Yu Zhengzheng’s first reaction was that this inn was a shady shop. She struggled for a few times, wanting to cry but without tears. Could this person be a flower thief
If it was a man without martial arts skills, she could knock down one or two of them, but there was nothing inside her quilt. If she fought with this man, wouldn't she be seen naked
She bit her lips tightly, and moved her tense legs backwards silently. After touching the cold clothes, she bent her knees slightly and kicked the man's vitals.
Yu Zhengzheng's movements were steady and fierce, but his reaction speed was astonishingly fast. He raised his leg and restrained her feet, so that no matter how she struggled, she could not exert any strength.
She couldn't struggle free, so she had to resort to the worst possible means and screamed heartbreakingly: "Help—"
Just as she howled, a familiar voice came from behind her. He bit her shoulder and said, "Shut up."
Yu Zhengzheng: “…”
She felt a sharp pain in her shoulder, and her fair skin turned red from being rubbed by the teeth. She took a breath of cold air in pain, tears welling up in her eyes, but she dared not make a sound anymore.
There was a hurried knock on the door, and Xiao Yuqing asked in a deep voice: "Miss Yu, what's wrong with you?"
Yu Zhengzheng wanted to tell him that there was a devil from hell lying behind her, but she didn't dare to say more, for she was afraid that her head would be split apart like that of the old procuress.
She took a deep breath and tried to suppress the cry in her voice: "I'm fine."
Xiao Yuqing hesitated: "But I just heard you shouting for help."
Yu Zhengzheng was just about to speak to get over it, but she felt something cool and soft against the back of her neck.
His slender arm rested on her slender waist through the thin brocade quilt, and his bony palm slowly moved upward in the darkness, touching her soft flesh with a hint of coldness.
Xiao Yuqing's voice came from outside the door again: "Miss Yu, why are you silent?"
With a smile on his face, Rong Shang repeated in a malicious voice: "Miss Yu, why don't you speak?"
Yu Zhengzheng really wanted to slap him in the face. Why didn’t she say anything? Didn’t he have any idea
Seeing that she remained silent, Xiao Yuqing noticed something unusual. He was about to kick the door when he heard her apologetic voice: "I just had a nightmare. Did I disturb you?"
He breathed a sigh of relief: "No, I haven't gone to bed yet."
The air was silent for a moment. After a while of silence, Xiao Yuqing said gently, "If Miss Yu can't sleep, why don't we go out for a walk together?"
She hesitated, feeling slightly moved.
It was late at night, on a dirt road, two people were holding an oil-paper umbrella and strolling in the light breeze and drizzle.
Although she has never been in love, but according to the routine of romance novels, Xiao Yuqing might be moved by the scene and tell her some little secrets buried in his heart.
Then the secret would become a secret between the two of them, and he would become closer to her, and she would become someone with a different meaning in his heart.
The time, the place and the people are all right, all we need is the east wind.
Yu Zhengzheng turned her head pitifully, and her deliberately lowered voice contained a hint of probing: "He asked me to get out, what should I do?"
The man behind her rested his chin on her shoulder, his thin lips rubbed her earlobe intentionally or unintentionally, and his hot breath sprayed into her ear, causing her to almost scream.
General Rong tightened his arms slightly, forcing her to lean back. He put his hand close to her ear and whispered in a love tone, "Would you like to go out and give it a try?"
He smiled and said, "You are my furnace."
Yu Zhengzheng was stunned and her heart skipped a beat.
Is he jealous
Rong Shang: "He too."
Yu Zhengzheng: “…”
He gave the order: "So I won't let you go out."
She seemed to have swallowed a fly, and after a while she squeezed out a complete sentence from between her teeth: "It's raining outside, Brother Xiao, go to bed early."
Xiao Yuqing understood her refusal and did not insist. He just told her to cover herself with the quilt at night and then turned and left.
Yu Zhengzheng's eyes were red. She had been single for nearly forty years in her two lifetimes combined. She had finally caught a good-looking man to develop a relationship with. She might even have kissed him in the night view, but in the end, everything was ruined by that bastard Ghost King.
The moonlight shone through the dark clouds onto the earth. The drizzle gently brushed the leaves, making a rustling sound outside the window, but it could not cover up the sound of sobs in her throat.
Rong Shang sniffed the fragrance of her hair and murmured, "Why are you crying?"
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she tried to suppress them: "I didn't cry."
Rong Shang: "You cried."
