Chapter 622: Happiness and Excellence (Additional chapter for "Little Plum is Sour and Sweet")
Before Ye Xiaoman could nod, she was moved to the side of Yuan Guiwang by a great teleportation.
In Xiao Chujing's eyes, this scene was nothing more than Ye Xiaoman being transferred to Yuan Guiwang as a hostage.
Before Zhu Chuideng left, she did not forget to bury her face in Ye Xiaoman's heart in front of him.
Lao Deng!
Xiao Chujing was like a husband who was unable to protect his wife, so he went all out and risked his life.
Zhu Chuideng stood up from the throne.
He put his hands behind his back and looked at Xiao Chujing who was rushing towards him.
For thousands of years, apart from Jing Zhui, he had not seen a cultivator who dared to show murderous intent towards him for a long time.
In any case, he admired Xiao Chujing's courage.
As usual, he would have bestowed death upon the challenger.
However, Ye Xiaoman repeatedly warned him not to kill Xiao Chujing, which made him very embarrassed. Being merciful went against his principles.
Zhu Chuideng endured it, reached out and caught Xiao Chujing's sword.
The long sword was sharp and pressed against Zhu Chuideng's palm, but it couldn't hurt him at all.
Zhu Chuideng looked directly into Xiao Chujing's red eyes and said politely, "You are too weak, go back."
Xiao Chujing was stubborn and would rather die than retreat.
For Ye Xiaoman's sake, Zhu Chuideng patiently advised him, "There's a huge difference between our cultivation levels. You can't beat me, so why bother to die?"
Xiao Chujing gritted his teeth and pressed the sword's tip a few millimeters deeper into Zhu Chuideng's palm. He and Zhu Chuideng faced each other, their faces only a palm's width apart. He said in a deep voice, "I can die, but I must die with dignity."
"You bullied my junior sister, and I will make you pay the price!"
Zhu Chuideng asked with great interest, "How do you know that your junior sister and I are not in love with each other?"
The one who responded to Zhu Chuideng was Xiao Chujing's cold snort: "You old thief, you are wishful thinking."
Xiao Chujing had already turned into a half-demon. Behind Zhu Chuideng, Xiao Chujing's inner demon clone with silver hair, bloodshot eyes and black clothes came over with another Emperor Sword in his hand. The inner demon and Xiao Chujing shared the same hatred for the enemy, and swung a sword at Zhu Chuideng from behind.
Zhu Chuideng snapped his fingers, crushing the three ghost masters' auras and sending Xiao Chujing and his inner demon flying.
Two white marks were left in the sea of red spider lilies, and countless petals were cut into pieces and fell.
Xiao Chujing used his sword to support himself on the ground, with the tip of the sword embedded in the thick sea of flowers, barely able to stabilize his retreat.
He raised his face, tightened his jaw, and looked solemnly at the arrogant Ghost Lord hanging high in the sky. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, chewed the Qi-recovering pill in his mouth, and rushed towards Zhu Chuideng again.
He will stand up again and again, even if his internal organs are crushed, his limbs are broken, and his bones are broken, until he is completely defeated. As long as he can go back alive, if he cannot win this time, he will try next time. If he cannot win within ten years, he will try within a hundred years. He will plan, practice, and execute day and night, and one day he will seek justice for Ye Xiaoman.
Zhu Chuideng raised his palm and caught the half piece of robe that Xiao Chujing had cut off that was falling from the air.
"You have some potential. I'll come and meet you."
Xiao Chujing and Zhu Chuideng started fighting with great force.
Ghost King Yuan planted her broken little finger under his feet, and his huge ghost hand opened its five fingers to cover them, trapping them in his hand and isolating them from the battlefield.
Xiao Chujing's voice came: "You old thief, with the strength of a realm master, are fighting against a mere Jindan. Even if you win, it will be a laughing stock if the news gets out."
"How about you lower yourself to the Golden Core stage and fight me?"
Yuan Guiwang had really seen something new today. "He really dares to curse."
Ye Xiaoman put her face between the fingers of the ghost hand, wanting to watch the battle outside.
She was really worried that Xiao Chujing would be beaten to death by Zhu Chuideng. Faced with such a huge disparity in strength, even if Xiao Chujing had the halo of a male protagonist, he would inevitably be beaten.
However, according to the original novel's tone, Zhu Chuideng and Xiao Chujing were fighting, and suddenly Zhu Chuideng was impressed by Xiao Chujing's demeanor. It's not impossible that the two of them smiled at each other and put aside their grudges, and then developed into lifelong friends...
When she didn't say it.
Yuan Guiwang thought Ye Xiaoman was worried about Xiao Chujing, so she stood beside Ye Xiaoman to comfort her.
"Xiao Chujing couldn't last more than three moves against the Ghost Lord. The battle ended quickly."
