Chapter 334 A Flying Hand
Ye Xiaoman was so angry that she pushed Yue Mushan away and pressed him against a tree nearby.
He tore open the two layers of Yue Mushan's clothes and loosely untied half of his belt.
The fabric hung loosely, revealing the graceful mermaid line.
Yue Mushan's chest rose and fell rapidly. He did not resist at all and let her do whatever she wanted.
In order to cooperate with her in taking off his clothes, he would even lower his shoulders and turn sideways silently. His face was pure and beautiful, and his behavior was true to himself.
The atmosphere became increasingly oblivious.
The two faces are getting closer...
It seemed that their lips were about to touch again.
There seemed to be a breeze blowing in the air.
The two people were immersed in it and did not realize that anything was wrong.
A pale and gorgeous hand suddenly appeared out of nowhere and stretched out between Ye Xiaoman and Yue Mushan without any warning.
Ye Xiaoman only felt a flash before her eyes, and the next second her lips were pressed against the back of the hand, kissing it fiercely.
The touch was cold, and the owner of the hand seemed to have lost all vital signs and had no temperature at all.
Her eyes widened.
As his eyes moved, he first noticed an elegant green marrow bone ring worn on a little finger that was so white it was almost transparent.
The identity of the visitor is self-evident.
Ye Xiaoman screamed "Ah", moved her lips away from the back of her hand, turned her face to the side, and spat out saliva.
Yue Mushan was luckier than Ye Xiaoman. He stopped in time and didn't get kissed.
He felt like he had been hit by a bolt of lightning. The intoxication of passion mostly disappeared, and he looked at the person who came with caution.
Jing Zhui stood beside them like an uninvited troublemaker, with his hand stuck between Yue Mushan and Ye Xiaoman, which was extremely detrimental to the mood.
Ye Xiaoman finally wiped her lips with her hand. Jing Zhui had been dead for thousands of years and no one knew if there were any bacteria on his skin. She was afraid that he might be poisoned.
Oh, that’s not right. Jing Zhui’s body has not been retrieved yet. What is in front of me is a puppet, not a corpse.
Ye Xiaoman curiously put her nose close to Jing Zhui's palm, and the dry skin had a light bitter fragrance of elixir.
I don't know what material the shell is made of.
Now is not the time to study this, Ye Xiaoman and Yue Mushan exchanged glances.
The boy and girl were forced to separate, their breath was gone, their ears flushed, but under Jing Zhui's eyes, they were still staring at each other reluctantly, their eyes lingering.
Ye Xiaoman asked Jing Zhui with a bitter face: "What are you doing here?"
Jing Zhui took in the entire scene of Ye Xiaoman and Yue Mushan's passionate love affair. He was wearing a mask, making it impossible to understand his emotions. He replied in a flat tone, "Let's talk about work."
Ye Xiaoman looked up at the sky, which was almost dawn. The cattle and horses also had time to rest. She silently hinted: "Boss, I've taken off my pants."
Jing Zhui said calmly, "Put it back on."
Ye Xiaoman: "...Oh."
What's the difference between what his father did and the capitalists kicking open the door of a hotel and dragging the workers out of the warm embrace of their lovers to work overtime!
The duck that was about to be eaten flew away. I was so angry!
Ye Xiaoman was angry but dared not say anything. She turned around and told Yue Mushan helplessly, "Amu, put on your pants first."
Yue Mushan's tender white fingers tugged at the waistband of his pants in humiliation. He also recognized the man who was disrupting the situation. He was the masked man who behaved intimately with Ye Xiaoman in Huanxi Villa.
He reluctantly called out, "Sister!"
Ye Xiaoman waved her hands sadly, "Go outside and keep watch for me. If anyone passes by, come and tell me."
Yue Mushan never disobeyed Ye Xiaoman. Since she had spoken, he had no choice but to straighten his messy clothes, looked at Jing Zhui with hatred, picked up the wisteria branches woven into a soft curtain, turned around and walked out.
After Yue Mushan's back disappeared, Ye Xiaoman's silence intensified, but she could only timidly pull the vines at hand to vent her anger, and the respect in her words dropped by 10%.
"Why do you have to talk to me in person about this? Didn't we always communicate online through the mirror before?"
Jing Zhui's gaze fell on Ye Xiaoman's rosy lips, in the middle of which there was a small wound.
"I moved here."
A small light popped out from between his fingers, flew into Ye Xiaoman's forehead, and synchronized his new address to her.
He stayed at an inn near her mine.
"Move out and live with me."
Jing Zhui's fingertips lightly touched Ye Xiaoman's lips, and the small wound healed instantly.
"I will teach you how to resist ghost energy."
"The world isn't destroyed? There's no plan to murder the Ghost Lord tonight?" Ye Xiaoman was confused. "You rushed over to find me just to tell me you were near me?"
Jing Zhui took it for granted: "Yes."
"No," Ye Xiaoman held her head and wanted to bang it against the wall, unable to keep up with Jing Zhui's train of thought, "This is clearly something we can discuss online!"
Jing Zhui said, "I live less than a hundred steps away from here."
He was puzzled. He hadn't seen his capable subordinate for a long time. He sensed that she was nearby and condescended to come and see her in person, but why didn't she show any gratitude at all?
How many puppets wanted to see the miracle and offer sacrifices to him for hundreds of years but were unable to do so.
Ye Xiaoman collapsed: "Do you want to see me so much?"
After she complained loudly, it was as if she had revealed a secret that the person involved was not aware of, and there was a moment of silence between the two of them.
Jing asked, "Are you angry that I interrupted your relationship with a man?"
Ye Xiaoman: "...Can you demons speak more politely?"
Ye Xiaoman: "Since you ask, it does seem a little bit like that."
Ye Xiaoman: "Do you know how long I coaxed him before he took the bait?"
Jing Zhui pointed out that she was slacking off: "You are obsessed with men and neglecting your duties."
Ye Xiaoman pointed at her finger guiltily: "I have passed the civil service exam, and my undercover work is going smoothly. As long as I work hard in my current position for thousands of years, I will definitely be able to meet the Ghost King here."
Jing Zhui was as ruthless as ever, sizing her up coldly. "Men, just have fun. Don't let it ruin your business."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Ye Xiaoman looked at Jing Zhui's back and felt that the big boss was a little angry and embarrassed after she exposed his intention to see her.
Yue Mushan was watching outside.
He felt very aggrieved and wanted to go back to listen to what Ye Xiaoman and Jing Zhui were talking about.
There was something he couldn't be present to hear.
He didn't like the feeling of being excluded from Ye Xiaoman's world.
Especially the look in Jing Zhui's eyes when he looked at him. When Ye Xiaoman asked him to leave, Yue Mushan read contempt in the glance Jing Zhui gave him.
A wild man who came from nowhere had a secret meeting with a woman in a simple little garden, using the sky as a blanket and the ground as a mat. The woman was even reluctant to pay for a room in the inn next door.
Forget about it after you’re done playing, and don’t even think about the chance of carrying it inside.
It also seemed like the doctor looked down on the concubine, and he came to the wife's room in the middle of the night, lifted the quilt, and said nothing. Then the wife automatically dismissed the outsiders, and did not even give the concubine time to put on her clothes decently, and went to discuss things with the doctor.
Yue Mushan was confused as he was guessing about the relationship between Jing Zhui and Ye Xiaoman.
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