Yu Zhengzheng: "I didn't cry."
Rong Shang: "The tongue of anyone who tells a lie shall be cut off."
Yu Zhengzheng: "Okay, I cried."
Rong Shang: "Don't cry."
Yu Zhengzheng: “…”
His breathing was hot and his voice was a little hoarse.
As if whispering to himself, with a bit of stubbornness, he repeated the words again: "Don't cry..."
The air returned to silence. She turned around carefully and vaguely saw his pale, weak face in the darkness.
The hazy moonlight enveloped his head, making his long black hair look as smooth as silk. His eyes were tightly closed, his brows were slightly furrowed, and a barely noticeable blush appeared on both sides of his cheeks. He looked extremely painful.
There was a drizzle outside the house. She held her breath, stretched out her fingers, trembled twice, and slowly moved them towards his eyebrows.
She guessed that he was having a nightmare again.
The moment her fingertips touched his brow, he suddenly opened his eyes with a hint of cruelty in them: "It was raining in the East China Sea the night I killed her."
Yu Zhengzheng's fingers froze on his forehead, and she felt a burning heat under her fingertips.
He had a fever and seemed to be talking nonsense.
His dark eyes were full of mockery: "She knelt on the ground like a slave, crying and begging me not to kill her husband."
She didn't know if he was awake at the moment, so she could only perfunctorily respond, "It's all over."
He was smiling, but the moonlight could never illuminate his face: "There is no past."
"Do you want to kill me?" he murmured.
Yu Zhengzheng said against her will: "I don't want to."
Of course she did. She wanted to chop open his brain with an axe to see if his head was filled with fertilizer.
He caused her to be unable to practice, caused her to be isolated in Penglai Mountain for more than ten years, and caused her to lose her beloved mother.
Although her father was the scumbag who killed his wife to attain enlightenment, her mother was a Mahayana cultivator with wood spiritual roots and was only one step away from ascending to become an immortal.
If he hadn't slayed the dragon and left the immortal world barren, her mother wouldn't have been so weak as to be killed by a scum in the Nascent Soul stage.
She was born with a broken back in the womb. She had endured all the grievances that the original owner had suffered. No one knew how she survived that nightmarish childhood.
Without her mother by her side, she almost died at the hands of Madam Lu countless times.
He was really crazy to ask her such a stupid question.
I wonder how many people in these six realms would not want to grind him to dust
Obviously he didn't believe her either.
He pulled out a dagger from somewhere and threw it beside her pillow: "It's a thunderstorm, and I don't have any magical power."
"I swear in the name of God that what I said is not false."
Yu Zhengzheng was stunned. The scene that day in Luan Palace when he fell to the ground and almost froze into an ice sculpture emerged in her mind.
The name of God is the most poisonous oath of the gods. Even a fallen god is bound by the name of God.
He dared to swear in the name of God, which proved that he was not lying.
The moonlight hit the blade, reflecting a cold light. She turned her head and stared at the dagger in a daze, and the pain she had endured in the past flashed before her eyes one by one.
He coaxed in a low voice: "Take it, and you can kill me."
The devil whispered in her ear, like a poisoned spell, causing her to raise her arms involuntarily.
There was a hint of sinisterness in his dark eyes.
She was no different than the rest of the world, they all wanted to kill him.
Ice condensed in his pale and cold palms, slowly solidifying into three-inch icy edges.
As long as she picked up the dagger, he would pierce her heart with an icicle.
She slowly turned sideways, her slightly raised arm falling on his waist. She nestled her head in his neck and muttered softly, "I'm sleepy."
He was stunned. There was a soft body in his arms. There was a refreshing fragrance in her hair, which was faint and very pleasant.
She seemed really tired, but after a moment, she began to breathe steadily.
He thought for a moment, threw the icicles in his palm to the ground, smelled the soap scent on her body, and fell into a deep sleep.
After hearing the crisp sound of an object falling to the ground, Yu Zhengzheng breathed a sigh of relief without showing any expression.
She was scared to death. If she hadn't seen the icicles in his hand through the reflection on the dagger's blade, she would have died on the spot.
He even swore in the name of God, saying something like there was no divine power in a thunderstorm, and she almost fell for it.
There was indeed a thunderstorm in Luan Palace that day, but today there was no thunder, only rain. He was clearly playing word games with her.
There was a sound of rain outside the window. She rested her head on his hot chest and gradually felt sleepy.
