Chapter 65 How can a one-sided divorce be considered a reconciliation...?
This was absolutely the darkest hour. Everything was a blur, and the feeling of being on the verge of death surged up inside me, causing all the muscles in my body to involuntarily curl up.
Yao Jin's mind went blank, but Meng Ji forced her to accept it, even pinching her slightly open mouth with two fingers and turning her head to look around, "Look, you demons are nothing more than this."
"Is this kind of dissolute behavior, this kind of life, really what you want?"
When their gazes met from afar, Yao Jin felt an indescribable sense of shame welling up inside her. She first collapsed and covered her face, but her fingers were pried open one by one and forcibly pressed to the ground. "Don't look... don't look at me."
In an instant, childhood memories flooded his mind, and the white flowers in the garden flashed by in a series of images before Yao Jin's eyes.
A wave of nausea rose from the bottom of my stomach, a physiological sensation that rushed straight to my throat.
With a "whoosh," Yao Jin spat it out.
The filth smeared onto Meng Ji's hands, but he didn't flinch. Instead, he turned Yao Jin's face away to prevent her from choking. He was the one who caused all this, yet he remained indifferent. "You've learned about propriety and shame, Yao Jin. You're becoming more and more like a human being."
If Yao Jin still had any sense at this moment, she would have been able to hear the satisfaction in his words. But when that strong masculine scent mixed with the pervasive sour smell hit her in the face, Yao Jin couldn't hear anything at all.
"No, don't look at me!" she cried out, but her body was peeled back layer by layer, revealing a person whose clothes were perfectly neat and tidy.
This was absolutely a one-sided plunder, a feeling more suffocating than a venomous snake coiling around one's neck. Yao Jin's face was deathly pale, her clothes and temples were soaked with sweat, and her eyes burned with a deadly hatred. "We're already divorced! We have no relationship. Aren't you the most law-abiding, the most demanding of yourself?!"
To his surprise, this remark elicited a laugh, followed by a sigh, "Madam, this is your intention, but I do not agree with it."
A unilateral separation cannot be considered a true separation.
After Meng Ji finished speaking, the corners of his lips curled up, his words carrying a sharp edge, and his tone became increasingly sarcastic, "We have formally bowed to heaven and earth and gone through the proper channels, how dare you say we should just get a divorce!"
"A piece of waste paper thrown on the ground can lead to a divorce. How ridiculous."
"Still joking around with other people? Do you think I'm dead?"
"No, it's not like that..." Tears welled up in her eyes, and Yao Jin wanted to scream and run away, but her body was nailed to the spot and she couldn't move. She shook her head in despair and bit her finger in her mouth so hard that she wished she could break the bone. "I didn't sign a contract of servitude. I have the right to divorce."
The pain came, and Meng Ji accepted it completely, even indulging in a savage malice, saying, "Then I also have the right not to accept it."
As if to verify this statement, the following time became incredibly long, until the blood mist outside had thinned out a bit, but Yao Jin was still not free.
Over time, the physical torture turned into waves of numbness.
Yao Jin closed his eyes and fainted, unable to bear it any longer.
With no more struggle and the person beneath him obediently returning to his usual self, Meng Ji's inner rage subsided slightly, and he hastily ended everything.
He took off his outer robe, carefully picked up the person, and placed him aside. After doing all this, he did not put away the isolation shield, but stepped out of the shield wearing only his inner clothes.
The moment Meng Ji appeared out of thin air, the immobilization spell cast on Chu Fengliu and the Demon King was lifted, and the blank look in their eyes slowly faded, leaving only vigilance.
Chu Fengliu remained vigilant but did not speak, his gaze subtly shifting into the distance.
The Demon King gritted his teeth: "What exactly do you want?"
"I don't want anything." Meng Ji put his hands behind his back, ignoring his slightly ill-fitting clothes. His posture was extremely graceful. He didn't even look at the dark figure slowly moving towards the door.
There must be someone left alive, so that the lady will know what's going on.
With a clang, Frost Flower suddenly appeared out of thin air.
Just like the gaze directed at a dead object, the Frostflower Sword's blade was positioned like a wasp's tail, each strike cutting against the natural contours of the human skeleton, leaving no way out for its opponent.
The bloody stench that had finally begun to dissipate in the air reached its peak once more, and at that moment, Chu Fengliu felt as if the blood in his body was flowing backward.
This isn't meat; it's clearly gamey.
The memory of that frozen moment returned instantly. In fact, the freezing spell could indeed freeze the physical body, but the person's senses were still present during that time. He could clearly feel the oppressive aura, the killing intent, and the jealousy in the air.
Yes, jealousy, something that only women in the mortal world possess.
This was also the root cause of the Demon King's death.
Even after escaping the Demon Realm, Chu Fengliu's suffocating and fearful feeling of being targeted by the Grim Reaper never completely dissipated.
Be wild and wild.
That statement is absolutely correct.
I've lost track of time since I returned from Laoshan.
But the daily activity range of Ke Yaojin is pitifully small, consisting only of that one couch.
No, it's this room.
She hardly recognized any corner of this place anymore—the desk, the floor, even under the bed.
