Chapter 470: One Change
An ordinary good morning kiss passed quickly.
Ye Xiaoman huddled back under the warm quilt. The identity of the Supervisor's wife brought many conveniences. The first benefit was that she could skip morning classes without any hesitation.
Her hand left Jing Zhui's collar, and the pressure on Jing Zhui's neck disappeared, and he felt inexplicably lost.
He chased after her and buried his head in her. As the two kissed, Ye Xiaoman led him into the animal skin blanket.
"Please lie down with me for a while." Ye Xiaoman invited.
She couldn't bear to part with his human furnace, so she kindly tried to find a reason for him, smiling and urging him: "Otherwise, it will be too cold, and you have to follow me even if I freeze to death."
Jing Zhui silently calculated that he would be punished with medals if he didn't attend the morning class. He had performed well in the recent competitions, so he didn't hesitate to use those medals. Besides, he and his master Zhu Chuideng were on bad terms with each other, so it would be better for him to accompany Ye Xiaoman.
He made up his mind and really gave up the half-dressed clothes, lay down, and held Ye Xiaoman in his arms again, comfortably inhaling the unique scent of her in the animal skin.
If Jing Zhui had time to read more, he would find that under the subtle influence of Ye Xiaoman, his behavior had unknowingly become similar to those tyrants in history who skipped the morning court. As the song in the opera goes: The beauty looks back with a hundred charms, and from then on the king no longer attends the morning court.
Of course, Jing Zhui would not admit that Ye Xiaoman was a beauty, nor would he be willing to admit that he was a tyrant.
Lu Qi shouted at the top of his lungs from outside the magic circle: "Yi, are you going to morning class?"
Jing Zhui: "No."
The demon roommates and Lu Qi looked at each other. Lu Qi shrugged and walked out.
At the beginning, when Jing Zhui, the crazy cultivator, skipped work, everyone thought that the red rain was unprecedented. But as time went on, everyone became accustomed to it.
When Lu Qi was about to step out of the door, Jing Zhui's voice came from behind, "Wait a moment."
Lu Qi turned around and skillfully caught the medal thrown by Jing Zhui from the shielding magic circle. Without asking any questions, he rummaged through the storage bag on his sleeve, took out a bottle of fasting pills, and threw it to Jing Zhui.
Today's fasting pills are peach flavored, and even the pill bottle is a cute pink color.
The demons love to act cold and cruel, and even want the colorless and tasteless version of the fasting pills. These pills are made with honey and plant pigments, and have such a greasy sweet taste that only the weak will like them. No one in the demon cave is interested in them, and they have become unsalable products.
Because Ye Xiaoman loves to eat, Jing Zhui contracted all the fruit-flavored fasting pills in the base.
Jing Zhui eats on time, practices on time, and lives a very regular life. Even if he stays in bed with Ye Xiaoman, he will eat breakfast before going to bed.
He pinched Ye Xiaoman's chin, pried her mouth open, and stuffed two fasting pills into her mouth.
Ye Xiaoman closed her eyes, smiled slightly, moved closer to him, pressed her lips against his, and while kissing him, she passed a fasting pill to him with the tip of her tongue.
Before Jing Zhui could taste what the pill tasted like today, his mind was distracted for a moment and he swallowed the pill without paying attention.
Ye Xiaoman took the opportunity to take a deep breath of his energy, which greatly boosted her spirits.
Jing Zhui did not allow the world to have anything he didn't know, so he asked Ye Xiaoman to take two more pills. Ye Xiaoman accepted all the pills and still returned one to him fairly in the old way.
You come and I go.
If you throw a wooden peach, I will give you a jade pendant in return.
In the past, Jing Zhui would just find it troublesome and they would each take half of the pill and drink it in one gulp. Now, he can also find fun in boring things.
It made no sense, but he just didn't hate it.
The roommates had packed up and were about to leave when they heard Ye Xiaoman's words coming from Jing Zhui's shielding array: "No, no, I'll be full if I eat any more."
Jing Zhui: "Don't you have a big appetite?"
hiss--
The eavesdropping demons collectively gasped.
No matter how many times I watch others fall in love, I am always shocked by all the words they say.
The sun had risen to mid-sky and it was almost time for lunch when Jing Zhui finally appeared at the school martial arts field.
The king at the top of the food chain appeared, and all the demons in training looked towards him.
Jing Zhui rarely looked listless. He came to his special corner, summoned his magic sword, and practiced swinging it intermittently.
There are two faint dark spots under his eyes, as if he hasn't slept well for several days.
Tu Liudao from next door was greatly encouraged after his arrival, and punched with great vigor and ambition. She felt that thanks to her master's wife, if Jing Zhui continued to indulge in beauty, she would be able to defeat Yi and reach the top in no time.
Today's class schedule in the Demon Cave is relatively relaxed. The martial arts training will only end at noon, and the afternoon will be free for activities.
The diligent demons would continue to train for a few more sessions on the training ground until the sun sets, ending the day's training.
Jing Zhui arrived late. As soon as the supervising elder announced the end of the training, Jing Zhui immediately put away his life sword and left. Everyone present helped him calculate and found that his training today lasted less than an hour.
Lu Qi couldn't help but ask: "Yi, where are you going?"
Jing Zhui said without even turning his head: "Go to sleep."
I went back to the dormitory to hang out with Ye Xiaoman.
Lu Qi couldn't help but be shocked again.
Sleeping, in Lu Qi's imagination, is not the same as sleeping in other ways. He finds it hard to believe that simply sleeping can attract Jing Zhui so much.
It seems that Jing Zhui would make love with his master's wife until very late every night, and also make love in the morning, and now he would rest early and go back to make love again.
Does Master's Wife smell that good?!
What is the difference between a demon who doesn't pursue his career and a salted fish?
Lu Qi said with deep sorrow, "I feel Yi's sword is not as brutal as before."
After he finished speaking, he saw Tu Liudao looking at him speechlessly.
"What's that look?"
Tu Liudao recalled the feeling of fighting Jing Zhui just now: "It's not good, getting beaten by him doesn't hurt as much as before."
"Hey, you're right, but..." Lu Qi heard a discussion not far away. A group of demons were surrounding a demon. The surrounded demon was stealthily holding a mirror and shining it at Jing Zhui's receding back. The group of demons exclaimed in surprise from time to time.
Lu Qi walked over and asked, "What are you doing?"
As soon as he asked, someone immediately told him, "At his coming-of-age ceremony, his grandmother gave him a Qiankun Mirror. This magical weapon is a rare treasure left by his great ancestor. It can reveal curses and hidden talismans attached to others."
"Yi's body was branded with a curse that signifies belonging to the ghost clan."
Lu Qi asked in confusion, "Affiliation spell? What is that?"
"Do you know the uncanny ghost method of taking Yin to replenish Yang and taking Yang to replenish Yin? Once those ghosts set their sights on their prey, once they cast a spell, they will brand the prey with their own curse, indicating that the prey already has an owner, and thus warn other ghosts not to get involved."
"Normally, this kind of mark can only be seen by ghosts."
"3348 used his magic weapon to see the ghost curse on Jing Zhui."
Lu Qi was surprised after hearing this: "So Master's Wife is practicing ghost magic."
The demons only care about becoming stronger, and unlike humans, whose moral values are as high as theirs, there are no restrictions on what they can and cannot learn. Ye Xiaoman's practice of ghost arts will not attract anyone's criticism.
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