Affectionate characters can't collapse [Quick wear]

A thin stream of water gurgled into the small white porcelain cup, a drop of hot water dripped on the back of the white hand, the flesh turned red in an instant, Ji Xingyun hissed softly.

The water temperature seems to be a little hot.

Ji Xingyun put the kettle on the table, thinking indifferently, Moxiu has rough skin and thick flesh, so he won't be scalded to death anyway.

This is the second month he has poured water for Xie Zhiwei's tea.

After being caught by Xie Zhiwei that day, the other party took him back to the Demon Realm.

Maybe because he was afraid that he would resist, Xie Zhiwei hugged him and did not let go all the way.

He was in Mozun's arms, and when he raised his head, he could only see the man's smooth jaw line and slightly pursed thin lips.

Ji Xingyun swallowed back the sophistry that had slipped to his lips.

Hmm... Xie Zhiwei looked very angry, let's wait for him to calm down, don't rush for a moment.

To put it bluntly, he is cowardly.

He struggled for a long time to explain the few words before he could say it.

Yan Painting City - the most prosperous and luxurious city in the Demon Realm.

Monster cultivators with tails and animal ears can be seen everywhere. Most of them have pure eyes and are full of curiosity and thirst for knowledge about everything.Demon cultivators are different. They advocate force and love excitement. They have a deep-rooted obsession with cultivation and fighting. They are either fighting or on the way to fight.

The two groups of monks with very different personalities got along fairly well.

The scantily clad female demon Xiu has a flirtatious style, and her every move is charming, making the face of the fox-eared boy on the opposite side turn red when she molested her.

"Little brother, why don't you try it with your sister, and keep you happy."

The fox ears on the top of the boy's head were oozing pink, and he stammered his rejection: "No...no, I don't need it."

Ye Wanqing sighed, and her eyebrows furrowed sadly: "Forget it, I won't force demons to make things difficult for me, you can go."

The fox-eared boy who had been pardoned ran so fast that he wished he could transform into a prototype on the spot and disappear in front of the female devil.

The onion-shaving fingers dyed with Kou Dan gently stroked the broken hair between the temples, and Ye Wanqing could only choose the next target.

These days, why is it so difficult to find a suitable double cultivation partner!

The people around her suddenly fell to their knees, and Ye Wanqing quickly knelt down, and the noisy street was so silent that a needle could be heard.

With such a great momentum, I don't know which big person is going out.

The hierarchical system of the Demon Realm is strict, and when commoners meet a demon cultivator with a rank, they must kneel down to show their respect and submission.

Of course, if the "common people" are strong enough, they can completely challenge by leapfrogging. After the challenge is successful, not only can they achieve a leap in class, but they can also hold the glory, status and wealth of the loser in their hands.

Ye Wanqing in the crowd raised her eyes, her casual eyes suddenly froze.

A small exclamation was hidden in her throat, and Ye Wanqing's pupils shrank suddenly.

It turned out to be Lord Mozun!

The Demon Realm is about to start a war with the cultivation world. Is this the last calm before the storm?

Otherwise, how could she see Lord Mozun holding someone in his arms?

How could this be so!

Ye Wanqing was so jealous that she wanted to bite the corner of her clothes. She wanted to see which little bitch was so clever, and directly took down the unfeminine Lord Mozun!

The man buried his face completely in the chest of Lord Mozun, so he couldn't see what he looked like.

The thick black hair was not combed into a bun, but fell naturally, and a few strands of hair were wrapped around the man's wrist intimately.

His hands were soft and boneless, clung to Lord Mozun's shoulders, the skin on his hands was white and shiny, the snow was as thin as curdled and refined milk, and the nails were as tender as budding flower stamens.

The waist is slender, narrow and soft, very weak, like a rose that needs careful maintenance, it seems that it can't bear the slightest pressure, and it will be soft and painful with a little strength.

What is completely separated from this figure is the temperament of "her" body, as cold as jade, as Lingling as snow, and the thought of inviolability is born at a glance.

