu Fengliu broke out in layers of cold sweat.
"You are quite eloquent, but with someone like you around, it's hard to guarantee that the lady won't be influenced by her surroundings."
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