After finishing a whole chicken outside, Jian Lin happily pulled the Demon Lord back to the room.
When she was in the Demon Realm, the Demon Lord, in order to keep a close eye on Jian Lin, naturally stayed in the same room. Now that their relationship had changed, it wasn't as tense as before, but both of them knew what was going on and neither mentioned separating their rooms.
Jian Lin didn't mind. When they first met and should have avoided suspicion, they didn't, and now they were used to it, so there was no need to specifically bring it up.
As for why the Demon Lord didn't mention it, Jian Lin gave him a meaningful glance, thinking the reason was very subtle.
The Demon Lord was currently sitting in a chair, reading messages by candlelight. Usually, Jian Lin would tactfully stay away at such times, but today she didn't. Instead, she became even more forward, deliberately leaning by the table to pour him tea.
Her gaze was intense, making it difficult for the Demon Lord to ignore. He put down the messages in his hand, looked up at her, and impatiently urged, "If you have something to say, just say it. Don't beat around the bush."
Jian Lin raised her eyebrows, a smile blooming on her face, and winked, "Lord Chongyuan, you must know that some things require a bit of beating around the bush."
The Demon Lord wasn't foolish and instantly understood Jian Lin's hint, but he didn't understand, "What got into you? You absolutely have to beat around the bush tonight?"
What got into her? Of course, it was being stimulated by this scoundrel's contradictory words. He called her foolish but his affection value shot up rapidly. She had to cure him of this bad habit tonight.
Jian Lin placed her hand on the man's shoulder, her fingertips slowly sliding, "I'm in a good mood. I helped my senior brothers and sisters solve their life problems, and I'm under a lot of pressure. Tomorrow I'll have to fool them, so I need Lord Chongyuan to give me some benefits."
The Demon Lord remained motionless, letting Jian Lin pinch his earlobe, and sighed helplessly, "You, truly shameless."
Oh, really! Who is shameless? Who is it that is smitten with her every day?
Thinking of this, Jian Lin hardened her heart, turned around, and sat directly in the Demon Lord's lap, saying triumphantly, "If you were ashamed, you would have pushed me away!"
With warmth and softness in his embrace, ripples gradually rose in the Demon Lord's deep eyes. He asked himself, he liked her a little bit, there was no reason to push her away.
His large hand rested on her lower back. To facilitate her disguise today, Jian Lin was only wearing a simple white casual outfit. The fabric was thin, and the heat from the man's palm made her feel as if she had been scalded.
Their eyes met, and the ambiguous atmosphere instantly ignited.
Jian Lin couldn't control herself, swallowed nervously, and slowly reached out, tracing along the firm jawline, caressing the Demon Lord's handsome and resolute face.
It had to be said, this scoundrel was too handsome. Close contact was truly enjoyable. 138 Reading Network
"Lord Chongyuan," Jian Lin's eyes were filled with adoration, "Do you know that your face can deceive the hearts of many women?"
"I know," the Demon Lord was a narcissist, he knew he was handsome and was proud of it, "Unfortunately, I'm too lazy to deceive, so I can only let you have your way."
Jian Lin bit her lip, unable to resist a smile. She lowered her head and leaned closer, about to kiss him, then looked up deeply into the Demon Lord's eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Lord Chongyuan, do you like me?"
The Demon Lord chuckled, nonchalantly, and replied in a particularly scummy way, "I don't think that's important."
Even if this scoundrel died, his mouth would still be stubborn.
This time, Jian Lin was truly angered. She leaned down and pressed herself against him, biting the Demon Lord's lips fiercely, while her hands began to act wantonly.
She had never been so bold and direct, as if she had used the courage accumulated over two lifetimes, which even startled the Demon Lord.
He leaned back, one hand on Jian Lin's shoulder, and said intermittently, "You... what are you doing? Stop... don't force me..."
Jian Lin ignored him, responding with even more forceful actions until she got the answer she wanted.
She suddenly pulled her hands back, stood up, and retreated two steps, saying triumphantly, "Lord Chongyuan, I know. You don't admit it verbally, but your body is honest. It seems you like me very much."
The Demon Lord's hair was disheveled, his clothes askew, and there were two flames in his eyes, looking as if he wanted to kill someone.
"You... you have such great courage."
Jian Lin was fearless. She walked over again and leaned closer, saying without fear, "Lord Chongyuan, you can retaliate. Whatever I do to you, you can do to me."
The Demon Lord was so angry he laughed, gritting his teeth, "I would never be as vulgar as you."
Jian Lin was about to die laughing. In a great mood, she lay back on the bed, striking a seductive pose, and said arrogantly, "It doesn't matter if it's vulgar or not, it's not me who's uncomfortable anyway."
The Demon Lord turned his head away, not looking at her. He awkwardly shifted his position, closed his eyes, and began to meditate to calm himself.
Jian Lin chuckled to herself for a long time before calming down. She turned over and faced away from the Demon Lord, taking a section of bamboo tube from her Qiankun bag, which was the twin tube used to communicate with Xie Jin.
It had been a long time, but she still hadn't forgotten her wicked agreement with Xie Jin. If she confirmed that the Demon Lord's body was fine, Xie Jin would tell her gossip about the Demon Lord's ex-girlfriend.
She spread the paper on the bedside table and wrote the message in a crooked manner, describing it as concisely as possible. After finishing quickly, she immediately sent the message to Xie Jin, eagerly awaiting a reply.