How could someone fuse contradictions so... so wonderfully, easily arousing unknown thoughts, and worrying about displeasing "her" by being too presumptuous.

Ye Wanqing gradually became obsessed with seeing this person. This person only showed a figure, but it completely attracted her attention, making her wish to rush forward and take a closer look at "her", whether she is more beautiful than she imagined.

Ji Xingyun, who was hiding in Xie Zhiwei's arms, didn't know what the people around him were thinking. He buried his head lower and lower under the hot gaze.

He suspected that there was something wrong with Xie Zhiwei.

The teleportation array only spread out of the city, neither guarding the sword nor casting spells, passing through the bustling city, holding him in his arms as everyone knelt down and walked brightly.

Instead of taking the small road, he wanted to take the main road. He could pretend to be his identity, but he insisted on releasing all his coercion, so he almost shouted in the streets and alleys with a loudspeaker that the Demon Lord was leaving.

Isn't he tired?

Ji Xingyun was tired for him.

Xie Zhiwei walked with him for an entire hour before reaching the Demon Realm Temple.

The demon king's palace is luxurious and exaggerated, using the two strong colors of red and gold to the extreme. The pavilions, terraces and pavilions are carved with jade railings, and the green tiles are magnificent. Even the bricks and tiles of the corridors are inlaid with gold and jade.

The inside of the hall was quite different from the outside, there was nothing but a few supporting pillars, it was empty and silent.

Xie Zhiwei walked through the main hall, after a round of detours, kicked open an inconspicuous door.

The pearl hanging above his head lit up with pale white light, Xie Zhiwei put him on the bed, stood beside him and stared at him without saying a word.

The silent Lord Mozun is very intimidating.

Ji Xingyun is used to Xie Zhiwei's smiling expression. Although they haven't met each other a few times, every time they meet each other, they always smile, which gives him the illusion of a good temper.

The expressionless indifference at this moment made him panic.

Ji Xingyun's fingers tightened unnaturally, his eyelashes were half closed, and his gaze unexpectedly fell on the man's wrinkled collar. When he looked carefully, there were traces of nail snags on it.

He accidentally caught it on the street just now.

But he really didn't do it on purpose... In such an embarrassing situation, who would pay attention to the severity of his attack.

The people of the Demon Realm respected the Lord so much that they didn't dare to look directly at the Demon Lord's holy face, and then... all their attention was focused on him, and they looked at him from beginning to end with undisguised and straightforward eyes.

Ji Xingyun has been afraid of this kind of scene since he was a child, no matter how many times he has experienced it, he is not used to it.

Xie Zhiwei also seemed to see his nervousness, in order to torture him, he would go wherever there were more people.

What a hateful and vengeful demon cultivator.

He had already explained several times, and in order to express his apology, he planned to reopen the entrance to the secret realm, so he personally took Xie Zhiwei to take out the phantom ring.

The man acted as if he didn't hear it, even though he spoke dryly, he remained unmoved.

Now he still stares at him thoughtfully as if looking at a strange object.

Xie Zhiwei stared at it for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand.

Ji Xingyun was so startled that he quickly leaned back, and then fell down on the soft and cold quilt with a plop.

This fall made his pupils dizzy for a moment, and when he focused his gaze again, he saw that big hand with strong bones had been placed on his forehead.

Ji Xingyun's face turned pale, Xie Zhiwei didn't hold back his aura, he couldn't have the slightest thought of resistance under this terrifying atmosphere, he could only close his eyes to meet the unknown fate.

The moment I closed my eyes, my mind was full of thoughts, and I remembered several kinds of tortures that were widely circulated in the cultivation world.

The more I thought about it, the paler my face became, and in the end it completely lost all color.

However... the imagined pain did not come.

Nothing happened.

Ji Xingyun quietly opened a small slit, and happened to meet Xie Zhi's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

He tapped the boy's forehead lightly, and said, "Since you're so scared, why did you lie to me?"

"Although your reasons are somewhat believable, I'm still not happy."

"I sealed the spiritual power in your body. In the past few months, you should learn to be a servant in the world and please me."