When she woke up the next day, the man beside her had disappeared. Only the fat hen was lying lazily on top of her head, which was as messy as a chicken coop.
Yu Zhengzheng rubbed her sleepy eyes, pulled the hen down, went downstairs and put on her underwear and white robe.
As usual, she took out the spiritual herbs and watered them. The spiritual herbs seemed no different from before, still looking like malnourished bean sprouts.
Xiao Yuqing's gentle voice came from outside the room: "Miss Yu, it's time for breakfast."
Yu Zhengzheng put away the spiritual herbs, tied her long hair up on top of her head to cover the bald spot, and went downstairs with him, carrying the hen.
Before she reached the lobby, she caught a glimpse of the white figure.
He didn't tie his hair today. His three thousand strands of black hair hung down at his sides, tied only with a red silk rope. His bony fingers tapped the black porcelain teacup, making his skin look snow-white.
If you didn't look at his ordinary face, one would think he was an immortal from heaven who had come down to earth.
He sat at a table by himself, and even though there was a table between them, the faces of those people were tense and they didn't even dare to breathe.
It was said that it was time for breakfast, but no one dared to move. Yu Zhengzheng greeted him out of politeness: "Good morning, Ghost King."
Rong Shang glanced at her lightly, his expression lazy: "Call me godfather."
Yu Zhengzheng: “…”
Shanshui ran in from outside the inn with a meteor-like step, holding up a notice in his hand: "The government has posted a notice, offering a large sum of money to find Miss Zhengzheng!"
Yu Zhengzheng was stunned for a moment, then took the notice from Shanshui's hand. He saw a pair of cloth shoes on the notice, and a line of flamboyant cursive script was written under the shoes.
The general meaning is that a large sum of money is spent to find someone, and whoever can wear this shoe will be the 100th princess that Nangong Tianba is looking for.
Xiao Yuqing groaned: "This is a good opportunity to get close to Nangong Tianba."
Yu Jiangjiang gloated: "Sister is definitely willing to sacrifice something for the heirloom."
Yu Zhengzheng did not deny it, so she naturally did not dare to escape under the Ghost King's nose. Even if she was pretending, she had to pretend to cooperate with the assessment.
I don’t know what the silver chain on her foot is. There are still four days left for the test. If she can’t escape, she is afraid that she will die in the Ghost Sect.
She was a little dazed and didn't pay attention to her steps when she went downstairs. She stepped on empty air and almost rolled down the stairs.
Fortunately, Xiao Yuqing quickly caught her and she did not fall.
Although she didn't fall, she sprained her ankle, and in the blink of an eye her heel swelled up.
She took a breath and limped away.
The place for trying on shoes is in Caishikou, which was originally a place for beheadings, but because of the shoe trying on, it was filled with people.
Everyone was watching, but no one dared to go up and try on the shoes.
Wealth and glory are attractive, but life is more important.
Yu Zhengzheng squeezed through the crowd to the front and waved at Nangong Tianba: "No need to try, the person you are looking for is me."
Nangong Tianba, who was sitting on the execution platform at Caishikou, narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who are you?"
Yu Zhengzheng: “…”
She patiently explained: "This shoe is mine."
The corners of his mouth curled up into a cold smile: "Heh, vain woman, are you deliberately seducing me?"
The housekeeper presented the cloth shoes to Yu Zhengzheng and motioned for her to put her feet in. She took a breath and cooperated by putting her feet in.
Because I just sprained my ankle, my heel was swollen and I couldn't put on these cloth shoes at all.
Yu Zhengzheng said helplessly: "These are really my shoes."
Nangong Tianba didn't listen to her explanation at all. He slowly walked to their side, pointed at Yu Jiangjiang and said, "You try."
Yu Jiangjiang reluctantly stepped in and tried it, but his feet were too big to fit in.
Nangong Tianba raised his eyes again and looked around at the few people, finally his gaze stopped on the white robe.
He walked over and raised his chin: "You try it."
She glanced at him, then tapped a sandalwood Buddhist bead with her thin fingertips and played with it gently.
Seeing that he remained silent, Nangong Tianba stepped forward and grabbed his jaw forcefully: "If you want to irritate me, then you succeeded."
Rong Shang smiled gently and said, "Boy, do you want to die?"
Nangong Tianba raised the corners of his lips wickedly, leaned over and pressed his lips against his: "Don't call me kid, call me Ba Ba."