Chapter 824 The Fourth Marrow Cleansing Grass
[The Demon Lord invited me to attend the Six Realms Competition, but I want to decline.]
"Rather than those boring official duties, I'd rather spend the competition time with you, exploring the Demon Realm. If you don't want to go out, we can stay home all day."
Ye Xiaoman's heart, which had finally relaxed, became tense again.
In addition, someone also arranged her itinerary without her permission.
Sikong Qing: [Are you there yet? I'll come find you tomorrow.]
[Many people in the demon world recognize me. I'm thinking of a way to meet you without revealing my identity.]
Zhu Chuideng: [I will arrive at the Demon Realm at noon tomorrow. The fruits and vegetables I planted a while ago are finally harvested. Do you want to eat some?]
Jing Zhui: [Spiritual practice tomorrow.]
Ye Xiaoman suddenly felt like she was living in the end times, being forced into a corner by many zombies.
She took three breaths and forced herself to calm down.
In the bedroom, Ji Wenyi sat in front of the piano table, surrounded by orchids, burning incense and playing the piano.
The ground, paved with ten-thousand-year-old jade crystals, was so bright that one could see through it. Walking on it, one would feel enveloped in a sense of beauty, as if one were floating in the air. He watched Ye Xiaoman step over the threshold, like a fairy descending to the mortal world, and walk towards him step by step.
He remembered the report just given by the guard, and a hint of gloom flashed across the depths of his pupils, but his face still had a gentle and noble smile. He played the piano as steadily as before, and his slender fingers gently stroked the strings, producing music as clear as a spring.
Ye Xiaoman stopped in front of his piano table, put her hands in her sleeves, tilted her head, and watched him play the piano quietly.
"Abao, you're here." Ji Wenyi said gently.
He gracefully finished the last note, his knuckles slightly tightened, and the strings beneath his fingers emitted an almost inaudible sharp vibrato. He stood up, and his dark purple sleeves lightly brushed across the surface of the piano, covering the quietly broken string.
He walked around Guqin and walked towards Ye Xiaoman.
Next to him was a pot of his beloved orchid. As he passed by, the hem of his clothes swept off a few petals, which were carelessly stepped on by him and crushed into the dust.
Ye Xiaoman felt the breeze flowing in the air, carrying a precious light fragrance towards her face. Ji Wenyi put his hands behind his back, lowered his head, and stepped towards her neck with an elegant gesture, as if he smelled her.
Ye Xiaoman was stressed out tonight because of Ni Shaorong. She thought Ji Wenyi was going to suck her, so she slapped him in the face and said, "Get out of here."
“Bang!”
The crisp sound of her palm hitting his face was particularly harsh in the bedroom.
Ye Xiaoman's palms were slightly numb, and the force of the hit was a bit too strong.
After she beat Ji Wenyi, she remembered that she needed his help tonight. Her eyes widened in helplessness and she met his eyes awkwardly.
She put her hands back to her waist and wiped the cloth guiltily. She was about to apologize when she saw Ji Wenyi raised his palm. He first touched the right side of his cheek that was red from her slap, then lowered his eyes to look at the hand that had just touched his face.
Then Ye Xiaoman was horrified to see that he raised his eyebrows slightly and a happy arc appeared at the corners of his lips.
She smelled his fingertips again, and it seemed that her body fragrance lingered on them.
His narrow eyes narrowed in ecstasy.
Ye Xiaoman cried out "Ah".
No matter how many times she faces Ji Wenyi, she will always be captivated by him.
From him, she knew what elegant metamorphosis was.
Ye Xiaoman subconsciously ran away and hid behind the dragon-shaped jade pillar in the hall.
"Hand over the Marrow Cleansing Grass, and stay away from me!"
Ji Wenyi watched her running, and recalled some happy memories of him chasing her. His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his slender fingers rubbed his fingertips unconsciously - he wanted to catch her and crush her in his arms.
He walked towards the pillar where she was hiding, moving very quietly so as not to scare her away.
Finally, he stopped in front of a giant pillar, looked at the half-exposed edge of her green clothes through the pillar, and talked to her.
His voice was still gentle, but it carried a certain brutality that was about to break out of the cage, making the gentleness seem creepy: "You smell like aquatic life."
Ye Xiaoman smelled her clothes and said, "No, it smells really good."
Ji Wenyi asked calmly, "Did you have fun with my old guard?"
When Ye Xiaoman heard this, she realized that Ji Wenyi already knew that she had stolen fish tonight.
"Didn't your guard tell you that he was brave enough to help me when I fell into the water?"
Ji Wenyi was helpless: "Abao."
Ye Xiaoman poked her head out to look at him, "Don't kill innocent people because of me. You know the consequences of angering me."
Ji Wenyi chuckled.
"The guards tonight were destined to die, but since Abao has pleaded for mercy, I can spare them. As for Sanqi...it depends on his luck."
There was overwhelming anger in his eyes. Xiao Chujing, Ji Weiming and the like were fine, but a lowly sea slave dared to touch his forbidden food. He deserved to die a thousand times.
Ye Xiaoman was speechless. Then she thought that as the young master of the sea area, Sanqi should have sufficient self-protection capabilities. She knew that the more she begged, the more miserable Sanqi would die, so she simply shut up.
"Whatever you want."
Ye Xiaoman was unhappy, so Ji Wenyi stopped talking about these outsiders who hurt their feelings.
He opened his arms warmly.
"Po, come here."
Ye Xiaoman was very contemptuous: "Ji Wenyi, you want nothing."
Ji Wenyi kept his arms open and sighed awkwardly, "Abao, I was planning to give you some cleansing grass tonight."
Ye Xiaoman was so annoyed that she wanted to bang her head against the pillar. "What on earth do you want?"
Ji Wenyi: "In order to find the spiritual herb, I went through many twists and turns and spent a lot of effort..."
Ye Xiaoman just wanted to ask, is the twists and turns you mentioned called Yue Mushan?
Ji Wenyi took a step closer to her and said, "This is something I did willingly. I have nothing to complain about. I just hope Abao can have some pity on me."
Ye Xiaoman was held in his arms. He rested his forehead against hers and sighed comfortably as if his wish had finally come true.
"As long as you let me hug you, I will be willing to die."
Ye Xiaoman felt that she was really wronged.
She patiently let Ji Wenyi hold her for a while, and urged, "I've held you, where's the spiritual herb?"
She doesn't even want to act with him now.
Ji Wenyi nuzzled her with the tip of his nose and smiled.
He missed the past.
"I remember when I was still the crown prince, every time I returned home from court, Abao would run over and throw himself into my arms."
Ye Xiaoman gritted her teeth.
She pushed Ji Wenyi away forcefully, walked to the door of the hall reluctantly, and helped Ji Wenyi relive his old dream.
Ji Wenyi saw her clenching her fists, running in from the doorway, and throwing herself into his arms.
As she ran, she pinched her throat and shouted in a pretentious voice: "Your Majesty, you are off duty. I miss you so much!"
Ji Wenyi couldn't help but walk towards her, took a few steps towards her, and in the next breath, he was filled with the fragrance of soft jade and flesh.
Ye Xiaoman jumped on him, wrapped her legs around his waist and hugged his neck. Ji Wenyi laughed heartily and spun around while holding Ye Xiaoman. Their long hair and clothes were flying.
Ji Wenyi strode towards the dragon bed.
Ye Xiaoman asked with a heavy heart, "Now, are you satisfied?"
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