Chapter 77 Let Him Go, Let Me Do It
Ye Xiaoman was very happy to leave.
That's the taste.
According to historical records, before Xiang Yu, the Overlord of Western Chu, rose to prominence, the emperor toured the south of the Yangtze River. Squeezed in the crowd, he looked at the magnificent imperial motorcade and said with envy, "He can be replaced."
—Old Deng is living a good life. Are there any special breeds of kings, princes, generals, or ministers? The throne is passed down in turns, and sooner or later I will take over.
Another historical record shows that when Emperor Guangwu Liu Xiu was still a poor grassroots commoner, he was studying at the Imperial College in Chang'an and had a crush on Yin Lihua, a young lady from an aristocratic family who was famous for her beauty at the time.
One day, when he saw a high-ranking official of the imperial court traveling in a grand procession, surrounded by his younger brothers, he uttered a line of emotion that has been recorded in history books: "If I were to become an official, I should be the Prefect of the Guards; if I were to marry, I should marry Yin Lihua."
——I want to be a high-ranking official and marry the most beautiful and noble woman.
The male protagonist's thinking is consistent, never internalized, full of a sense of deservingness, domineering and arrogant.
The young man in bright clothes and riding a horse, with his vigorous vitality nourished by desire, is quite charming.
The Holy Son and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince stepped down from the palanquin.
The monks were pressed down on the back of their necks by a powerful pressure that swept across the entire venue, and bowed deeply.
Ye Xiaoman was very curious about Jiaying, who only appeared a few times in the original novel but was extremely stunning, and she secretly looked up at him.
Under the vast sky, auspicious clouds were lingering, a splendid canopy was fluttering, and a group of white-robed monks descended from the clouds.
People were too far away to see clearly, but fortunately there was a large live screen, and Jiaying's real-time images were high-definition and uncensored.
So his stunning beauty struck Ye Xiaoman's heart.
The young man was wearing a monk's robe with layers of wide sleeves. His white clothes were as white as snow and he was extremely handsome. The sunlight shone on his back, and his whole body seemed to be integrated into the colorful holy light.
It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a god descending to earth.
It's weird, how can people look so good without hair?
Ye Xiaoman has been getting used to the braised dishes of Xiao Chujing and Sikong Qing lately and is a bit tired of them, so it's a good time to change to a lighter taste.
My friends, a man’s charm lies in the amount of clothes he wears.
The more you wear and the tighter you cover yourself, the more attractive you are.
All uniform lovers will understand.
The elegant fabric covered the whole body rigorously, ironed without a wrinkle, in a dark color, with only the cuffs, cufflinks, and sharp collar of the snow-white shirt visible at the edges.
People's eyes are therefore focused on the tiny bits of exposed skin, the bony hands, the vague collarbone, the Adam's apple, and the slender neck when the face is turned sideways.
Then follow the metal buttons and high-quality leather belt, the waist is thin and powerful, be bold and go down, you are now surfing the Internet, don't be afraid that no one knows what you are secretly browsing.
What is it.
Touch it and see.
Absolute territory.
An area that is so stretched that there is no space left.
Going further down, the length can wrap around your waist several times with the remaining long legs reaching your ankles, with clear lines of convex and concave.
When you cross your legs, you can wear raised trouser legs, black socks, shiny military boots, or high-end handmade leather shoes.
The look is dangerous.
Bro, step on my face!
Quickly, step on me hard, don't pity me, I am a delicate flower.
If you don't step on it, don't blame me for stepping into your absolute territory.
The dangerous look was on the verge of losing control.
Yet, it was still a cold face.
From beginning to end, restrained and abstinent.
A great face.
The images of past and present lives overlapped, and Teacher Ye's blood boiled.
It eventually turned into nosebleed, slowly overflowing from Teacher Ye's nose.
Holy Son Jiaying, the best, the immortal.
My dear family members, the Master Jiaying in front of us is the combination of uniform and professional taboos.
Not only was he wrapped up tightly in clothes, he also wore gloves.
White silk gloves, meticulously crafted, wrapped around slender hands.
Like having mysophobia.
It's okay, I'll get you dirty.
How could he grow up like this?
That's it.
The face of Gaolingzhihua is characterized by upturned eyes and a blood-red teardrop mole under her eyes.
Master, who are you going to attract with someone like you?
Do you know that boys who grow up like this should stay at home and not go out?
【boss. 】
Ye Xiaoman's expression was serious and upright, and the melancholy of being pushed online to be cannon fodder was swept away.
In her sea of consciousness, she took the initiative to communicate with her superiors.
[I'm going to the front line of assassinating the Holy Son Jiaying.]
【Just go to the front line and make arrangements for me quickly.】
[It's not a question of being lascivious or not. It's mainly because I love the cause of the demonic villains and want to contribute to it. I want to strip Jiaying's clothes... er, strip Jiaying's skin, and contribute my passion to the best of my ability.]
We're all going to die today anyway.
I would rather touch Jiaying's hand than die.
Pressing your face against his gloves, doing roller motions, taking deep breaths and puffs.
What's so scary about death?
What is scary is that you can't get what you want and live a life as stagnant as a pool of water.
Have you ever loved deeply? Have you ever fought for your ideals?
Just die.
Maybe I, Sister Man, will be transported to Haitangwen next time.
Gao Lengyan on the line: [You are only at the sixth level of Qi Refining, are you qualified to rush to the front? ]
【Why am I unworthy? What am I unworthy of? 】
Ye Xiaoman broke into a voice: [I'm not worthy of him. The number of men he has sex with every year could circle the earth's equator three times and even rush into the Milky Way!]
Online: [Your mission is to assist the main force while they are carrying out the assassination mission and disrupt the enemy's sight.]
Online: [As for the rest, you can handle it as you wish.]
While Ye Xiaoman was communicating with her superiors with unyielding spirit, Xiao Chujing watched her nosebleed warily.
"Junior Sister, you..."
"Well, I've been getting angry lately."
Ye Xiaoman seriously found a tissue, tore off two pieces, crumpled them into two balls, and stuffed them into her nose.
When Jiaying took out the marrow-cleansing grass, Xiao Chujing became even more nervous.
He knew the allure of the marrow-cleansing grass on Ye Xiaoman.
He had used the marrow-cleansing grass to get her to agree to become his girlfriend.
Once he did this, he always felt that the wild men outside would also use his method to get close to Ye Xiaoman.
Even if the other party is a stinky monk.
Jiaying was welcomed and seated at the top.
Ji Weiming sat in the second seat after Jiaying.
Next came the leader of the Qingzheng Sect, the host, and other prominent leaders.
As superiors with transcendent status, Jiaying and Ji Weiming, a monk and a Taoist priest, were not good at socializing, so they were always too lazy to exchange pleasantries and would get straight to the point.
Jiaying's attendant monk, who entertained various sect leaders and masters on Jiaying's behalf.
"The Holy Son has come in person this time to fulfill the agreement between the Gods and the Qingzheng Sect. He has broken through the Heart-Forging Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords, retrieved the Sky-Splitting Armor of the Demon God, and brought it back to the Northland to suppress it."
The leader of the Qingzheng Sect hurriedly said, "Thank you, Saint Son. I will open the small world of Ten Thousand Swords Tomb right away."
Jiaying took out a radiant and colorful marrow-cleansing grass from his snow-white cuff.
The monks present burst into exclamations - including Ye Xiaoman, who had eaten two plants. Her almond-shaped eyes widened and her face was full of desire.
A few minutes ago she longed for Jiaying's pear, now she not only longed for Jiaying's pear, she also longed for power.
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