Chapter 377 Letting Go
The red thread is like a spider web, spreading out from the greed of people's hearts and strangling its prey.
The more powerful Jiaying's counterattack, the tighter the spider web holds its prey.
He was slow to act, and Ye Xiaoman lost her patience.
She pretended to be kind and said, "Since you have forgotten everything in the past, I will help you remember it."
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Jiaying was shaking like he was dying. His brows were furrowed and he was shaking his head desperately. The black hair hanging in front of his chest was swaying like water waves.
"Woo."
He bit Ye Xiaoman's handkerchief, unable to scold or beg for mercy, and could only make choked sounds.
The corners of the eyes are stained bright red, and the teardrop mole under the eyes is as bright as blood.
The red color seemed to seep out from deep within his bones. His flesh and blood were roasted by the wildfire, and some things that could not be hidden, such as steaming water vapor, were forced to the surface of his skin and exposed to the world.
Jiaying was so ashamed and angry that he wanted to die and seemed like he would faint in the next second.
Ye Xiaoman caused a great disturbance in Guizhu and dealt with three bandit leaders one after another. The bandit village is now in chaos.
On the dirt road outside the green gauze tent, countless people were running around. Some were hesitating whether to stay and join Ye Xiaoman, while others were starting to pack up and run away.
Groups of Scorpios stood on the road discussing.
"The Third Master's death was so tragic. I always feel like we'll be next."
"But where can we run to? Everyone here knows that we have been showing off our power and prestige with the bosses for many years. People outside must have remembered our faces. We will definitely be hunted down if we go out."
"According to this analysis, it turns out that it is safer inside the village."
"Why don't we find a corner on the island to hide."
"That's right, first see what kind of person the Qing leader is before making any plans."
Having said that, there is always someone very smart who would use this green tent as a hiding place to avoid the limelight.
Jiaying heard voices and saw figures through the gaps between the leaves, and his ugliness was exposed.
There was a strange feeling in his heart. He wanted to die immediately, but he also felt a strange touch. Facing Ye Xiaoman's teasing, he didn't seem to be overly disgusted.
It seems that he should be so free, and he can be at ease no matter what people say.
Jiaying closed his eyes in forbearance.
The more Ye Xiaoman looked at his expression of enduring humiliation, the more fascinated she became.
No matter how many times Ye Xiaoman looked at Jiaying, her impression of him was always like the snow on the mountains. It looked cold, and it was even colder to the bone when she held it in her hands.
Her temperament is too aloof and her eyes are too cold.
The solemn and sacred awe-inspiring presence made Ye Xiaoman feel like a rat crossing the street. If he had not taken the initiative, she would never have dared to attack him.
She watched with her own eyes as he began to restrain himself and resisted desperately, the two souls were pulling each other, and finally they compromised.
She took it upon herself to push him down from the high altar.
She kept comparing him, who was now being bullied into a desperate situation by her, with the glorious image of the Son of God who had sat on the lotus platform and chanted mantras to suppress hundreds of thousands of evil spirits not long ago. She felt so proud that she wanted to sing loudly.
"What kind of idiotic saint is this? Didn't he end up crawling at my feet?"
The pouring rain in Jiaying's eyes finally drowned his soul.
Ye Xiaoman looked at the incense sticks on the ground. The fire had long been extinguished, leaving only ashes.
She first clapped vigorously, then shook her head regretfully, "It's a pity that you didn't pass the test."
She lit another stick of incense and offered tolerantly, "I'll give you one last chance, try again."
Jiaying looked like he was dead, with his head hanging down, and his messy long hair scattered in front of his eyes obscured his expression.
Ye Xiaoman jumped down from the tiger-skin chair and, like a mountain king who bullied men and women, strode in front of Jiaying with an unprecedented arrogance.
She pinched Jiaying's chin and lifted him up without any mercy. Seeing that Jiaying was in a trance, his upturned eyes were finally allowed to express his charm to the fullest. They were only opened a slit, and there was no light in the slit.
It seemed as if his noble and arrogant bones were ruthlessly broken in half.
"Oh my, you've become so disheveled, it really looks terrible. Damn it, I'll help you straighten yourself up right away."
Ye Xiaoman raised her hand to straighten Jiaying's long hair, without holding back. The more pitiful some people looked, the more evil they aroused, and they always wanted to tear them apart for fun.
Ye Xiaoman clearly saw disgust in Jiaying's eyes, disgust towards himself, and his brokenness attracted her.
His sense of brokenness is like the shattering of flawless glass, the snow slipping through fingers, the deep affection that only happens once in a lifetime. The more it cannot be retained, the more the evil heart of the person wants to keep it.
She pulled out her handkerchief and grabbed his shoulder with one hand, wanting to get closer, closer, to keep his appearance at this moment in her heart.
Jiaying shook his shoulders. Ye Xiaoman was going crazy, and his resistance was undoubtedly a provocation that added fuel to the fire.
She pulled Jiaying's long hair that was draped over his chest, pulled him forcefully in front of her, and kissed him fiercely.
Lips pressed against lips, sinking softly.
No matter how ruthless a person is, their lips are always soft.
She saw Jiaying's eyes widened at such close proximity, and she sneered. Regardless of Jiaying's reaction and the weak plea in his eyes, she arrogantly pried open Jiaying's lips.
While she was committing the crime of a lecher, she kept her lips close to his and spoke to him in a wild and abusive manner.
"Hahahaha, you can't run away now."
"I have recorded all your ugly behavior. I have the upper hand over you. If you disobey me, you will bear the consequences."
"You don't have to hide, your mouth was born to be kissed by me~"
She did her best to make the classic villain laugh: "Hehehe~"
Jiaying didn't know whether he was caught off guard and couldn't react to the blow, or whether it was because things had come to this point that he knew he couldn't wake Ye Xiaoman up and gave up any further action.
He looked back at her quietly.
His calmness seemed to be some kind of sedative, injected into Ye Xiaoman's already crazy mind. Ye Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, and the villain's laughter stopped.
If Jiaying continued to panic, it would only encourage her arrogance. His giving up and not cooperating with her performance would make her feel helpless for a while.
Malice feeds on fear. Without the soil, malice has no place to take root and can only dissipate.
Jiaying exudes the pure and distant scent of sandalwood in an ancient temple with green lamps, like green pine and bamboo leaves. It feels pure at first, but the more you savor it, the more complex the layers become. After a recent rain in the empty mountains, moisture pours into the ancient alleys, and reeds linger. Someone shoulders the eternal loneliness...
She looked at him, and for a moment, her heart and soul were bewitched by him.
"hiss……"
Ye Xiaoman suddenly felt a sharp pain.
Jiaying bit her.
Ye Xiaoman's nose wrinkled immediately, and she touched her lips to her fingertips, noticing a slight redness.
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