Ye Xiaoman turned to look at Yuan Guiwang. She was wearing the outer robe of Zhuchuideng. The robe was too wide and long, and the hem was a lot longer, making it look a bit drab. But in Yuan Guiwang's eyes, she was wearing an imperial robe, and the breath of the ghost lord made her shiver.
Yuan Guiwang continued to comfort Ye Xiaoman tenaciously: "As an elder, I don't care about the younger generation."
Ye Xiaoman pointed out: "Aunt, you are starting to flatter me. I still prefer the proud look you showed just now."
Ghost King Yuan glanced at Ye Xiaoman sideways. She looked at Ye Xiaoman's small body and always felt that Ye Xiaoman would be killed by the Ghost Lord.
Yuan Guiwang sighed again in shock: "How dare you play both sides?"
Ye Xiaoman pretended not to understand, "Auntie, please don't tarnish my reputation."
Yuan Guiwang showed half of Ye Xiaoman's long hair.
"You should be thankful that Ghost Lord doesn't possess my talent for reading memories from all things."
But then again, the Ghost Master has plenty of ways to figure out Ye Xiaoman's emotional state. We should be thankful that the Ghost Master is a decent person who respects Ye Xiaoman and did not pry into her memory.
Ghost King Yuan had forgotten how many times he had asked, "Aren't you afraid?"
Ye Xiaoman covered her face with her hands in sorrow: "I'm really afraid of a car accident."
Yuan Gui Wang looked at the honest man in front of him, shocked at how different a person's inner heart and appearance could be. "You look like a good child, how did you grow up to be so crooked?"
Ye Xiaoman cried out in grief: "If you want to blame someone, blame the cruelty of society. It has turned us from a variety of people into a variety of people."
Yuan Gui Wang: "If you're scared, you should stop right away!"
"I can't take it back." Ye Xiaoman beat her chest and stamped her feet. "I live for Sese. The goal I strive for is Sese. Sese really makes me happy!"
Ghost King Yuan: “…”
Ye Xiaoman looked at the bloody corpse beside Yuan Guiwang curiously. To be fair, the black-clothed male corpse looked pretty good, but it was just a corpse after all.
Ye Xiaoman scratched her head and cheek, and out of curiosity, she asked obscenely, "Auntie, how do you and uncle spend the night together? Ahem... can you still be happy?"
"Happy?" Yuan Guiwang was stunned for a moment, and was hit in the heart by a light word.
Ye Xiaoman took it for granted, "Of course, having sex with a man is to make yourself happy, otherwise why would you do it?"
In Ye Xiaoman's view, love, making money, cultivation, and traveling are all things that can please herself, otherwise she would not do them at all.
Even if everyone in the world orders her, "You must be a good woman to be happy," and "You must be beautiful, strong, and rich to be loved by others," as long as she feels unhappy, other people's opinions are like fart to her.
A person only lives for more than 30,000 days in his lifetime. Instead of pursuing happiness, you suppress your own happiness just to make others happy. Are you sick, my friend?
Ye Xiaoman's simple words made Yuan Guiwang's head ache.
The purpose of dating a man is to be happy. If you are not happy, why do you have to cling to this relationship?
Perhaps it was because Ye Xiaoman was wearing the guise of Zhu Chuideng, carrying the absolute control of the Ghost Lord, speaking the law of heaven, and her words were the law. Ghost King Yuan was influenced by her and had to think about the things he had closed his eyes to avoid before.
She remembered that when she was with her husband, she had always been in an unhappy emotional state. When she liked him, she was unhappy when she saw his interactions with the little apprentice sister. After finally getting married and having him, he was still unhappy because his heart was always tied to someone else.
Later, her husband died, and she was unhappy for more than a thousand years.
It was a one-man show without an audience, which she performed with all her heart for a thousand years, but in the end, only herself was moved.
Yuan Guiwang's heart was like them hanging in mid-air at this moment, with the eighteen levels of purgatory under her feet and the vast sky above her head. The matter that she had been obsessed with for many years suddenly had its backbone taken away. Her eyes and heart were blank, and she didn't know where to go.
Sometimes she thought Ye Xiaoman was talking nonsense, sometimes she thought what Ye Xiaoman said made some sense, and sometimes she thought that the little girl had a very good understanding of human nature and could confuse other people's minds with just a few words. She was really capable of playing with several men at her fingertips. Was she trying to manipulate me now?
She still needs to think about this matter slowly and carefully.
In the end, Ghost King Yuan only sighed and said something that had nothing to do with the topic of the conversation, "Before Aunt Yuan got married, when she was still a human like you, there were many people who liked me too."
Ye Xiaoman was puzzled: "Is it gone now? If I had the status of an aunt..."
She laughed out loud in a doggie-like way.
Yuan Guiwang had a blank expression on his face, and Ye Xiaoman restrained her smile. Being a low-key sea king was a sign of respect for the Pure Love Clan.
"Auntie, it's never too late to start over."
She suggested: "If I were you, I would burn your uncle. It's creepy to have him around all day. It really wards off romantic interests."
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