Chapter 177 Your wife is not here tonight, so I’m here to step on you again!

Qin Muye’s wish is actually... to accompany the birth of a baby?
Li Hong was a little confused. This kid was not only his son-in-law, but also half a student to him. From being ignorant about the political situation to being able to handle all kinds of situations with ease, no matter how ridiculous it seemed, he could actually grasp the right measure.

This child is very talented. If he is well trained, he will have the potential to become a capable official.

But now it seems that as a subject, he still has a huge flaw.

That means taking feelings too seriously.

Many times, political views and emotions cannot be reconciled.

For example, what happened between him and Bai Yujie.

Whether from the perspective of the emperor or the father-in-law, he didn't want him to get too close to Bai Yuji.

In the past few months, he has also kept a good sense of proportion and never mentioned meeting Bai Yuji to himself.

But now...

Li Hong shook his head and smiled: "Okay! You can go over on the day she gives birth."

"Thank you, Father!"

Qin Muye breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he could go, it would be fine.

Although there is a live puppet rabbit, it is actually just a camera. It is completely different from having a real person there in person.

He stood up and said, "Don't worry, Father. I will definitely live up to my mission during this trip to the ruins."

"Ok!"

Li Hong nodded: "Go down!"

"Resign, kid!"

Qin Muye bowed again and strode out of Yongqing Palace.

Li Hong looked at his departing back for a long time without saying a word.

From the perspective of ministers and politicians, Qin Muye's performance must have been flawed.

But he must be a qualified husband.

There are many dilemmas in this world. If you want to do well, you have to give up one of them completely.

Qin Muye, however, seemed to be pursuing the best of both worlds all the time, even if the means he used were not very sophisticated.

Xing Luo she...

Met a good husband.

In this respect, she is luckier than her mother.

Li Hong smiled, picked up the pen, and prepared to continue reviewing the memorials.

But the tip of the pen hung in the air for a long time and never fell.

He forgot.

He recalled the time when he was still a prince, with a beautiful woman by his side.

At that time, Wanjun would not ask him to accompany her.

She would just sit quietly beside him and look at him with a smile.

Sometimes he would feel guilty for neglecting his wife and children for the throne that he had not yet obtained.

Pu Wanjun could only say: "Brother Hong, I like the way you were when you were studying. Yi'er looks like you and will grow up to be a man like you. We won't blame you."

Unfortunately.

From the moment he ascended the throne, there was no way to have the best of both worlds.

Li Hong's breathing was trembling and his eyes were a little red.

But in the end, I didn't cry.

He put down his pen and memorials, slowly stood up, looked at Eunuch Hong, and said in a calm and cold voice: "Help me to bed!"

……

As usual, Ao Jin went back to the Honglu Temple to sleep.

This was a rare moment of peace and quiet for her.

Although Qiwu was very honest during this period and devoted all his attention to learning literature and literacy.

But from what she knew about Qiwu, this enthusiasm would last less than a month.

After a month, he would start to take credit for his small achievements and try to get intimate.

It's just a bit annoying during this period.

As long as I can say a few reasonable words, I can still suppress it.

But once he learned all the words, the desire that had been accumulating for several months would be released all at once.

I have to think of a way to get rid of him before that.

The old demon king has a high tolerance for himself, but it also has certain limits.

I can feel disgusted with Xiao Qiwu.

But you must never show any "rebellious intentions"!
This limit is very subtle and difficult to grasp.

Correct!
Got to get rid of him.

Otherwise...kill him!

Ao Jin took a deep breath, took out another black scale that looked like uncut jade, and quickly injected magic power into it.

soon.

The old demon king's voice rang out from the scales: "Jin'er, is there anything else?"

Ao Jin nodded and said, "Godfather! For this trip to the ruins, the three half-step demon kings are all outsiders. I don't think it's safe."

"Oh?"

The old demon king was very patient: "Why is it not safe?"

Ao Jin took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "The Divine Envoy needs another Great Saint Temple, but this Great Saint Temple does not necessarily have to be built together with us!"

