Chapter 466 How did you break the defense?



Chapter 466 How did you break the defense?

"What is it?"

Zhu Chuideng was in the elder's office. He sat behind a long, heavy table made of black rock, with his hands placed like a tower on the table. Countless sect files were piled on the table, and Jing Zhui's information was spread out in front of him.

Ye Xiaoman took the initiative to inform Zhu Chuideng.

"Husband, Xiao Zhui has some misunderstandings about the way we trained him."

Little chase.

Zhu Chuideng's eyebrows twitched uncontrollably.

He had forgotten when he wanted to train Jing Zhui.

"Xiao Zhui is going to carry out a mission for a dual cultivation sect like the Chaofei Sect. In order for him to successfully carry out his undercover mission, you asked me to give him emotional training in advance."

Jing Zhui said, "Master allowed Master's Wife to approach me, and then punished me for approaching Master's Wife. Isn't that contradictory?"

Zhu Chuideng never wanted to pamper Jing Zhui. Even if I hit you, what can you do to me?

He met Ye Xiaoman's pleading eyes and realized that this was all part of her honey trap. He compromised and cooperated with her, saying reluctantly, "If I really wanted to punish you, you would have been dead long ago."

Zhu Chuideng rarely tells lies, and it was very difficult for him to justify them. "I broke your hands and feet just to...strengthen your muscles and bones."

Ye Xiaoman also helped to brainwash him: "Yes, although your master is jealous, he values ​​your identity as the Destined One of the Demon Clan more. For your growth, he is willing to make this sacrifice."

Jing Zhui was still suspicious, suspecting that Ye Xiaoman and Zhu Chuideng had teamed up to set him up.

The master disliked him very much and urgently needed a reason to kill him. If he stole the master's wife, the master would have a legitimate reason to kill him first and report to the master later. If he died because of an affair, it would be a shameful death, and his family would not be able to ask the master for an explanation.

He sneered in his heart and said provocatively: "Master, you are so righteous. Send your woman to me to play with."

Zhu Chuideng raised his eyebrows. Every word Jing Zhui said deserved a beating, and every expression made him feel itchy.

Since the master is unwilling to admit it, Jing Zhui naturally has a way to force the master to reveal his true identity.

"Master's Wife."

"I'll gladly accept it."

As soon as Jing Zhui finished speaking, before Ye Xiaoman could react, he sat on the ground in a casual manner, carried Ye Xiaoman onto his lap, let Ye Xiaoman sit in his arms, half lying in his arms.

Ye Xiaoman was just about to praise Jing Zhui for seeing her sitting on the sand and burning her butt, so he kindly let her sit in his arms, and said he was a very nice person.

Suddenly, a cold blade touched the side of his face.

Jing Zhui didn't know when a black iron dagger wrapped in gold appeared in his hand. He held the blade that could cut through iron like mud upright and pressed it against her face, pressing into her soft skin.

Ye Xiaoman's eyes widened and rolled around, she was worried that Jing Zhui's trembling hand would disfigure him.

Zhu Chuideng looked displeased when he saw this, and became fully prepared for battle.

"Jing Zhui, what are you going to do?"

Ye Xiaoman also whispered, "Yeah, if you have anything to say that makes you unhappy, just say it. Don't be impulsive... We share the same fate!"

Jing Zhui sneered and moved the blade away from Ye Xiaoman's face.

Ye Xiaoman just breathed a sigh of relief.

But she saw Jing Zhui putting the dagger against her collar.

Gurgle.

Ye Xiaoman swallowed nervously.

Before she could say anything, the dagger spun gracefully in Jing Zhui's palm. He grasped the hilt, with the tip pointing down, and pressed it against Ye Xiaoman's collar, which was tilted towards her armpit.

A small piece of knife tip, as thin as a cicada's wing, like a snake's head, sneaked into the lapel.

Cut her belt.

Ye Xiaoman began to feel sorry for her vestments.

