Chapter 479 Waited for her all night
Zhu Chuideng meant that he wished Ye Xiaoman would distance herself from all "those men" except him.
Seeing that Jing Zhui could no longer withstand her attack, he immediately stepped out to interrupt.
Ye Xiaoman agreed readily.
"I don't even want to say anything about Jing Zhui. Being alone is what he deserves."
"If his lips weren't so soft and kissable, I wouldn't even bother to kiss him."
Zhu Chuideng couldn't stand hearing such words: "Auntie!"
Ye Xiaoman changed her tone: "Anyway, I'd love to not have to act with him anymore. So, should we crush the illusion and leave now?"
Zhu Chuideng said, "Forcibly interrupting the magic circle will cause backlash to those involved. Your spiritual sense is still weak, and I am worried that you will be hurt. Let's wait for the magic circle to lose its effect."
Ye Xiaoman had no objection, just don't let her do the work.
Suddenly, a group of black butterflies appeared around her, and they danced around her gracefully as if they had drunk fake wine.
The description of the color as black butterflies is not entirely correct. It should be colorful black. It's really weird that she can actually tell from the color of the butterflies that they are happy.
Ye Xiaoman raised her hand, and butterflies landed on her fingers.
She looked up in the direction of the butterflies and found that the dark clouds above her head had split into groups of butterflies, falling like petals. The scene was very beautiful.
Ye Xiaoman hesitated: "This is..."
"My grievances," Zhu Chuideng replied, "Aunt, I am very happy to be with you now."
Ye Xiaoman: "Ah?"
Resentment can also turn into dancing butterflies. The ghost master's way of expressing emotions is quite vivid and vivid.
Butterflies were dancing all over the sky. Zhu Chuideng stared at Ye Xiaoman who was having fun playing with the butterflies. After a moment of hesitation, he finally asked directly.
Young people love to fantasize. When he was alive, he had thought about his life after getting married.
Farmers’ idea of happiness is very simple: having a piece of land to cultivate, building up a fortune through hard work, marrying someone they love, and living a happy life with a wife and children.
Farming, plowing in spring and harvesting in autumn, abundant fruits and vegetables in summer, watching the snow around the fire in winter, the life in the mountains with distinct four seasons is quiet and beautiful.
He thought he would love his wife very much, and his ability was enough to easily support a family, so his wife did not need to have any qualities of hard work and perseverance. She could be very pampered, not know how to weave or sew, and not be able to tell the difference between leeks and rice seedlings.
Because he is in good health, she can have a bad temper and hit him when she is angry, but his muscles are very hard, so in order to prevent injuries, it is better for her to wrap her fists with pads before hitting him.
He would spend all his money on her, buying her beautiful dresses and jewelry. He would become a famous henpecked man in the area.
Zhu Chuideng thought that if his village had not encountered a tragic disaster, and if he suddenly died young after meeting Ye Xiaoman, he would probably have become a ghost.
He didn't have time to start a family.
This is his obsession.
"Aunt, are you betrothed?"
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Jing Zhui felt uncomfortable everywhere.
It was already the middle of the night, and Ye Xiaoman hadn't come back to sleep yet.
In the past he could fall asleep as soon as he touched the pillow, but tonight he tossed and turned.
He actually couldn't sleep when she was away.
He hadn't noticed it before, but now he felt the nights were too cold. Without the two of them hugging each other for warmth, without her whispering to him to hypnotize him, he was too lonely and cold to fall asleep.
Jing Zhui tossed and turned in his sleeping bag again. He folded up a corner of the animal hide sleeping mat and held it in his arms as if it were Ye Xiaoman. After a while, he spread the animal hide apart in dissatisfaction. It was not as soft nor fragrant as Ye Xiaoman's, and it was very awkward to sleep with it in his arms.
Ye Xiaoman was not at home, and he was full of complaints about Zhu Chuideng. He thought that Zhu Chuideng must be jealous of her husband and kept Ye Xiaoman away from going out. He could have had a perfect night, but it was all Zhu Chuideng's fault that ruined everything.
For an assassin, getting enough sleep before a mission is crucial, as it allows the body to function at its best.
If you don't sleep well tonight, you might make a mistake and get killed by your enemy tomorrow.
Ye Xiaoman had previously said that the Master might be colluding with the Demon Lord to murder them. He was a little bit skeptical at first, but now he is convinced.
Jing Zhui couldn't stand it any longer, so he threw off the quilt, walked out of the tent and went to look for Ye Xiaoman.
The night was silent, and the only sound in the camp was the breathing of the demons.
Jing Zhui released his spiritual sense to search the surroundings and was almost laughing out of anger. His despicable master actually hid his and Ye Xiaoman's auras.
Master is really on guard against him.
Then, Master, do you understand that it is easy to invite gods but difficult to send them away?
At dawn, Ye Xiaoman appeared in front of the demons with Zhu Chuideng.
Zhu Chuideng changed back into the form of the Ghost Lord.
Last night, the young man Zhu Chuideng mustered up the courage to ask Ye Xiaoman about her marriage situation. Ye Xiaoman immediately replied, "I practice the Way of Mercilessness. Don't ask such unlucky questions in the future."
The young man Zhu Chuideng sighed melancholy, probably because his first attempt to confess his love was ruthlessly rejected and he was temporarily unable to face it, or maybe because the ghost master felt that the young man Zhu Chuideng had embarrassed him, so he took back control of his body at dawn.
Ye Xiaoman was extremely relaxed after completing the task, and looked very high and energetic, which made people imagine that "the master's wife had a great effect in replenishing the master's yang and yin overnight."
Everyone had gathered and were ready to enter the city, but Ye Xiaoman did not find the familiar figure of Jing Zhui in the crowd.
Jing Zhui was never late when it came to his work. Ye Xiaoman couldn't help but ask, "Where's Jing Zhui?"
Lu Qi stood out from the team and answered, looking at his expression, he was also a little bit incredulous: "Yi seems not to have gotten up yet."
Ye Xiaoman and Zhu Chuideng's current plan is to let Jing Zhui's memory develop freely, waiting for his consciousness to awaken automatically, or for the memory array to run out of power and become ineffective.
Before that, Ye Xiaoman decided to cooperate with Jing Zhui and continue the plot. She had many benefits from taking yang and replenishing yin from Jing Zhui, and she might even be able to find more evidence against him.
Ye Xiaoman stood in front of Jing Zhui's shielding formation.
Behind her are Zhu Chuideng and the demons.
Jing Zhui's shielding magic circle has its own attack function, and no one dares to get close.
Ye Xiaoman sensed that Jing Zhui's magic circle had no intention of attacking her. She didn't even need to use the escape technique this time. Just like pushing open a door, as soon as her hand touched the magic circle barrier, the black fog automatically dispersed, leaving a gap for her to pass through.
After Ye Xiaoman walked in, she waved to the demons and said, "You can come in."
Lu Qi didn't think much about it and took a step forward with Ye Xiaoman. The next second, a north wind swept across, and Lu Qi was blown away. A wailing sound came from afar: "Double standard——"
Ye Xiaoman also thought that Jing Zhui's magic circle was so smart. She shrank her shoulders and turned around, and saw Jing Zhui sitting at the door of the tent, holding his heavy sword in his arms.
Lonely as a lone wolf.
It looked like he had been sitting at the door waiting for her all night.
Jing Zhui was still wearing his half mask, and his exposed eyebrows and eyes showed no emotion. When their eyes met, Ye Xiaoman felt that he was inexplicably shrouded in a layer of aggrieved low pressure.
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