It hadn't been a minute before Xie Jin replied instantly. The bamboo tube made a "pop" sound, which was particularly jarring in the quiet bedroom.
"Who are you sending messages to?" the Demon Lord's sinister voice sounded.
Jian Lin hid the twin tube behind her back, smiling timidly, "You know my cultivation isn't high. I can only send this twin tube to one specific person."
The Demon Lord stood by the bed and reached out, saying forcefully, "Hand it over. I suspect you're going to betray me. Let me check."
Given Xie Jin's personality, Jian Lin could imagine that he would say many lewd things.
If she really showed it to him, in the Demon Lord's eyes, she might have committed a crime more serious than betrayal.
This night, she fled and he chased, it was chaotic and never peaceful.
The two of them competed in secret. As soon as dawn broke, they actively ceased hostilities, packed their belongings, and went to another inn to wait for Wen Mingyuan to bring Lin Zhi down the mountain.
While waiting, the Demon Lord set up a formation in the inn room using cinnabar. The bright red cinnabar outlined complex talismans. On the formation, two square tables were placed. Soon, Lin Zhi would lie here, and the Demon Lord would personally repair her Golden Core.
Jian Lin leaned to the side, watching the Demon Lord concentrate on setting up the formation, and said with great admiration, "Lord Chongyuan, you're so amazing, you know everything. Is there anything in this world that can stump you?"
The Demon Lord put away the cinnabar and glanced coldly at Jian Lin, clearly still angry, "Don't talk to me. I haven't forgiven you yet."
Jian Lin was laughing heartily inwardly. Who would have thought that the decisive and invincible villain in the eyes of outsiders would resort to the cold war as a way to get angry with someone?
It was so childish, a tactic only elementary school students would use.
Seeing that the Demon Lord was still busy, Jian Lin didn't tease him. She obediently walked to the window, wanting to see if Wen Mingyuan was on the street.
However, as soon as she opened the window, a breeze blew in. By the time Jian Lin realized something was wrong, it was too late.
She closed the window and turned around to face the Demon Lord's ashen face and the formation on the floor that had been blown into disarray.
Jian Lin's knees went weak, and she guiltily wanted to find a place to hide. She weakly explained, "I didn't do it on purpose."
Heh, who would believe that.
Since the confrontation last night, their relationship had become even more subtle, with anger mixed with ambiguity, and ambiguity mixed with confrontation. Both believed they were right and wanted the other to back down.
Jian Lin was willing to lower her posture to coax him, but she had her own bottom line, which was never to reveal the conversation between her and Xie Jin.
As for the Demon Lord, he had only one request: if she didn't show him the message, he would never let Jian Lin off.
They disagreed and were sulking, but it didn't affect the important matters.
Jian Lin stared at the Demon Lord's figure, gradually falling into thought. She had to admit, this scoundrel had a huge advantage: he could deal with matters objectively and separately, making it very comfortable to get along with him.
If she were choosing a husband, this would be a huge bonus point.
Although Jian Lin had never been in love, she had watched her girlfriends' romantic dramas many times. Men who were emotionally unstable and liked to go crazy and bring up old grievances were too terrifying.
The Demon Lord painstakingly set up the formation again. When he turned around, he saw Jian Lin looking at him affectionately.
Her gaze was as sweet as it could be, but the Demon Lord didn't appreciate it. He coldly interrupted, "Don't make me do everything. We need to save your senior sister. You put the tables in the correct positions. I'll say this in advance: if you damage my formation again, I will absolutely not do it a third time. I mean what I say, I'm not joking."
Jian Lin's spirits lifted, and she quickly responded with two sounds, carefully moving the tables.
Only when she started working did she realize how difficult this was. The table legs had to be embedded in the formation without any deviation. Jian Lin dared not be careless, fearing that changing the formation even slightly would affect the process of Lin Zhi repairing her Golden Core.
She held her breath, concentrated, and carefully aimed at the four points before lowering them.
The Demon Lord suddenly coughed heavily. Jian Lin's hand trembled. She looked up and met the gaze of that scoundrel, secretly competing.
"Lord Chongyuan, I'm busy with important matters. Don't scare me," Jian Lin said sincerely.
"I just coughed casually. If you are disturbed by even this slight influence, then you will never achieve great breakthroughs in the future," the Demon Lord said seriously, "I am helping you cultivate, so don't be polite."
Jian Lin couldn't refute him, so she slowly and precisely placed the square table under the Demon Lord's threat. After succeeding, she realized she had broken out in a cold sweat on her back, all due to nervousness.
"Actually, there's something I forgot to tell you," the Demon Lord said with a smile in his eyes, maliciously, "As long as the connecting lines are not broken, it won't affect the formation at all. You can place them casually."
Hearing this, Jian Lin felt suffocated. Then what was the point of her being so serious and cautious just now?
This scoundrel was truly detestable!
She wanted to take back her words about him being her husband; he was too good at tormenting people.
Jian Lin quickly set up the other table. She was afraid her senior sister would be uncomfortable lying down, so she specially laid a cushion and placed a soft pillow.
After waiting for a long time, until noon passed, Wen Mingyuan's figure still hadn't appeared.
Jian Lin felt uneasy and went downstairs to wait. As time went by, seeing the sun setting in the west, she realized the seriousness of the problem.
She turned and ran upstairs quickly to find the Demon Lord. The Demon Lord happened to be coming down from the stairs.
"Let's go, we're going up the mountain!" the Demon Lord said without any nonsense and rushed out with her.