On second thought, she was in a dream now, so her clothes shouldn't be damaged.

Then she thought again, Jing Zhui was also in a fantasy world, and they were not actually in contact in reality, so would her kissing him still count?

Just when her thoughts were interrupted, she felt a chill in her chest and her clothes were torn open by the blade.

Ye Xiaoman is wearing a light pink skirt and a middle shirt of the same color today.

Jing Zhui's gaze was fixed on her peach-pink hood, and he felt that she was like a piece of cut peach blossom cake.

First snow, peach blossoms are in full bloom.

Ye Xiaoman's clothing was too conservative among the demons. She had an outer coat and a middle coat, and the style of her hooded coat was ordinary and sparse, just like other female cultivators in the demon clan. Usually, demon women would parade around drinking and fighting like this, and Jing Zhui was used to it.

However, he felt that Ye Xiaoman seemed to be different from others. The more he cared about her, the more he wanted to analyze her, which made him look at her again and again.

Out of curiosity, he lightly covered it with his palm.

Zhu Chuideng stared at the screen in front of him and unknowingly crushed the jade slip in his hand.

He was a simple farmer, and he was extremely shocked by the way the demons were doing what they wanted.

He was caught off guard by Jing Zhui's behavior, but he had no intention of stopping him.

After the shock, a sudden and huge anger surged into his heart. Jing Zhui's communication water mirror was hit by his anger and cracked into thin cracks.

That feeling was like seeing his mortal enemy steal his wife with his own eyes, and the mortal enemy was the one he brought into the house himself. It was like digging his own grave.

Zhu Chuideng raised his hand and pointed at his forehead, trying his best to calm the young man's hatred. He murmured, "Fool, don't move rashly."

Ye Xiaoman would naturally not be disturbed by Jing Zhui's little tricks.

The scenery that caught Jing Zhui's eyes was nothing more than her wearing only a vest in the apocalypse. Jing Zhui must have seen too little of the world.

She took in Zhu Chuideng's reaction clearly.

For some reason, Zhu Chuideng did not delete the memory of the young Zhu Chuideng. She was still affected by the emotions of loving her in the past, and had an expression as if she wanted to eat Jing Zhui alive.

If her employer is unhappy, then she will be happy.

Ye Xiaoman wanted to laugh.

Jing Zhui and Zhu Chuideng fought to the death, but it only benefited her.

One was fooled by her first, but instead of blaming her, he created the conditions even when there were no conditions, helping her fool the other. How is this different from helping your wife have fun after marriage?

As for Jing Zhui, whom Zhu Chuideng wanted to take revenge on, he seemed to be enjoying it. Did Zhu Chuideng really not think that there was a one in ten thousand chance that he was rewarding his mortal enemy?

No matter what environment Ye Xiaoman is in, she is very good at finding joy in adversity and having fun for herself.

She pulled down Jing Zhui's mask and ran her fingers across his lips.

Jing Zhui grabbed her hand and kissed the back of her hand tenderly, his hair rubbing against her wrist.

Jing Zhui hated Zhu Chuideng. Although he knew that Ye Xiaoman was in cahoots with Zhu Chuideng, he did not feel disgusted by Ye Xiaoman's touch.

To a certain extent, he felt that Ye Xiaoman was an oppressed person, forced by her master to be an accomplice of the evil, and she seduced him just to use him to get rid of another man.

Ye Xiaoman grabbed Jing Zhui's collar and made him lower his head slowly.

Bang!

Zhu Chuideng suddenly kicked the heavy black stone table in front of him away. He was still sitting in the armchair, with his legs crossed on the table, frowning as he watched the interaction between Ye Xiaoman and Jing Zhui.

His ten fingers were clasped together tightly, the knuckles bulging, almost crushing his bones; he quickly switched to using the thumb and index finger of his right hand, and impatiently turned the index finger of his left hand as if it were a non-existent ring.

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