Chapter 166 Little Taoist, please let me go 3
Youchen has jade-like eyebrows and eyes, a cold temperament, and always likes to hold a long grass between his lips. He wears a black robe and has a slender figure.
There was no emotion in his eyes, he looked down upon all living beings, yet he was bloodthirsty and ruthless.
Just like at this moment, his gaze lightly fell on Jiang Zhi's face, like a poisonous snake scratching across the skin, sticky and creepy, forming a huge contrast with her extraordinary appearance.
This was the powerful aura of a demon hunter, which made Jiang Zhi breathless.
The fox demon's naturally sensitive sense of smell constantly reminded her that Youchen's hands were stained with blood, and he was a demon or a human.
Taking in the frightened and wary look of the little fox demon, Youchen looked away, a faint smile on his lips, and a crystal-white wine jug appeared out of thin air in his palm. When he raised his head, his jaw formed a perfect arc in the air, and his sharp Adam's apple rolled up and down as he drank the liquid in the jug in one gulp.
A faint aroma of wine wafted through the air, blending with the unpleasant smell of year-round dampness, creating an indescribable feeling.
Jiang Zhi frowned slightly, and a strong force pinched the back of his neck, and his whole body was suspended in the air.
The force was neither light nor heavy, but it prevented her from struggling at all.
There was a sound of breaking tiles above my head, dazzling sunlight shone straight in, and there was a hot wind in my ears.
Holding a demon in his hand, Youchen looked effortless as he slowly descended in the golden light and stood on the soft soil.
This is the forest from yesterday...
Jiang Zhi was now in the mood to take a good look at the surrounding scenery. The trees were tall and lush, but the sunlight was blocked by the dense leaves, not a single ray of light could get through. It was a bit chilly, and when it fell on his skin, he raised goose bumps.
It was completely different from the lush scene of yesterday.
At that time, there was clearly a demonic presence here, but now it is dead silent, with a faint smell of blood in the air.
Very faint, so faint that it is hardly noticeable.
It's like...someone is covering it up...
Jiang Zhi couldn't help but start to doubt the man next to her, but for the sake of her own life, she could only endure it and dared not show any sign of it.
The white fingertips grabbed a red string, the other end of which was a collar around Jiang Zhi's neck.
Youchen treated her as a pet that he could tease at any time, and led her forward.
Jiang Zhi was still wearing the same tattered red robe from yesterday, with his thighs exposed and scars of varying sizes that were shocking.
Youchen walked very fast, not caring about the little fox demon behind him, and passed by a path covered with dead branches. A big gash was scratched on Jiang Zhi's leg, and blood was pouring out. He gasped softly, and his charming eyebrows were slightly frowned. He bit his lower lip with his pearly teeth, leaving a small tooth mark. There was a watery light in his eyes, which made people feel pity.
Fox demons are naturally delicate and tender, with sensitive pain nerves, charming voices, and every move they make is captivating.
But Youchen acted as if he didn't see it and walked forward without looking back.
Jiang Zhi gritted his teeth, cursing him in his heart.
Not far from the forest lies a prosperous small town.
Next to the stream, you can vaguely see women in cloth clothes diligently washing clothes.
The streets were bustling with people and the sounds of hawking were endless.
Wisps of white smoke from the chimneys of several houses floated into the air, and Jiang Zhi realized that Youchen had slipped away from him for several hours.
Perhaps because he was afraid of causing a riot, Youchen put away the collar and changed the red robe of the little fox demon into a plain dress, but it still couldn't hide her slim figure and the charm of a fox demon in her bones. Her waist-length black hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, and her small face was brightly made up, not like that of an ordinary person.
You Chen frowned unhappily, produced a wet handkerchief, and attacked Jiang Zhi roughly.
Smooth and ruthless.
Jiang Zhi's facial features were distorted, and the contact between her skin and the fabric caused a burning pain.
"I...I can do it myself!"
Jiang Zhi forcefully snatched the handkerchief and wiped the marks on his face.
You Chen raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything, with deep meaning in his eyes.
This little fox demon, why does it seem like she's both afraid of him and not afraid of him?
After wiping, the fair cheeks turned a little red, the facial features were delicate like a demon, and the lips were light pink, like a red plum that you are tempted to pick.
Plain cloth cannot hide her extraordinary temperament, and a simple wooden hairpin cannot hold back her long hair. A strand of hair hangs down to her collarbone, swirling in a curl.
Jiang Zhi lowered her head nervously. She was used to wearing neon-colored dresses, and the coarse cloth felt painful against her skin. She knew without even looking that it must have left red marks.
The furry ears twitched uncomfortably twice, and were slapped back by a big hand.
"Behave yourself."
His voice was low, deep and cold.
Jiang Zhi obediently agreed, but was too timid to look up.
Youchen's complexion gradually improved. He suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and controlled the little fox demon to walk into the town.
It happened to be the biweekly market day, and the roadside was filled with various stalls, the cries of vendors and the braying of horses and donkeys could be heard one after another.
As soon as Jiang Zhi entered the market, he was attracted by the prosperity here.
"My dear lady, you have an extraordinary appearance and temperament. Would you like to try our jade hairpin? It is transparent and will highlight your round and smooth figure."
An old lady stopped the two of them, chattering incessantly, her eyes vaguely examining the wooden hairpin on Jiang Zhi's head.
Obviously, the small wooden hairpin is not worthy of the beauty.
The jewelry box held by the old lady was filled with a dazzling array of ornaments, including gold thread, jade, and century-old nanmu, which dazzled Jiang Zhi's eyes.
Throughout history, there is no woman who doesn't like accessories.
Jiang Zhi was a little moved, but the little Taoist priest beside him stood with his hands behind his back, showing no intention of pleasing the beauty or helping her out.
The pale pink lips opened, the voice was soft and charming, with a hint of apology
"No, thank you."
"Oh, just buy one. It's only two taels of silver."
The old lady had a smooth smile that was unique to business people on her face. She took out a gold hairpin from her jewelry box and stuffed it into Jiang Zhi's arms, as if she was forcing him to buy something.
Jiang Zhi held her soft, white hands in front of her chest, but didn't dare to push hard. Her face was full of anxiety and helplessness.
Just as the old lady was about to touch Jiang Zhi's skin, a big hand came between them.
As if his private property had been desecrated by others, Youchen glanced at the old lady lightly, his eyes froze into ice, and a hint of murderous intent spread out.
The old lady was so frightened that her whole body was convulsing and her lips were trembling unconsciously. At that moment, she felt something cold against her throat, as if it would be pierced mercilessly in the next second.
Why does that Taoist priest have such a terrifying look...
No longer being entangled, Jiang Zhi subconsciously let out a breath, and when he looked up, he met Youchen's calm eyes.
"You dare to beg for mercy from others? I don't mind killing you myself."
There was no fluctuation in his voice, as if he was talking about what to eat tomorrow.
Jiang Zhi knew that he could do this.
Because his compassionate Buddha light had already been passed on to himself.
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