Chapter 352: Indirect Blaming
Yue Mushan uses his superb ventriloquism skills to switch roles between Ye Xiaoman and his original voice at will.
He imagined Ye Xiaoman talking beside him, her warm breath falling on the thin skin of his neck, echoing with the blood rushing under his skin.
She stared at him.
He liked being looked at by her.
There was so much time in her life, and most of it did not belong to him.
She was so busy, watching others and everything in the world. Only when they were alone did she look at him intently. Only when she was watching him did her time belong to him, and she truly belonged to him.
Love is the possessiveness of your lover's gaze.
Yue Mushan imagined Ye Xiaoman's gaze from top to bottom, repeating what she had said to him.
"Amu, the human pupil is a mirror. Look at my eyes. Pfft, the expression on your face right now..."
"I like Amu."
He regained his voice.
"elder sister."
"I like my sister the most."
…
The young man was in a daze, and he looked inward at his bloodline. In the darkness, there was a snow-white sacred demon god, trapped in a huge magic circle, and his beast form was bound by bright red bloodline forbidden spells.
The demon god was awakened by the heat of blood and discovered the reality that he was confined in a narrow space. He woke up from his dream and angrily sought freedom. He let out a deep and long roar from his throat, hitting the invisible magic barrier around him.
He tensed his muscles and charged forward like an enraged bull with red eyes in the Colosseum, each time hitting the magic circle firmly and being bounced back violently.
This was the first time that Yue Mushan looked inside the boundaries of his bloodline and witnessed the demon god reviving in his bloodline. He was used to the life of a rich and idle person, and for the first time he was inspired.
It turns out that the inner drive to pursue something can prompt a person to be reborn.
The demon god failed to break through the magic circle this time.
Yue Mushan felt that one day, his bloodline would awaken.
Yue Mushan: "Sister, when I become strong, I will be able to protect you."
Ye Xiaoman's voice: "It's okay, Amu. I like you just because I like you. It has nothing to do with who you are."
Yue Mushan: "You are so nice to me."
Ye Xiaoman's voice: "Silly Amu, if I'm not nice to you, who else can I be nice to?"
Yue Mushan: "Sister is so nice."
"I have another question for my sister."
Ye Xiaoman's voice: "Just say it."
Yue Mushan: "Would my sister like an older man?"
Ye Xiaoman's voice: "Haha, how is that possible? Young people don't know the benefits of youth, so they treat their uncles as treasures... Why do you ask this?"
Yue Mushan: "You are so outstanding. I always feel that many people want to snatch you away from me."
Crackling.
Bang, bang, bang.
"Shut up."
Suddenly, in the quiet space, there was a noise of knocking on the wall and a man's slightly angry warning.
It seemed that someone in the next room had been listening all the way and was annoyed, so he couldn't help but pick up a pillow and knock on the wall to remind them. However, he found that the pillow could not make a loud warning sound, so he directly removed the bedpost and knocked on the wall.
Yue Mushan slowly regained consciousness and remembered that his home was not an uninhabited area. Ye Xiaoman's boss, the mysterious masked man, lived next door.
After Yue Mushan moved in, he almost never met him and forgot his existence.
Yue Mushan slowly sat up from the quilt.
He found that some of his disgraceful words were heard by irrelevant people. His face turned red and he pressed his palm in embarrassment.
But Ye Xiaoman said, as long as there is no embarrassment, it is others who are embarrassed.
His response to the masked man was to imitate Ye Xiaoman's voice and say, "Amu, ignore him. Let's continue."
Bang!
There was another crash behind the wall, with a stronger warning.
Yue Mushan put his hands into the basin beside the bed, washed them carefully, wiped them with a cloth, and then fell straight down holding the quilt.
His interest was interrupted and he didn't continue acting.
He rested for a while, feeling weak all over, waiting for the dizziness to pass, then slowly got up, changed his dirty clothes, and washed the dirty sheets.
When Yue Mushan went to hang out the clothes, he ran into Jing Zhui on the balcony.
Jing Zhui woke up on the balcony.
According to Jing Zhui's sleeping habits, he should have woken up at night, but he was woken up by Yue Mushan. He got up in a bad mood and stared at the scenery in front of him in a daze.
The balcony is shared by three rooms. Yue Mushan set up two bamboo poles and used it as a clothes drying area.
Jing Zhui heard Yue Mushan's movement and looked over. He saw a strong wind blowing and a piece of flying green silk cotton. It was Ye Xiaoman's skirt.
On the bamboo poles, the indigo and light green clothes were hung to dry, interlaced with each other, and a handsome young man was faintly visible among the fabrics.
When Jing Zhui turned around, he happened to meet the eyes of the young man who disturbed his sweet dream.
Yue Mushan looked guiltless as he hung a pair of freshly washed trousers on a bamboo pole.
Jing Zhui silently stared at the snow-white trousers a few more times. Yue Mushan shook out a wet sheet, and a few drops of cool water splashed on Jing Zhui's fingers.
Yue Mushan did not stop shaking the sheets. Jing Zhui, who was standing by, was accidentally injured by the flying water droplets.
Jing Zhui, as Ye Xiaoman described him, was rather naive in matters other than his career. He did not think that Yue Mushan was deliberately targeting him. Yue Mushan's hostility had clearly become materialized, but he just vaguely felt unhappy.
He withdrew his gaze and continued to stare blankly at the artificial sunlight.
"So what if you're stronger than me? With your ridiculous pride, can you be as humble as me?"
Yue Mushan suddenly spoke.
Jing Zhui raised the end of his eyebrows slightly under the mask, and turned his face to Yue Mushan again.
Yue Mushan continued to hang clothes, his eyes looking forward, with the communication magic weapon floating beside his face, and he didn't look like he was talking to him.
Yue Mushan felt Jing Zhui's gaze fall on the side of his face, and he added a sentence calmly to the communication magic weapon.
"Yun Hu, just convey these few words I said to that old man and make him completely give up thinking about Sister Jiang."
"When a strong person seeks out another strong person, it will only become a competition for control. A strong alliance cannot provide emotional value to either party, and a political marriage is doomed to fail."
"Women are just temporarily curious about older men and will eventually find a younger and more sensible man to live with."
Jing Zhui was speechless for a long time. He seemed to be regarded as a competitor by Ye Xiaoman's men. The little demon cultivator dared to drag him down to the same level as them.
The fox demon was mining when he suddenly received a call from Yue Mushan, who spoke a lot without any context. He was puzzled: "What do you mean?"
Yue Mushan immediately cut off the communication.
Jing Zhui raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The dirty clothes in his room flew out by themselves and landed at Yue Mushan's feet. "Wash them."
After saying that, he went out to do his business without looking back.
Yue Mushan: "..."
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