As soon as these words came out.

The old demon king also fell into silence for a long time.

He knew Ao Jin's intention very well. Once the envoy of God took the risk and promised the benefits that originally belonged to the Demon King Palace to those half-step Demon Kings, there would be no certain consequences.

For God's messenger, cooperating with the Half-Step Demon King is always less risky than cooperating with himself.

It's nothing more than losing the command of the beast tide, and it will take longer to manage the throne of Baiyue.

Use time to reduce risk.

The messenger of God may not make this choice.

But it's not completely impossible.

long silence.

He smiled and asked, "So how do you think we should deal with this?"

Ao Jin said in a deep voice: "I don't know how strong the three of them are, but I am confident that I can beat any of them. However, there are three of them, and I only have one incarnation, so I may not be able to suppress them."

The old demon king paused and said, "So, you want me to come in person?"

Ao Jin smiled and denied: "Of course not! I still need to continue to warm up the dragon pill and prepare for the wedding. I just want to ask if you have another master of the same level. If they can come to assist me, I will be sure of success."

After saying this, she stopped talking and waited quietly for the old demon king's reply.

In fact, she knew very well in her heart that the moment she broke through to the Half-Step Demon Emperor, becoming the Demon Emperor was only a matter of time. As long as she was willing to persevere, she would succeed.

It is nothing more than a question of which will come first, the Demon King realm or decline.

Although most of the Half-Step Demon Kings will die of old age.

But it does not affect their rebelliousness.

How could such a master be willing to be a dog for other monsters?
Except for people like me who were semi-enslaved from the beginning.

She was almost certain that the only one in the Demon King's Palace who met her requirements was Xiao Qiwu, who held the old Demon King's essence and blood.

As long as Qiwu goes in, there will be a hope of killing him.

Even if there is no opportunity.

I can also use the reason of preparing for war to let him practice quietly during this period of time and stop bothering me.

Ao Jin just waited quietly, waiting for the old demon king's reply.

After a long silence.

The old demon king smiled and said, "Qi'er is such a master, but you also know that he has a hidden illness and cannot take this risk."

Ao Jin was silent for a while: "Inside the ruins..."

The old demon king's tone was full of trust: "I believe you can handle it! What's more, you are only the incarnation of a half-step demon king, and your strength is not limited to this. If things really get out of control, you only need to explode your physical body, and those so-called masters inside will not be able to stop you!"

Ao Jin was shocked: "Godfather! This incarnation is..."

The old demon king comforted him, "It is true that the explosion of your avatar will cause you great damage, but when has your father ever treated you unfairly? How could I leave you alone? Besides, you will return to your family sooner or later. Qi'er dotes on you. What's the point of having too strong a cultivation base?"

Ao Jin: “???”

The old demon king smiled and said, "It's decided. When you come out of the ruins, your father will celebrate your success!"

Say it.

The black scales lost their luster.

Ao Jin sat in the chair without much excitement.

Just sitting there quietly.

Not even a sigh was uttered.

After a long time.

Qin Muye's voice came from the scales: "Don't be difficult..."

Ao Jin said indifferently: "When did I ever say I was sad?"

Qin Muye sighed softly: "Actually, I can understand..."

Ao Jin interrupted again: "This is my fate. His answer to me just proves that I made the right choice. This is the gamble I set for myself. The success or failure is entirely my own responsibility. There is no so-called family affection or sentimentality involved."

Qin Muye: “…”

Ao Jin snorted coldly: "Also, Lord Qin, don't think that just by showing some cheap concern, you can influence my judgment of the alliance relationship. Instead of wasting your energy on this, you might as well think carefully about how to achieve our plan."

good good!
Is this the pride of the dragon clan?
Since the last time, the little female dragon's emotional circuit seemed to have been closed.

It seems that there is really no point in playing the emotional card.

Qin Muye stopped trying to please her and just smiled: "Okay! Since you are not sad, I won't bother you anymore."

