Chapter 89 They are banging on the door
Ye Xiaoman had to admit that she had dragged the beautiful young lady of high mountain into the dust with her own hands. Although it was not her intention to develop to this point, she could not help but feel satisfied when she saw the white turned to black, as if the evil hidden in people's hearts was satisfied.
She felt a great sense of conquest.
So what if she is a high and mighty superior? These people usually step on her, but when it comes down to basics, everyone is the same.
Under Ye Xiaoman's gaze, Jiaying's Adam's apple slid up and down, and he shamefully covered the teardrop mole under his eye with the back of his hand. His eyelashes were stained with tears, and his thick lower eyelashes were stuck together in clumps by the tears.
He had a spasm from time to time.
His eyes were always on Ye Xiaoman.
He saw his filthy and disgusting appearance in the reflection of her pupils.
Very clear.
A completely unfamiliar side.
He finally collapsed.
"The wife."
He pleaded softly.
"No more."
"Please."
"Don't look."
"……I."
"ah."
Even though I loathe myself so much, I can't stop at all.
One side is in heaven, the other side is in purgatory.
Amidst the torment, his heart ascended to bliss.
Ye Xiaoman saw that Jiaying was indeed on the verge of a mental breakdown.
Fearing that he would get more excited and his Buddhist faith would be damaged, and all his years of practice would be ruined, she picked up his belt and blindfolded him.
I coaxed him gently: "This way you won't be able to see it."
"No one will see you like this anymore."
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Ye Xiaoman likes people like Jiaying who are pure and untainted, but in her past and present lives, she has always adopted an attitude of secretly fantasizing about them, watching from afar without getting close.
Pure white lotus, trouble.
This kind of trouble is different from the troubles Xiao Chujing and Sikong Qing had.
Xiao Chujing has a strong male chauvinist temperament. After the truth was revealed, he was filled with love and hate. He hated her to the core and would chop her directly, but there was a chance that he would remember their old friendship and avoid chopping her vital parts.
She was sure she would avoid death at his hands.
Sikong Qing is the type of fierce and vicious peerless demon woman with a strong vitality. He can also enjoy the torment with her for half his life. Even if he says he wants to kill her, there may be a chance that she can escape from him temporarily.
Jiaying was different. He was too lazy to even chop her. He would just chop himself silently.
He went straight to the west with a piece of white silk, and he would not give anyone time to explain what he had decided.
Then once the Son of God dies, everyone in the world will come to kill her.
There is no doubt that she will be buried with him.
He is like a white flower, a flower that needs to be cared for, the reincarnation of the eldest young master.
In short, Ye Xiaoman would have avoided this type of person whenever she went out to play in her previous life, and would have felt offended by any offensive words spoken.
But sometimes Ye Xiaoman just can't control herself.
She is just so astringent.
Even though she knew she would die if she continued to prosper, she couldn't help but show her sinful side.
It’s mainly because of the way Jiaying behaves that people can’t help but want to bully him.
Ye Xiaoman gently touched Jiaying's cold cheek, which was stained with tears and sweat, and spoke boldly.
"I'm pretty good, right?"
She leaned over and whispered in his ear:
"Holy Son, look at yourself."
"You resist with your mouth, but in fact..."
"With great pleasure."
"You."
"It's just..."
The woman smiled, a crisp smile like pearls rolling across a white jade plate.
The slow tone with a hook at the end of the sentence is like a furry claw, scratching people's hearts mischievously.
"Do you still want to?"
"Call the master and let him hear it."
Jiaying had a long white ribbon covering his eyes.
Biting the tip of your tongue.
The belt swung rapidly on the ground.
Ye Xiaoman was shocked.
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Ji Weiming's magic weapon carried many subordinates, so its speed was slowed down.
Xiao Chujing and Sikong Qing traveled lightly and arrived first.
Behind the three of them, the Qingzheng Sect's large army fought with the demon cultivators as they advanced into the Heart Forging Realm.
There is not much time left for Ye Xiaoman.
Yet she is still enjoying herself.
The entrance to the sealed tower of the Demon God's cenotaph was sealed after the demon cultivator broke through it, in order to stop newcomers.
As soon as Xiao Chujing jumped off the magic sword, he slapped the barrier and shouted, "Junior Sister!"
He used the sound transmission technique, and his voice was like a whisper, exploding beside Ye Xiaoman's ear.
Ye Xiaoman was shocked and woke up instantly.
The next second, Sikong Qing's voice was heard in the tower: "Stop wasting time, break the formation directly."
When Jiaying heard someone coming, he became even happier.
The sound also got louder.
Ye Xiaoman quickly covered his mouth.
Don't let him make any noise.
However, the broken syllables still appeared intermittently.
The seal at the door had been mostly broken by the combined efforts of Xiao Chujing and Sikong Qing.
Xiao Chujing had excellent hearing and asked in confusion, "Why is there a man's voice?"
He shouted again: "Little Junior Sister, are you in there?"
Sikong Qing: "This is the end of the small world. She must be nearby."
Xiao Chujing: "Okay, let's search inside the tower first."
Ye Xiaoman heard the sound of banging on the door and broke out in a cold sweat.
But Jiaying was still making trouble.
It can't be controlled no matter what.
Ye Xiaoman quickly sent a message: "I'm here, don't come in yet."
"I'm a little uncomfortable right now."
Xiao Chujing and Sikong Qing were surprised and delighted to confirm Ye Xiaoman's survival.
Sikong Qing asked with concern: "What's wrong with you? Are you injured?"
Xiao Chujing continued his previous doubts: "No, I heard a man's voice."
"Brother, did you hear that?"
Sikong Qing listened carefully: "It seems so."
Ye Xiaoman remained calm: "No, I'm the only one here."
Xiao Chujing: "Is the Holy Son also in there?"
His suspicion grew further.
Jiaying possesses the marrow-cleansing grass.
It was unthinkable how he would use the treasure to deceive Ye Xiaoman, an honest girl.
There was clearly something fishy about Ye Xiaoman's attitude.
Sikong Qing also thought the same thing as Xiao Chujing.
When he saw the live broadcast of Jiaying showing the marrow-cleansing grass in public, he wanted to kill Jiaying to steal his treasure.
Sikong Qing is used to playing straight, and her pretty face was covered with dark clouds.
"The sound is wrong."
He asked violently, "Are you doing something bad without telling me?"
Ye Xiaoman shouted: "I don't have it."
Sikong Qing: "Whether there is or not, I will go in and take a look at it clearly later."
Ye Xiaoman was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
Two men were banging on the door outside.
There is another person around who has completely lost his mind.
Ahhhhh I’m going to die.
She urged anxiously.
"Master Jiaying, please hurry up."
Jiaying was finally rescued.
The blocked area was also released as his spiritual power completely dissipated.
Ye Xiaoman immediately took off her armor and put it into her storage bag.
The spirit of the armor had its eyes closed the whole time, muttering, "Oh my, someone finally came, I almost got styes."
It sensed the presence of an online presence from her, and without much struggle, it obediently attached itself to the armor and followed her.
The armor was finally obtained.
However, the problem is still huge.
Ye Xiaoman's feeling that her life was about to end was getting stronger and stronger.
Under the influence of the "Lifelong Mistake" poison, Jiaying developed a strong attachment to her and was unwilling to leave her even a step.
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