Chapter 64 Wife leaves home, husband must search, wife, I…
In Yao Jin's imagination, what trouble could Chu Fengliu possibly cause? He's slippery, gets along with everyone, and is particularly spineless. The biggest trouble he could cause would probably be failing to teach someone a lesson and instead getting angry himself.
Yao Jin leaned lazily against the couch, casually reaching out to tease the Demon King's chin. "Hmm, what happened?"
Actually, she was too lazy to ask, but she felt that things had developed to this point, so she should ask.
Suddenly, a loud bang came from outside the palace gate.
A series of chaotic footsteps followed. Yao Jin frowned, about to speak, when the palace doors opened.
A monster covered in blood rolled in, shouting, "Report!"
"Report, report, report, report..."
For a moment, Yao Jin wanted to laugh, and she did laugh, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at Chu Fengliu, "Your people are all so easily surprised."
"It made him a stutterer."
"Or was he always a stutterer?"
The Demon King is dead, and no powerful figures have emerged in the Demon Realm. Even if some remarkable individuals do appear here, they're nothing special. Yao Jin listlessly dusted off her clothes, stood up, and was about to ask the demon to take her to see something when a figure suddenly flashed past outside.
The figure immediately stopped, his immaculate figure as upright and graceful as a crane, yet the coldness in his eyes inexplicably gave one the feeling that a jade mountain was about to collapse.
It was just an ordinary Taoist robe, except that the wooden hairpin on his head had been replaced with a jade crown.
Yao Jin's pupils widened instantly.
What is he here for?
How dare he show his face?
Thinking this, Yao Jin felt inexplicably guilty for not handing over the divorce papers in person and for sneaking away. But in an instant, Yao Jin straightened up.
Why should she feel guilty? She's not the one in the wrong.
Within an arrow's reach, Meng Ji naturally saw the change in Yao Jin's attitude and his indifferent expression.
In fact, not only her, but also those men in the hall with their clothes wide open and indecent attire fell into Meng Ji's sight.
He narrowed his eyes as if scrutinizing someone, looked them over, and then suddenly chuckled softly.
"Madam is truly unruly." The voice was casual, much like a teacher seeing a naughty student in the classroom, carrying a slight regret and a deep sense of disappointment.
These words were like a drop of water splashed into hot oil; instantly, a strong wind arose, and a storm was brewing.
The sea of corpses behind them was instantly crushed into a blood mist, which was chilling to the bone when blown by the wind.
The person amidst the blood mist seemed oblivious, walking towards them with a gentle smile—"When a wife leaves home, a husband should seek her out."
"Madam, I've come to take you home."
A sigh, like a signal from a lighthouse guiding a voyage, carries the power to reassure people, firm and unquestionable.
But the other side wasn't a lighthouse, and she didn't need to be taken back to that place that seemed like a beautiful landscape but was actually a cage.
Yao Jin suddenly felt a rebellious streak, thinking, "So what if she doesn't do as I wish?"
The people around had mostly dispersed; even those who hadn't immediately fled had quietly hidden in corners, leaving only the Demon King by his side.
Her gaze briefly fell on the Demon King's face, then quickly swept over his handsome features and demonic bones.
Although demons are not the same as monsters, one can imagine the hardships involved in becoming a demon king. In addition to powerful demonic strength, one must also have a calm and unwavering mindset, even if Mount Tai collapses before one.
The Demon King indeed succeeded. He was quite tall and powerfully built, and when he sat still, he exuded an aura of confidence. This aura stemmed from his strength, making him stand out among the terrified men.
This contest should not involve outsiders. Even if it's just a matter of arguing, a suitable target should be chosen, and the Demon King is an exceptionally suitable one.
A slender hand reached out and traced its way down the handsome jawline. Yao Jin didn't speak, but a smile, full of provocation, appeared in his eyes as he turned to look back.
In the instant their eyes met, Meng Ji suddenly smiled, and with that smile, he gently raised his hand. A sharp sword came flying from afar, emitting a clear sword cry. Then, he flipped his wrist and slashed through the air.
It's so slight that you wouldn't notice it if you weren't paying attention.
But a wisp of blood mist exploded with a bang, like a flower blooming in the netherworld, displaying its final splendor.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
Then, waves of blood mist rose and fell, and blood flowers, the condensation of life, flew through the hall like celestial maidens scattering flowers.
"My God!" Chu Fengliu, who had narrowly escaped death, stared at the corpse on the ground and cried out in disbelief, "Are you crazy?!"
All the demons that had been found nearby were reduced to dust, their original faces unrecognizable in the chaos. But the Demon King, true to his name, maintained his composed posture even under the immense pressure.
If you look closely, you can see that the Demon King's hand, hanging by his side, is dripping blood, and his demonic power is on the verge of dissipating.
After this incident, the Demon King's previous contempt had completely vanished. He gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at Chu Fengliu, "I knew you wouldn't come looking for me!"
All the pursuit of pleasure pales in comparison to the face of life and death.