Sometimes, even Yao Jin could hardly imagine such tricky and unusual angles. In the end, all Yao Jin could do was bite him and pry at him. Even so, he accepted it all calmly, only to torment her even more frantically.
So now, the entire room is filled with that smell.
Once you enter, you feel like you could drown in this space.
This time, Yao Jin originally thought he would stay here until he died, but unexpectedly, on the morning of the fourth day, just as the sun rose, two maids walked in from outside the door.
The girl in the lead was quite young, with two little pigtails. She carried a brass basin, half full of water, steadily moving it with remarkable agility.
"lady."
Who else could this be but Xiaoyun?
"You..." Yao Jin was a little agitated and struggled to get up from the bed. Xiao Yun quickly put down what she was holding and went forward to help her. "Madam, this servant will help you wash up."
Xiaoyun arrived at Buzhou Mountain a few days ago. Her family has been working in a prestigious family for generations, and if nothing unexpected happens, she will become a servant in the future.
But even among servants, there are differences. She is now a servant of an immortal, and cannot be compared to before. Xiaoyun is extremely satisfied with this job, and therefore vowed to serve her future master well, regardless of her temperament or appearance.
Unexpectedly, the lady was so beautiful and seemed very kind, quite different from what was said outside.
"It's you." Yao Jin's eyes showed joy at seeing a familiar face, but also a hint of nostalgia. He reached out and patted Xiao Yun's head. "Xiao Yun."
Xiao Yun exclaimed, "How does Madam know my name? Ah, it must be the Immortal Lord who told Madam."
The lady and the immortal lord have a very good relationship.
But as soon as these words were spoken, Yao Jin covered her ears and kept backing away as if she had heard an enemy. "No, don't mention that person!"
That person is a devil; just hearing his name gives you nightmares.
After the screams, it was time to escape. Yao Jin, pale-faced, grabbed Xiao Yun's hand, her arms covered in purplish-blue marks. "Help me, help me escape from here."
In fact, Yao Jin's skin is fair and fragile, so even a little force can cause it to spread into a large area. Especially after several days and nights, the spread of subcutaneous bruising looks even more horrifying.
A hint of sympathy welled up in Xiaoyun's eyes, and she felt inexplicably sad. She struggled to speak, "No."
"Madam, you are already married. You are the Immortal Lord's person in life and in death."
Xiaoyun, being a servant of the family for generations, spoke with the same mannerisms as Mengji, despite her young age.
Hearing the sound of the shaking gold, his heart plummeted straight down.
She could no longer utter a word, and she clearly realized that Xiaoyun was no longer the Xiaoyun she used to be.
Everything that followed went smoothly. She was carefully served while washing and changing, but even though the new clothes were scented with familiar fragrances, Yao Jin still felt like she had been branded with a label from the inside out.
Just like a mule, it's instantly recognizable.
She was ushered into the Wugou Pavilion, where the furnishings were as familiar as ever. Only then did Yao Jin barely come to her senses, "He... how did he come back here again?"
Xiaoyun: "That's because the Immortal Lord is about to become the sect leader, and this will be the mountain where the Immortal Lord resides from now on."
Everything was proceeding as planned, but Yao Jin felt a sense of unfamiliarity. "Really? Well then, congratulations to him."
Upon hearing this, Xiaoyun seemed to think of something and pursed her lips, wanting to speak, but held back. However, the marks on Yaojin's body during their first meeting had truly frightened her, and the reluctance in her heart slowly fermented. After hesitating for a moment, she still said, "Madam, if you hear anything unpleasant in the future, don't take it to heart. The Immortal Lord only has eyes for you."
Yao Jin frowned and sneered, "What other unpleasant things could there be?"
It's nothing more than a demoness bewitching a celestial lord; hasn't she heard enough of that already?
To Yao Jin's utter surprise, it actually worked.
Meng Ji's return to Wugou Pavilion this time was not because the immortal sect valued him so much, but because he had promised to marry Leng Dandan. To marry the sect leader's beloved daughter, he naturally needed a decent main peak as their love residence.
Rumors always spread quickly. "Have you heard? The Immortal Lord is going to marry two people this time?"
"How could that be! I heard he was marrying his junior sister."
"Yes, I will marry my junior sister, but I will also take that demoness who was brought back as a concubine."
"Would the sect leader agree to that?"
"Who knows? We'll find out how many brides there are on that day. But speaking of which, that vixen is really something else. I don't know why my senior brother is so insistent on having her. I heard that the sect leader was furious about it."
"Hehe, he must be quite skilled in bed, bewitching his senior brother...hehehe."
Once romantic relationships are involved, things easily become distorted. People talk about these things in private without any restraint, as if they have witnessed something sordid and as if saying such things makes them great.
The Immortal Sect remains the same, outwardly righteous but inwardly rotten to the core.
Yao Jin listened to everything from behind the crowd, his face expressionless.
She didn't speak, but stood there, staring intently at the two people behind the crowd.
To be precise, it was a man and a woman who were talking about something that was unclear.
The childhood sweethearts, both senior and junior, wore identical gentle smiles on their faces—how well-matched they were!
Why does it have to come to harm her...?
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