Zhu Rong wore a floral dress with a brown coat on the outside. Her outfit was simple and fashionable, with a bit of the dignity and elegance of a mature woman.

"Hey, isn't this Chi Yue'an's ex-wife? Are you here to avenge your ex-husband, or do you want to thank our Yuanshi for enforcing justice and clearing the mess for you?"

Perhaps it was the woman's burning and greedy gaze that irritated Guan Ya, and the old driver smiled with a thorny tone in her words.

Zhu Rong reluctantly looked away and looked at Guan Ya, saying calmly:

"Who are you"

Zhang Yuanqing quickly said, "She is my girlfriend."

He then put his arms around Guan Ya's slender waist.

Guan Ya's body stiffened slightly, and she took his hand away calmly, snorting, like a girlfriend who was unhappy about her partner being approached by the opposite sex.

Girlfriend... Zhu Rong looked at Guan Ya's delicate and beautiful oval face and her heart moved.

She has two major hobbies, one is to keep a lover, the other is to hook up with married men, and then whip and torture the men in front of his wife, making her watch her beloved husband become her own bootlicker.

The fallen husband, the inconsolable wife, the beautiful love was polluted and destroyed. But Zhu Rong could get great pleasure from it.

This woman is so beautiful. I wonder what her expression would be when she sees Yuanshi Tianzun kneeling humbly at another woman's feet, or working hard to cultivate another woman.

It is a pleasure to destroy the love of such a beautiful woman.

Zhu Rong smiled and said softly: "I am very sorry about Chi Yuean. Although he and I have divorced a long time ago, the Zhu family did support him behind the scenes. But I didn't expect that he would do such a thing for his own selfish desires.

Hey, Zhang Yuanqing was a little surprised that this woman could speak human language. He thought Zhu Rong came here to call him to task.

He looked at Zhu Rong for a few seconds, not at all lingering on the young woman's beauty. He looked towards the ring and said calmly:

"so"

No, as soon as I see her I think of the audio of the Demon Lord's **... Zhang Yuanqing complained in his heart.

It’s like if you see a teacher from an island country in real life one day, you will definitely think of the image of her kneeling or lying on her stomach, with her knees pressing on her shoulders.

Zhu Rong raised her eyebrows. Her words just now contained the power of a musician. No man could refuse her.

Unexpectedly, Yuanshi Tianzun was unmoved.

Taking a deep breath, Zhu Rong said with a gentle expression and a hint of coquettishness in her tone.

"To express my apology, I would like to treat you to a meal and let the matter of Chi Yuean go."

Hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing's face turned cold: "He instigated Chi Yue'an to break the law, imprisoned innocent women, and forced them to sell silver. You want to cover it up with just one meal?"

It's completely useless. My charm is completely useless... Zhu Rong's expression froze slightly. She silently put away her musician skills and said calmly:

"You need to understand two things. First, Tongque Tower has existed for ten years, and ten years ago, I had not yet married Chiyuean. Second, what Chiyuean did has nothing to do with me.

"Since you don't give me face, then forget it."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Zhang Yuanqing watched her back as she left. She had a slender waist and plump buttocks under her long skirt. She walked very seductively.

With such a voluptuous and beautiful figure and charming face, it is no wonder that the Demon Lord was reluctant to kill her.

"What on earth does she want to do?" Zhang Yuanqing asked the old driver beside him.

The scout's sharp eyes should be able to see something.

Guan Ya said unhappily, "She wants to sleep with you."

Zhang Yuanqing said unhappily, "I'm going to talk to you about serious matters. Stop driving all the time."

Guan Ya raised her eyebrows and sneered, "I'm telling the truth. This woman has a strong desire to conquer and seduce you. Believe it or not, if you go to her and do nothing, she will climb up and move on her own."

"There is such a good thing." Zhang Yuanqing was surprised and happy.

Guan Ya laughed and said:

"You know it's a good thing, but you still refuse. What method did you use just now to resist the charm of the musician?"

Zhang Yuanqing was stunned for a moment, then his face suddenly turned pale and he felt hopeless.

"What's wrong?" Guan Ya was puzzled.

"No, nothing..." This topic was too heavy, Zhang Yuanqing didn't want to talk about it anymore, so he changed the subject:

"No one has ever imitated Fu Qingyang and mastered rule-based props."

Guan Ya gave a positive answer:

"Of course there are. The Fu family and their White Tiger soldiers once set off a craze for mastering insight. Many members of the Fu family even began to practice slashing every day. But no one succeeded. Over the years, only the Crossing River Soldier has become proficient in the field of insight and is known as Little Qingyang."

After a pause, Guan Ya said:

"My guess is that when insight is practiced to the extreme, all possible responses of the opponent will be seen by Fu Qingyang. At this time, he will end these responses in some way, and the inevitable rules will be generated."

"Is your speculation accurate?" Zhang Yuanqing expressed doubt.

"Fu Qingyang also said so." Guan Ya snorted.

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly had a deeper understanding of Fu Qingyang's evaluation.

Guan Ya is indeed a piece of trash. She has great talent but she is just a nobody.

..·

After Zhu Rong left, she did not continue watching the game and went straight back to reality.

She stood up from the chaise longue, took off her coat, walked to the bookshelf, and gently pressed the mechanism disguised as a light switch.

