Chapter 631 Sixty Breaths
"Everyone who knows me knows that I don't compete with the world and I regard money as dirt."
"I planned it all with great care, so if you want to blame me, blame me..."
Ye Xiaoman thought about it and pulled a fish out of the pond to take the blame.
"Jing Zhui."
"Yes, that's him."
"I just want to grow stronger and get rid of his control."
"Oh, you can understand my desire for freedom."
Zhu Chuideng accepted this statement.
"I will protect you and help you regain your freedom."
The implication was that she didn't have to contract him.
When Ye Xiaoman's plan failed, she made up another one.
"I have a greater goal besides just protecting myself."
"I think for the sake of world peace, it would be best if you let me keep your uncle's ashes."
Zhu Chuideng heard this new argument for the first time: "Oh?"
"The location where you hid the ashes has been exposed. I see you haven't found a better place yet."
"The demons, led by Jing Zhui, are eyeing your ashes covetously. Jing Zhui is a difficult demon to tame. As your sworn enemy, you understand his temper best. He is unscrupulous and treacherous, and will not give up until he achieves his goal. He will continue to cause trouble for you."
"Why don't you let me take care of your ashes? Even if Jing Zhui died, he wouldn't have expected your ashes to be hidden in the hands of someone close to him."
Zhu Chuideng smiled and said, "That makes some sense."
Ye Xiaoman felt compassion for the world and raised two fingers to swear.
"I know it's shameless to betray your boss."
"But for the sake of world peace, let me be the shameless one."
The honest appearance and righteous quotes are very consistent with each other, and Zhu Chuideng was moved by her spirit.
But he continued to reject Ye Xiaoman's request.
"Your kindness is precious, but you are too weak. It will take at least a hundred years for you to grow up. If you are controlled by others in the middle of the process, what if Jing Zhui notices it?"
During the conversation, Zhu Chuideng had already walked up to Ye Xiaoman and stopped in front of her. He looked down at her and said in a pleasant manner, "I'm sorry, I can't take the risk."
Ye Xiaoman was at a loss for words: "Didn't you say you would protect me?"
Thirty, twenty-nine...
There were nearly thirty breaths left, and Zhu Chuideng saw through Ye Xiaoman's attempt to delay time. He was so much older than her, how could she hide her little thoughts from him?
He asked indulgently, "Do you have any other means?"
Ye Xiaoman felt like a transparent person in front of him.
She sat on the table facing Zhu Chuideng, with her hands resting on the table and her upper body leaning back slightly on an inclined slope. She looked at him with squinting eyes and displeasure in the manner of a witch.
In Zhu Chuideng's eyes, she was a spoiled and willful girl. There was a provocative light dancing in her eyes. The light was lively and vivid, as if it could light up the fire of his life.
He compromised.
"I'll give you other gifts, this one really won't do."
Ye Xiaoman asked: "What gift?"
Zhu Chuideng smiled, "If you want the Ghost King, that's fine too."
Ye Xiaoman snorted coldly, "The Ghost Kings are usually so majestic that they can call the wind and rain. If they heard that they were given away as gifts by the Ghost Lord, they would probably cry."
Twenty-three...
Zhu Chuideng's urn was placed on the table to the right of Ye Xiaoman.
Zhu Chuideng raised his hand to take it.
Ye Xiaoman pushed it behind her.
Zhu Chuideng sighed helplessly at her mischief, bent down patiently, supported the table with one hand, placed his palm beside her left waist, and reached over her right shoulder with the other arm to pick up the urn behind her.
This is a position that is very much like a hug.
Ye Xiaoman only saw Zhu Chuideng's chest pressing towards her face. She smelled his scent, which was a bit like the clear sunshine shining on the rocks, with the bitter smell of tobacco.
I don't know how to describe it, it's the smell of a very strong man.
"call--"
Ye Xiaoman leaned close to his collarbone and blew a breath.
Zhu Chuideng stopped and looked at her. The rough man raised his thick eyebrows slightly, "No solution? Changed the glaze color?"
Nineteen, eighteen, seventeen...
Ye Xiaoman admitted it generously, "You just noticed it?"
Zhu Chuideng laughed: "Uncle doesn't want to eat."
"Really?" Ye Xiaoman said, "Jing Zhui really likes it."
Ye Xiaoman lifted her knees and pressed them against Zhu Chuideng's thighs.
Walk and stop.
Zhu Chudeng's action suddenly stopped when he was about to get the urn.
Ye Xiaoman walked between him.
He frowned and asked Ye Xiaoman: "Who taught you?"
Ye Xiaoman looked innocent, as if she was completely unaware of what she was doing. She blinked her bunny eyes and said, "Jing Zhui."
Zhu Chuideng's jawline, which had been smiling just now, suddenly tensed.
Ye Xiaoman was neither hurried nor slow.
She changed her passive attitude and chatted leisurely with Zhu Chuideng.
"What kind of person is Jing Zhui? Don't you know him? He's a capitalist with a bad temper, low wages, and heavy workload, specializing in exploiting people. I'm weak and helpless, working under him. I can never meet his expectations, and he's almost killed me several times."
"Suddenly one day, he asked me if I wanted to please him..."
Ye Xiaoman deliberately stopped talking.
Zhu Chuideng's brows furrowed even tighter, and the first thought that flashed through his mind was that Ye Xiaoman was lying to him.
He and Jing Zhui had been sworn enemies for so many years that he could not imagine that Jing Zhui, a blockhead who only cared about ambition, would relax his requirements on his subordinates because of beauty.
But thinking about the performance of the young Jing Zhui in the illusion, he felt that everything was possible. He should stop and do his business, but feeling her movements, he was reluctant to push her away.
He couldn't help but ask, "What does Jing Zhui want from you?"
Ye Xiaoman smiled innocently, "That's it."
"He said all men like it."
It only takes a few breaths for a person's heart to change from soft to hard.
This is often the case with organisms that have both X and Y chromosomes.
Eight, seven, six, five...
Ye Xiaoman leaned against Zhu Chuideng's strong chest, placed her hands on his shoulders, and lightly embraced his neck.
Even though he was busy planning, he couldn't help but distract himself to give a thumbs up to Zhu Chuideng's superior figure.
He is tall and strong, wow.
To describe it in the words of a rich woman in a nightclub in the end times.
A single poke from the iron pestle would cause the person to faint instantly.
Ye Xiaoman negotiated in a gentle voice: "Uncle, can you please leave the ashes to me?"
The soft voice was like sugar, "If you don't tell me and I don't tell you, no one will know."
Zhu Chuideng said nothing. He closed his eyes and took deep and long breaths, as if trying to restore his gradually confused mind to normal.
Ye Xiaoman touched his stubble, and his dark blue chin felt like prickly iron. Seeing that he didn't react, she rubbed his Adam's apple again.
Zhu Chuideng was telling himself that it was no use, time was running out.
"I……"
When Ye Xiaoman felt the situation was most turbulent and difficult to control, he suddenly stopped.
Zhu Chuideng opened his eyes.
Ye Xiaoman lowered her knees, raised the corners of her mouth and looked at him like an evil witch.
She tilted her head, "Uncle, you can't stand being teased at all."
I blew out the lamp and suddenly realized.
The time for sixty breaths is up.
The withdrawal is invalid.
The contract is done!
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