Chapter 126 Rain, Sugar and Her
Ye Xiaoman put the counterfeit into the Qiankun bag, then took out the genuine armor, looked through the mirror, and reluctantly held the heavy treasure in both hands and handed it to her superior.
It doesn’t matter. There is no reason for her to give away the treasure she has grabbed. Now she is just temporarily handing it over to her superior for safekeeping. She will definitely find a way to get it back in the future.
Even through the mirror, he could feel that he was very happy to be online. He slowly stroked the texture on the surface of the armor, each stroke containing complex emotions. He didn't speak for a while, as if immersed in the iron cavalry and golden swords of the past.
The spirit of the weapon was crying with joy beside him. It looked like a scene of master and servant recognizing each other.
Shangxian finally put away the armor, "You got the nameless sword?"
Ye Xiaoman covered her sleeves cautiously. "I earned this through hard work. Do you think it's going to be confiscated too?"
"Very good." Shangxian just gave a brief compliment and immediately disappeared from the other side of the mirror, as if he couldn't wait to go back and get along well with his armor.
Jiaying sat by the window, watching the drizzle in the quiet night.
In the lantern light, the raindrops took on clear outlines, but human emotions, no matter how hard you try, could not be shaped.
The next room was silent. She didn't know who the person was whispering to. It must be something so private that it had to be covered tightly with an anti-spying magic circle to prevent him from eavesdropping.
When the skin was smoothed, he could feel that she liked him a little; at this time, he felt that she was like the wind blowing through the rain, and he could not catch her.
How sincere is her constant claim of liking him?
He'd better not be too proactive.
If a man is too proactive in giving his body, he will appear cheap. It is better for him to be more reserved in the future.
The green banana trees were reflected on the window screen, and Jiaying was curled up like a ball of bleak green mist.
No one cares about his sorrows and joys.
She never coaxed him once.
Jiaying's emotions rose, and the green mist turned into the poisonous gas of resentment in the swamp, burning his lungs.
He stood up and wanted to close the window and retreat into the darkness.
Crash.
It's windy.
The cool night breeze, carrying the fragrance of orchids and the body fragrance of a young girl, blew towards me along with the raindrops.
Hit Jiaying on one side.
He blinked and came face to face with Ye Xiaoman.
Her feet were hooked on the bamboo pole used to dry clothes under the eaves, and she suddenly turned upside down and hung mischievously.
In her hand she held a bunch of love flowers, their colors as bright as the fresh blood pumped by the heart, and the gorgeous petals, coiled like layers of thin silk, were also in the shape of a heart.
In the divine realm, the flower language of this kind of words is: romance and everlasting love.
"Young Master, why do you look unhappy?"
Her face lit up with a huge smile and she held the large bouquet toward him.
Jiaying wanted to keep a straight face, but was affected by her cheerfulness and a smile appeared on his lips. He hugged the bouquet tightly in his arms.
The green poisonous gas was blown away, and flowers bloomed in the desolate swamp of the heart.
As long as she coaxed him a little, he would not be able to be angry with her at all.
Her hair was disheveled, having just gotten out of bed and not taken care of, and her upside-down position made her look like a childish lover.
Jiaying said, his voice incredibly gentle, "It's dangerous, come down."
"Understood!"
Ye Xiaoman answered loudly, swung her soft waist back, and did a 360-degree somersault in mid-air before landing on the ground.
It was dark and slippery, and she lost her balance when she landed. She screamed "Ouch" in surprise, her arms flailing in front of her, and she slipped backwards.
"Be careful!" Jiaying reminded nervously, and made a teleportation gesture. He flashed in front of her, grabbed her arm and held her steady.
Ye Xiaoman laughed heartily and took his hands in hers. "I tricked you out of the house."
Only then did Jiaying realize that he had been deceived by her, but after she made such a fuss, he felt relieved.
"Come on, don't you like shopping? I'll take you to the night market."
Jiaying: "Your body?"
Ye Xiaoman put her hands on her hips and said, "I'm young, it will be fine after a rest."
Jiaying: "Wait a moment."
He walked back, found a ceramic vase to store the bouquet in his arms, picked out a flower, held it in his hand lovingly, and took it out.
Ye Xiaoman leaned on the window and watched his movements. She had picked up the flowers at the scene of Ji Weiming's proposal. They looked very expensive. She felt sorry for herself if she didn't take some away. Unexpectedly, Jiaying seemed to like them very much.
Ye Xiaoman took Jiaying for a stroll in the fairy ruins at night.
There is a ghost market tonight, and the night is as lively as the day.
A ghost gathering is where monks gather at night to secretly conduct illegal transactions and sell materials of unknown origin. Generally, several large auctions are held.
Xiao Chujing and his men fought and burned down several streets. Xianxu looked like a place in ruins, so the auction was arranged to be held in the east where the buildings were intact.
Ye Xiaoman was afraid of meeting acquaintances, so she and Jiaying watched the fun from outside.
As usual, there were some mobile vendors selling storytelling and candied haws. Jiaying knew that Ye Xiaoman didn't like to spend money, so he didn't mention asking for candy again.
They just looked at the lanterns, watched target practice, and listened to people talking about local slang to each other, and enjoyed themselves.
Ye Xiaoman didn't understand why Jiaying liked shopping so much.
She had lived in the slums since she was a child, and was used to seeing these ruffians drinking and quarreling, and their property being stolen if they were not careful. She was tired of the noise of the crowds.
But since Jiaying liked it, she patiently accompanied him shopping.
He can watch it all night if he wants, it doesn't cost any money anyway.
The beauty doesn't mind that she is poor and stingy, she just wants some emotional value. Can't she afford it?
In the middle of the night, the rain got heavier and poured down in torrents.
The vendors pushed their carts, closed their businesses and went home.
Jiaying held up a paper umbrella to cover his and Ye Xiaoman's heads.
A few people without umbrellas ran by in a hurry and bumped into his shoulders, knocking their umbrellas away.
Jiaying used his sleeve to block Ye Xiaoman's head and tried to pick up the umbrella. The umbrella fell into a puddle and had been stepped on and broken. Only then did he remember to use a trick to avoid the rain.
The spell on the fingertips had not yet taken shape when it was suddenly broken by Ye Xiaoman.
Her whole body was half wet from the rain, her bangs and long hair stuck to her face, like a small animal with wet fur. Her clothes had collapsed and stuck tightly to her body, and she looked much thinner than usual.
"Those guys just bumped into you on purpose." Ye Xiaoman pointed at a few monks in front of her. They were huddled under the eaves to avoid the rain, grinning and winking at them.
Jiaying wiped the incessant rain from her face, puzzled by the source of Ye Xiaoman's accusations. "Why would they do something so detrimental to others and themselves?"
"So you, young master, don't understand the sufferings of the world," Ye Xiaoman said. "People's malice towards each other sometimes comes out of nowhere. Look at you and Niu walking in the rain. They don't have any of that. But I'm also a socialite, so they can't hide it from me."
"Let's get revenge."
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