There is a slide rail at the bottom of the bookshelf. After pressing the switch, it slides silently to one side.

Behind the bookshelf is a dark room, illuminated only by two crystal lotus lamps, and the light is dim.

In the dark room, there was a table covered with yellow silk. On the table, there were two red candles in the candlestick. Under the candlestick, there was a copper basin filled with glutinous rice, copper coins strung together with red thread, a yellow paper talisman painted with cinnabar, a porcelain bowl filled with an unknown substance, as well as incense, a copper bell, an octagonal mirror, and three ruby-like transparent leaves...

There is also a palm-sized puppet.

This puppet has no facial features and is the crudest human form.

Zhu Rong walked to the table covered with yellow silk and stared blankly at it. The name of this table was "Evil Law Table". Yes, it was a prop.

The props left for her by the Demon Lord.

All the items on the table are part of the props.

Zhu Rong raised her hand and gently stroked the edge of the table. The voice of the man seemed to echo in her ears again.

"One month is up, Miss Zhu, and I am very satisfied with you. As agreed, you can leave. Oh, by the way, before you leave, I will give you a prop."

"It's called the 'Evil Table', a sorcerer's tool, of saint quality, with the ability to curse and reduce blessings. As the saying goes, one night of marriage brings a hundred days of grace. In this month, we have been husband and wife every day. This tool is a souvenir for you."

"Also, when I have some free time in the future, I will come to the Zhu family to find you."

That separation was the last one between Zhu Rong and the Demon Lord.

Later, just last month, Zhu Rong heard that the Demon Lord had died.

"Demon Lord, you died too early. How could you die so easily? You should have been killed by me personally..." Zhu Rong murmured to himself, with sadness and joy, hatred and resentment in his eyes.

.

A guy who doesn't keep his word.

Zhu Rong took a deep breath, and a sick smile appeared on her pretty face.

"But it doesn't matter. I've found a replacement for you. I'll treat him like you did to me in the past. I'll make him suffer, make him indulge in carnal desires, make him lose his dignity, and make him never forget me..."

She picked up a leaf, threw it into the brass medicine jar, picked up the pestle with her delicate hands, and crushed it gently.

Then, she picked up a small porcelain bowl, poured the black liquid in the bowl into the medicine jar, and continued to crush and stir it.

After the black powder and leaf fragments were fully mixed, she spread out the yellow paper talisman, picked up a fine brush, dipped it in the "ink" in the medicine jar, and wrote four words:

Yuanshi Tianzun put down the hairpin, and Zhu Rong pasted the yellow paper talisman on the puppet. After a while, the puppet's face grew facial features, and it was Zhang Yuanqing's appearance.

Zhu Rong picked up the copper coin sword beside her and gently pressed it on the puppet.

The blessing reduction is completed.

From today on, Yuanshi Tianzun will be plagued by bad luck, so unlucky that even drinking cold water will get his teeth stuck. Three days later, his blessings will run out and he will die in an accident.

As long as you haven't reached the Saint realm, you will definitely not be spared.

Moreover, the reduction of blessings does not inflict direct damage; it is silent and unnoticeable.

The victim would only wonder why his luck suddenly turned bad. But Zhu Rong didn't intend to let the boy die. Instead, she let him suffer for two days and then threatened him.

She originally wanted to seduce first and then coerce him, so she deliberately invited Yuanshi Tianzun to dinner just now, but unexpectedly, the boy ignored her charm.

Then there is nothing to say, just use magic to make him surrender, and then defile him.

......

The scene before his eyes went from blurry to clear, and Zhang Yuanqing returned to reality and appeared in the bedroom.

The time is 11:30 noon.

He opened the bedroom door and a strong aroma of food filled his nose.

At the dining table were my aunt, who was wearing cartoon pajamas, and my grandparents.

When his grandmother saw him coming out, she scolded him:

“Why do you always lock the door these days? Believe it or not, I will take down the lock of your room.

"Grandma, I need some private space..."

Jiang Yuer laughed when she heard this, "Mom, go check his trash can."

As soon as he finished speaking, his grandmother scalped his head and said angrily:

"You are a grown-up girl, but you say things that are unbearable to the ears all day long."

Jiang Yu'er covered his head, wrinkled his nose at his mother, turned his head and said to his nephew who was coming over:

"Yuanzi, I'll take you shopping later." Jiang Yu'er took a day off today, and the desire to shop that had been suppressed for a week was about to overflow. She decided to make a fortune from her wealthy nephew today.

"No, I have something to do this afternoon."

Zhang Yuanqing refused coldly and ruthlessly. He found Mr. Bill at the Colosseum and made an appointment to meet in the afternoon to discuss a deal.

He only said that he was selling a prop, but did not say what it was, for fear that Mr. Bill would refuse on the spot.

He no longer thought Zhu Rong was pretty, which was a very bad sign. "Go ahead, go ahead." The aunt twisted her waist a few times and said coquettishly.

“No”

Zhang Yuanqing was cold and ruthless again. He had just finished speaking and was walking towards the dining table when his feet suddenly slipped. He fell forward, his knees slammed on the floor, and he knelt in front of his aunt.

Jiang Yu'er widened her beautiful eyes and said in disbelief:

"If you don't want to go, then don't go. There's no need to kneel down and admit your mistake."

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p.s. I will update the typos first and then correct them. Sleep, sleep