Chapter 449: The True Appearance of the Demon God (Added for "Did You Spend Money Today?")
Ye Xiaoman felt the ground became soft and unstable. As she was swaying from side to side and about to fall, Zhu Chuideng and Jing Zhui flew towards her at the same time, both reaching out their hands.
"No, come again."
Ye Xiaoman quickly squatted down with her head in her hands, trying to avoid them.
She felt a strong force on her arm, and she didn't know which man grabbed her first and lifted her up.
All that was left before Ye Xiaoman's eyes was a dazzling white light.
The white was completely swallowed up by the black mud, and the black water of wronged souls surrounded the Black Island.
After the black, patches of bright red color were like paint splashed over, like blocks of color freely applied on an oil painting board, blooming in clusters in the black. The withered red spider lilies absorbed the breath of the ghost master, came back to life, and spread for thousands of miles.
Honghua was like a ferocious beast, opening its bloody mouth and chasing after Ye Xiaoman.
The man holding Ye Xiaoman's arm was at ease. He used the surging spiritual energy to break through the flower curtain above his head. The petals were burned by the black mist, temporarily revealing the sky above. The man rushed out of the hole in the sea of flowers with Ye Xiaoman.
Ye Xiaoman only felt that her vision rotated 360 degrees, and her body couldn't help but spin like a top.
She stopped spinning only when someone held down her shoulders. She opened her eyes dizzily and looked at the person in front of her.
It’s Jing Zhui.
They stood on a black rock, surrounded by the rolling waves of the bloody sea.
Zhuchuideng, Heishuihonghua and Taotie beast all disappeared without a trace. Looking into the distance, there was only an endless sea of blood.
In front of Ye Xiaoman, Jing Zhui couldn't wait to untie the cloth bag he got from Zhu Chuideng. Even though the ghost mask covered his face, Ye Xiaoman could see that he was as happy as a child over a thousand years old.
He actually asked Jing Zhui to take back the head like this.
Ye Xiaoman wondered, she didn't know if there was a contractual restriction in the negotiations between the bosses that lying would result in death.
If it were her, she would definitely have secretly switched the items. These two people gave each other the real stuff.
Ye Xiaoman watched the brown cloth fall to the ground, and Jing Zhui held up his head - a person holding his own head, this scene was a bit weird.
She peeked out of the corner of her eye, trying to see what Master Jing Zhui looked like, but she found that the head was also wearing a mask, and she looked away in disappointment.
Jing Zhui held his head and shook it, checking left and right.
After Jing Zhui confirmed that Zhu Chuideng had not done anything to his head, Ye Xiaoman witnessed in horror that Jing Zhui twisted off his current head, threw it into the sea of blood, and then installed his original head on his neck.
After Jing Zhui installed his head, he looked at Ye Xiaoman arrogantly.
Ye Xiaoman's hair was blown into a mess by the wind during the high-speed escape, with a few petals on her head. She clapped her hands a few times perfunctorily and said unhappily:
"Congratulations, my lord! Congratulations, my lord! You were cut into eight pieces and buried in seven different places. Now we have your head, heart, and armor. We only need the remaining four pieces to restore you to your original form. Your resurrection is just around the corner."
Her tone was even, "I'm really happy."
Jing Zhui said, "Why are you so unhappy? Since you helped me recover the skull and avenged the loss of the Ghost Lord's treasure, I will spare your life. Your mission is accomplished."
He promised: "I will reward you with the Taotie beast."
Ye Xiaoman said sarcastically, "I don't even dare to dream about employee benefits. Just don't break my neck, old man."
Jing Zhui was puzzled: "Why would I break your neck?"
Ye Xiaoman exhaled a puff of cold air from her nostrils.
The subordinate's resentment was too obvious, and Jing Zhui could easily think that she was still angry and was willing to trade her life with Zhu Chuideng for him.
Jing Zhui has never coaxed anyone, nor does he know how to coax anyone. He just says whatever comes to his mind.
"What are you afraid of? Even if Zhu Chuideng didn't return my head, I wouldn't kill you."
"At worst, if we fail this time, you and I can retreat first and come back to trouble Zhu Chuideng later."
The demons have plenty of patience when it comes to doing bad things.
If it doesn't work this time, he will try next time. At most, Ye Xiaoman was greedy for men and did not do her job well, so he confiscated her reward.
Ye Xiaoman squinted at him, "Really? You didn't let up at all at that moment."
Jing Zhui said: "If I don't pretend, Zhu Chuideng will not be fooled. Besides, even if I kill you, Zhu Chuideng will definitely save you."
Ye Xiaoman: "Where do you get your confidence from?"
Jing Zhui was certain: "The way he looks at you is disgusting."
Ye Xiaoman's resentment as a worker was slightly reduced.
She looked at the vast sea of blood and said, "Zhu Chuideng will definitely come after us. Let's find a way to leave here quickly."
She thought of Jiaying and Yue Mushan, and wondered where they were now.
She was about to take out her magic weapon to contact them when she suddenly heard Jing Zhui say, "Wait a minute."
Ye Xiaoman looked over when she heard the sound and happened to see Jing Zhui raising his hand and untying the mask strap behind his head.
Time seemed to slow down, and Jing Zhui's movements turned into slow motion frame by frame.
Jing Zhui's silver hair danced wildly in the sea breeze like strands of bright moonlight.
The man was tall and muscular, his shirt blown by the wind against his full chest muscles. His hands were pale and gorgeous, holding the hideous ghost mask on his face. The luxurious green marrow bone ring on his little finger gleamed with a faint light, complementing his silver hair.
Ye Xiaoman saw the mask slowly moving down.
First, a pair of dark and sharp eyebrows appeared, followed by a pair of deep eyes, with a strong exotic feeling, high brow bones, deep eye sockets, and thick eyelashes.
The mask gradually lifted, revealing a tall and straight nose. The skeleton was not delicate at all, and the lines were clean and sharp, as cold and hard as if cut by a knife or an axe. It was very masculine, enough to support the exotic temperament of the eyebrows and eyes.
Finally, there is the mouth that looks very trustworthy, with the corners slightly raised. When looking at people, even if he is not smiling, there is a kind of bewitching feeling that is neither smiling nor laughing.
Jing Zhui also has a mole. Jiaying has a red mole under his eye, while Jing Zhui has a mole under his eyebrow, just below the end of his right eyebrow. This mole is very charming and neutralizes his overly cold and unruly facial features.
This is a very beautiful and oppressive face.
The naturally arrogant expression on his face was indeed that of a man who had almost become the overlord of the world.
Even though Ye Xiaoman had seen all the beauties in the world, she was still a little dazed.
Jing Zhui's armor spirit once boasted to Ye Xiaoman that it was because Jing Zhui was too handsome and did not feel oppressed among the demons, so he used a mask to cover his true appearance all year round.
Ye Xiaoman thought that the spirit of the weapon was exaggerating at the time, but now she sees that Jing Zhui is indeed very beautiful.
Zhu Chuideng took Jing Zhui's head for thousands of years and did not disfigure Jing Zhui. It was really a good deed.
It's so beautiful, I want to sleep.
She announced that this was exactly the item missing from her stamp collection.
Jing Zhui didn't care about the surprise in Ye Xiaoman's eyes. Every time he took off his mask, people around him would have the same expression, and he was no longer surprised.
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