At the same time, the demon race's instinctive ferocity was also aroused. It was an instinctive reaction to a powerful enemy, and a stress response to encountering an opponent. Suddenly, a roar resounded throughout the hall, and the demon king released its true form in beast form, pouncing towards the young man who had just stepped into the hall.
But an even more intense burst of energy suddenly descended from above, and sharp claws dug several holes in the ground. The massive beast slammed its head against the energy shield and fainted.
The demon's true form had already unleashed its full power through outward expression; its powerful strike ended without a ripple.
The demon king was utterly horrified, his body frozen in place as if struck by an ice spike.
Run for your life...
That's what he thought.
The Demon King wasn't the only one with this idea. Just as the Demon King revealed his true form, Yao Jin was also mobilizing his demonic power, but when he probed into the meridians, not only was it demonic art, but he couldn't even gather a trace of demonic energy.
Yao Jin's face turned deathly pale as he exchanged a glance with the Demon King.
She reached out, feeling utterly absurd, to support the Demon King's collapsing body. But the moment her hand touched his shoulder, near his jaw, the previously calm voice suddenly turned chilling—"Madam, wherever you place your hand, that's where I'll cut him."
Her hand, which was about to shake the gold, couldn't bring itself to fall; she didn't want to involve anyone else...
But to others, it was a different story. His eyes were dim and sorrowful, as if he was afraid that the people around him would be hurt because of him.
Meng Ji smiled, stood beside her and looked at her, without sheathing his sword, and led her a few steps away, "Madam, why do you want a divorce?"
"Is there something I've done wrong?"
The gentle voice rang out, yet it carried a chilling coldness. Yao Jin subconsciously took a step back. "You don't need to ask me; there's nothing between us to say."
Some things, if discussed openly, will only make things awkward for both sides, and besides, she didn't want to talk about them. She was never a match for this person in sophistry.
This evasive posture stung Meng Ji's eyes. The curve of his lips suddenly tightened, as if a thread stretched to its limit had snapped. At the same time, a crack appeared on his face, as if his mask had been torn.
“Madam, it seems you don’t know the meaning of husband and wife,” Meng Ji said in a strained voice, “but I don’t mind teaching you.”
In an instant, the world spun around.
Yao Jin felt a powerful force pressing against her stomach, lifting her up abruptly before her body slammed into the ground. When she looked up, Meng Ji's face was right in front of her.
The other person straddled her, forcibly squeezing his knees inside.
The voice seemed to emanate from hell: "Has someone outside bewitched the lady?"
"Otherwise, how could Madam be so audacious?"
Meng Ji's arms are very long. When he usually wields his sword, you can feel the power bursting from each of his distinct joints. But when this power falls on his body, it's like a raging storm.
It should be done with restraint; otherwise, it won't give the illusion of fingertips flying and weaving like when playing the piano.
Why isn't that pattering sound music?
But can playing music really do that?
There is only tension, no relaxation.
When the feeling of fullness came over him, Yao Jin's pupils contracted sharply. "Are you crazy?"
Besides the blood mist, there were other people around!!
She was met with a faint laugh.
The fact that he could still be distracted means he must not be giving enough. Meng Ji lowered his eyelashes and calmly looked at the ground beneath him.
A moment later, he laughed, "I've been crazy for a long time."
"You've driven me crazy."
He poured all his energy into their future, but the joy he felt went unrequited, turning into a laughable monologue. The thought of opening the door to an empty room—everything drove him mad!
In times of peace, we live in separate rooms; in times of death, we share the same grave.
Husband and wife are one, and this is how it should be.
Meng Ji's eyes were bloodshot, an unnatural red staining the corners of his eyes. What was terrifying was that even in this extremely irrational state, he continued to plunder with composure.
Their precise and meticulous movements were even more standard than the illustrations in a storybook.
But the waves kept coming, making people tremble.
But this isn't a storybook, and life doesn't need this kind of excitement.
Yao Jin struggled desperately, pushing away the madman in front of her with both hands and feet, and even trying to find something sharp to hit him. But when her gaze fell on the two people with blank expressions, she couldn't help but let out a shrill scream, "Get out, get out of here!"
But at this moment, she suddenly realized just how vast the difference in strength between the two sides truly was.
Yao Jin tried his best to retreat, but he still couldn't budge the slightest bit.
Even though the feeling of fullness subsided briefly due to her violent struggle, it then began to plunder her with an even more ruthless and powerful speed.
Yao Jin was terrified; the horror in her heart was indescribable. Her eyes glistened with tears, and she couldn't help but soften, "Little Daoist, please don't do this, I'm scared."
"Don't do this."
Using feigned weakness to gain sympathy is a tactic that Yao Jin has repeatedly used successfully.
But it was especially useless today.
The expected wiping of tears and gentle coaxing did not happen. Instead, she was met with a gentle smile, which seemed to contain a hint of shyness and bashfulness. "It's alright, Madam can handle it."
“If I can endure it, how could you, my lady, not be able to?”
"Madam, be good, or I'll kill them all."
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