Ji Xingyun withdrew his thoughts, lowered his eyebrows and brought tea to the Mozun who was sitting on the throne and handling government affairs.

"My lord, please drink tea."

When has he ever done this kind of job of serving others? No matter in reality or in the small world, Ji Xingyun is a pampered master, the kind whose ten fingers are never stained with spring water.

Originally, he didn't care about Xie Zhiwei's punishment, thinking that the job of a servant is not to serve tea, wash and cook?What's so difficult about it?Moreover, practitioners have no desire for food and drink, and their clothes will not be stained, so there is nothing left to do but serve tea and pour water.

But...he underestimated how bad the magic cultivator was.

Xie Zhiwei really let him do the laundry and cook!

Ji Xingyun, who was washing clothes in two large basins, doubted his life. Under the melting moonlight, he was so sleepy that he wished he could pick up the scissors and cut all the clothes to pieces.

The clothes soaked in water were even thicker, and Ji Xingyun couldn't even hold them firmly, let alone wash them. He went through the water just once and left them to dry in the yard.

The water dripping from the clothes can be merged into a river.

The clothes were also crumpled, as if someone had raped them severely.

Ji Xingyun didn't care about it, and went back to sleep directly.

He has no spiritual power and is no different from ordinary people, even if he loses an hour of sleep.

As for cooking...

Ji Xingyun did it once, and his palm was cut by the blade, and the appearance of bleeding profusely frightened himself, and also frightened Xie Zhiwei.

Master Mozun realized his conscience from now on, and he didn't torture him with cooking anymore.

……

"The tea is a little hot, be careful next time."

Ji Xingyun: "...OK."

He was under the eaves, so he endured it a little longer.

"Is Yunyun unhappy?"

Ji Xingyun smiled brightly: "How could it be, it is my honor to serve the Lord."

Xie Zhiwei didn't pierce his incompetence, held the hand he hid behind his back in the palm of his hand, rubbed his thumb on the red and swollen place, and the scalded flesh returned to normal.

"Okay, come and help me sharpen the ink."

Ji Xingyun: "..."

What kind of new torture method is this?He deeply suspected that Lord Mozun, who was not doing his job properly, only wanted to have fun with him every day.

When Ji Xingyun was at a loss holding the square ink stick in the inkstone, the system immediately played a teaching video for him.

He followed the movements of the protagonist in the video, and he learned it well.

The repetitive grinding made his fingers sore quickly. To divert his attention, Ji Xingyun lowered his eyes slightly and landed on the official report in Xie Zhiwei's hand.

On the bright yellow rice paper, the ink blots are stacked together, like words, and also like meaningless scribbles, here and there, each stroke falls in an unexpected place.

The person who wrote the pen was very casual, and Ji Xingyun couldn't see what was written on it.

He wouldn't be surprised if there was only such a copy, and there were many copies with such incomprehensible content.

Some inks even soaked through the paper, leaving a mass of black ink.

Ji Xingyun looked at it, and suddenly stopped.

Xie Zhiwei couldn't be punishing him by asking his subordinates to submit official documents so that he can correct them with pen and ink, right?

Ji Xingyun knew very well that Xie Zhiwei's mansion was deep, but he felt that Master Mozun would not use his scheming in this regard.

And this person didn't carry him behind his back.

The memorial full of errors and omissions was so brightly placed where he could see it, probably because he didn't feel guilty about it and dared to be so blatant.

After skimming through many copies in a row, I finally found one that I could read.

Although the handwriting is ugly, it is better than being neat and clean. It stands out from the crowd in this pile of ghostly symbols and is extraordinary and refined.

Ji Xingyun and Xie Zhiwei's spirits froze, and they couldn't help but look over intently——

I saw that it was written in crooked fonts: Master Mozun, the peerless one, when will we recover the world of cultivating immortals?

Xie Zhi slammed the memorial on the table with a slight snap.

Pick up the brush and write down two large characters: Another day.

The author says:

感谢在2022-01-0912:52:33~2022-01-1013:06:29期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!