Chapter 459: The Art of Warming Up
Ye Xiaoman first heard Jing Zhui suspect that she was his wife, and rubbed the goose bumps on her arms violently.
So disgusting, don't bind yourself to me right away.
It's not necessary at all. Our Aquaman doesn't deserve this.
It's just a crappy mission and you have to pretend to be a wife. Stop talking. If you continue, I will sue you for mentally attacking and humiliating me.
Fortunately, Jing Zhui was self-aware and knew how to ask himself questions, so Ye Xiaoman finally recovered.
She hurriedly talked to Jing Zhui to reinforce his belief.
"Yes, you are right. We are just a simple superior-subordinate relationship."
"We have no interest in each other, only a simple money transaction."
"The fact that I can learn your unique spells is purely due to my outstanding professional ability. This is the reward I deserve."
"Please don't make any further associations."
Jing Zhui felt that this was the truth. Ye Xiaoman, who had poor qualifications and was a pseudo-five spiritual roots, was not even worthy of being his follower to help him hold the sword, let alone being his partner. If one day he needed to continue his bloodline, he would only seek out a strong person with the same powerful bloodline as him.
But every word Ye Xiaoman said made him inexplicably angry.
What right does she have to despise him?
He looked as if he was afraid to have anything to do with him.
The harder she tried to deny it, the more suspicious he became.
He turned around and looked at Ye Xiaoman's profile. He saw that her face had soft curves and a round nose, and she was quite pleasing to the eye. Could it be that in the future he was attracted by her beauty and had a chance to sleep with her?
Jing Zhui said tentatively, "The secret techniques of my Jing family will never be passed on to outsiders. I hope that my future self will not act recklessly."
Ye Xiaoman was annoyed to see him constantly dwelling on the issue of status. She said speechlessly, "Let's just say, is it possible that after being dismembered and suppressed for a thousand years, your mental state is not quite right?"
Jing Zhui: “…”
Jing Zhui suppressed his emotions and continued to question her.
"If you're not lying, and you've received my personal instruction, you must be my confidant. Do you know my age, preferences, and family? You must know key information like these. Tell me."
Ye Xiaoman started rubbing her arms and then her hands. She felt that the temperature was getting lower and lower.
"Age? You're almost two thousand years old, right? Your hobby is watching people kneel down in front of you and sing 'Conquer'? I don't know, you didn't tell me. You're usually so secretive that I even guessed your true identity myself."
Seeing that Ye Xiaoman couldn't produce any evidence, Jing Zhui became more certain of his suspicions: "You really can't produce any evidence. You're just trying to deceive me."
He secretly wondered if this was a new test from the organization. What was the test? Was it a honey trap?
No matter how Ye Xiaoman tried to persuade him, Jing Zhui was determined not to believe her, so she had no good plan for the time being.
I'm too lazy to think about it. I'll find Zhu Chuideng first, and then take the next step according to the circumstances.
She first had to guard against Jing Zhui's assassination attempt on her, so she threatened him with a whine: "The Gu in your body is my fate Gu. If I die, you will die too. Please don't think that killing me will cure the poison."
She thought of Zhu Chuideng's mission, poked his shoulder, winked, and said, "Or tell me the location of your family cemetery in exchange for the antidote."
Jing Zhui was alert, "What are you planning?"
Ye Xiaoman said, "Well, I just think the feng shui of your family's ancestral tomb is good. It can produce a great person like you. I also want to be buried there a hundred years later. Maybe I can become an immortal after death."
When Jing Zhui heard that she had applied to live in his family's ancestral tomb, he raised an eyebrow and said, "You still said you are not my future wife..."
"Stop!" Ye Xiaoman covered his mouth.
Jing Zhui lowered his eyes to look at her fingers so close to him, turned his face to the side, and lay down with his back to her, "You're not leaving?"
Ye Xiaoman's voice began to sound sleepy. "I have nowhere to go, so I'm going to borrow your place to sleep."
She folded up a corner of Jing Zhui's hide and covered herself with it. "Why is it so cold?"
Then I remembered that the temperature difference between day and night in the desert is huge, and it is so cold at night that people can freeze to death. Strangely enough, the robes are supposed to keep people warm, but they are ineffective here.
She didn't believe it and took out a magic weapon to keep warm.
Jing Zhui knew her little trick without looking back, and he told her:
"Functional magic weapons cannot be used in the room."
"Enduring the scorching heat during the day and the bitter cold at night, the demons' muscles and bones will only become strong after being constantly tempered day by day."
"Wow, that's hilarious!" Ye Xiaoman said, her speechlessness towards the demons reaching its peak. "The body is the foundation of everything. Only after a good rest can we better dedicate ourselves to training. If you don't even let me sleep properly, won't I die if this continues for a long time?"
Jing Zhui: "If you only pursue pleasure, you won't become stronger."
Ye Xiaoman's response to him was to simply stick two cool things on his back.
Jing Zhui frowned, reached out with his backhand, and grabbed a pair of cold feet.
"I'm already practicing internal energy to keep warm. Let me borrow your body temperature first..." She muttered, her voice growing weaker and weaker.
It was the first time that Jing Zhui was kicked on the back, and his self-esteem was severely damaged.
His life was in Ye Xiaoman's hands. The situation was extremely unfavorable to him. He had no way to deal with her, so he had to endure it and make plans.
Before dawn, Ye Xiaoman was startled by the sound of drums.
She woke up in a warm stove. When she opened her eyes, she met Jing Zhui's unhappy eyes. She found that she had rolled into Jing Zhui's arms, holding his arms and legs tightly, and got a good night's sleep with his body temperature.
Well, she did it on purpose. There was no such thing as "accidentally" falling asleep in Jing Zhui's arms. After all, it was too tiring to practice Qigong to keep warm all night.
She always understands hardship and outsourcing.
"Good morning." Ye Xiaoman stayed in bed as usual, resting her head on Jing Zhui's shoulder and continued to sleep, but was pushed away mercilessly by Jing Zhui.
He didn't care about the difference between men and women, and began to change his clothes under Ye Xiaoman's enthusiastic gaze.
The cleansing array in the room automatically cleanses the entire body.
The bloody bandage fell to the ground. After a night of adaptation, his physique had automatically broken the enemy's spell. The wound that could not heal had formed a layer of blood scab, which could automatically stop bleeding.
This talent is so terrifying.
Ye Xiaoman was crying out for food. As soon as she got up, she reached out for resources, "Boss, I'm hungry, I need food."
Jing Zhui was probably still depressed about the reality of being suppressed by her, so he ignored her.
After the drums were beaten, the demons outside also quickly got ready. They would be punished if they missed the morning class.
Lu Qi stood outside and shouted, "Yi, I just changed the fasting pills. They are freshly made by Dan Xiu. Do you want some?"
Jing chased and withdrew the defensive formation.
He stood with his hands hanging down, and Ye Xiaoman, whose body was still lying in the animal skin, appeared in front of everyone.
The way everyone looked at Ye Xiaoman was no longer like yesterday's consideration and trial, but was full of awe. They glanced at her quickly and then looked away immediately.
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