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It is said that the leader of the martial arts world, Ye Jieyu, has truly married the Demon Lord, Beiming.
Rumor has it that Ye Jieyu's dowry is not the Mu Men Inn, nor gold and silver treasures, or beautiful and gentle maidens, but rather the Number One Assassin in the Jianghu, Mu Jingkui.
Leaning against the porch, Mu Jingkui's cold gaze remained fixed on Ye Jieyu, who was seated before a bronze mirror.
In the mirror, her thin lips were naturally tinted red, her willow-like brows curved gracefully. The bright red tassels hung down from her phoenix crown above her head, swaying gently with her breath.
"Do I look good?" Ye Jieyu suddenly turned her head, brushing aside the tassels in front of her, and looked at him with a bright smile.
For a moment, Mu Jingkui felt as if he could hear his own heart racing unexpectedly, an unusual sensation blossoming deep within him.
He stared at her in a daze as she slowly stood up and walked towards him. Her delicate white hands reached up to touch his face.
"Ye Jieyu!" He awkwardly turned his gaze away, pulling her hands away and forcing himself to suppress the strange feeling rising within him. "Do you even understand propriety and shame?"
Ye Jieyu suddenly tilted her head back, her autumn-like eyes gazing at him with complexity. "Does it hurt here?"
She pointed to his heart. She felt so sad—so sad that she couldn't even cry—because no one understood, no one knew what it felt like for a woman to don a wedding gown twice.
And no one knew what it felt like to wear a wedding gown when marrying someone who was not the one she loved.
Mu Jingkui was momentarily stunned as he looked down at her small hand resting on his chest. His mind went blank for an instant before chaotic images flashed through his mind, finally settling on a woman dressed in a bright red wedding robe.
He strained to see her face, but something always blurred his vision.
Ye Jieyu watched him in a daze, a twinge of bitterness rising in her heart.
With lightning speed, she struck his acupoints, and as his tall body fell, she caught him and dragged him onto the bed.
"Ye Jieyu! What on earth do you want?" Mu Jingkui glared at the small hands that were causing chaos on him, furious and embarrassed.
Damn it, he had fallen for it again.
Ye Jieyu smiled as she admired her perfect handiwork. "Not bad, not bad. Just hold on for a bit. Hehe, don’t worry, the acupoints will automatically release within the time it takes to burn an incense stick." With that, she pulled out a red silk scarf from her pocket and placed it over his head, patting her backside before turning to leave.
...
Demon Cult Headquarters.
A petite figure skillfully dodged the guards and leaped into Beiming's study.
The door to the study was gently pushed open, and an unusual fragrance suddenly wafted in. The newcomer shivered and quickly darted into the room.
In the darkness, the shadow approached a wall, small hands feeling around aimlessly.
Suddenly, a soft sound echoed as the wall on the right split apart, revealing a hidden compartment before the shadow.
A small face hidden beneath a black veil revealed a smug smile as she stepped into the dark compartment and lit a match. In the dim light, a red wooden box rested on an Eight Immortals table.
“Tian Xiang Dou Kou!” she exclaimed, her small hands eagerly opening the box.
Suddenly, countless cold arrows shot toward her from all directions of the secret chamber.
“Bastard!” The shadow cursed as she swiftly grabbed the Tian Xiang Dou Kou, a treasure of the Demon Sect, from within the box and then rolled to evade the incoming arrows.
With three quick leaps, just as her feet touched the ground, an arrow—unknown from where it had come—whizzed past and embedded itself in her shoulder.
“Damn it!”
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