Say it.

Then there was no sound.

Ao Jin was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Is your wife not back yet?"

"Ah! What's wrong?"

"My feet are itchy and I want to step on someone to vent my anger."

"No! I'm afraid you might have athlete's foot."

"Bastard!"

A hint of anger finally appeared in Ao Jin's voice: "I am a pure-blooded dragon. My true essence, blood and flesh are pure and flawless. How could I have such low-level filth? If you reject me like this, aren't you afraid that I will regret it after entering the ruins?"

Qin Muye: “…”

Ao Jin snorted coldly: "I'll go to the Emperor's Mansion to find you."

"...I just went out drinking with my aunt and stayed in Zhennan Mansion."

"Then you should take care of the clothes in advance, and leave after I step on them. Don't waste my time."

"..."

……

After a while.

Zhennan Mansion.

A golden light appeared in Qin Muye's bedroom.

Ao Jin was still wearing her usual official uniform, with her hair tied up in a woman's bun. She looked as beautiful and noble as ever.

But the coldness on his face makes people afraid to approach him easily.

She glanced at Qin Muye, who was leaning on the table drinking tea, and frowned: "Didn't I tell you to take care of your clothes in advance?"

Qin Muye curled his lips: "I am your ally, not your slave. When I am accompanying you to relieve your boredom, I can make some concessions. Now I am not in a good mood either, why should I coax you?"

"you!"

Ao Jin was slightly angry, but seeing how drunk he was, she felt that he was not lying. Some time ago, Qin Muye did cooperate with her in everything.

But this doesn't mean that he has been controlled by himself.

After all, before that, Qin Muye was extremely aggressive and had a firm grasp on the initiative of the matter.

His attitude in the past few days did seem like he was making concessions to please his allies.

It is not a wise thing to do to make him angry.

Ao Jin was very clear about this.

But I was still very angry at his dying attitude.

She pointed at the bed and said, "Then don't worry about anything and just lie there."

"Oh……"

Qin Muye was too lazy to refute and just lay down with his clothes on.

Ao Jin couldn't help but glare at him, then he took off his shoes and socks and took out the Hundred Flowers Essential Oil to apply it.

But I also feel that if I step on it like this, it will be like chewing wax.

There's absolutely no point in stepping on him.

So he threw the liquid bottle over.

Then he stood on the bed, stepped on his chest, and said condescendingly: "Help me wipe it!"

"not in the mood!"

"I told you to wipe it!"

"..."

Qin Muye curled his lips, poured the liquid with a strong floral scent into his palm, and then held her feet.

All I can say is that the little female dragon was not bragging, and the dragon's body is indeed free of impurities.

Her feet were flawless in shape, sound, smell and touch.

Of the five senses, only taste has not been verified.

It’s a pity that Qin Muye was not in the mood.

"Hmm~"

Ao Jin's body stiffened for a moment. She had always been confused about why women's feet were so sensitive.

I have crushed the heads of countless big monsters, it is impossible for me to have such a strange and useless reaction.

When I stepped on Qin Muye before, the excitement came only from his groaning and struggling.

How come this time...

Ok?
"Is this all done?"

"What else? Do you have big feet?"

"???"

The anger that Ao Jin had just suppressed surged up again, and he tore Qin Muye's clothes off with his feet.

Then he stepped on it.

The sense of touch seems to be more sensitive.

But why isn’t it as exciting as before?
Ao Jin was a little annoyed, and his movements became more and more violent, hoping to see Qin Muye's painful expression.

She did see this look.

But there was no expected euphoria.

The scene I saw when I was hiding in the closet that day kept appearing in my mind.

He and Li Xingluo...seemed very intoxicated.

Looking at their expressions, it was as if they were enjoying themselves when they broke through the Demon King and their lives were upgraded.

But why is it that now, apart from the painful expression, he only has boredom and dullness on his face?
Not only him, but myself as well.

why?
"Stop playing!"

Ao Jin withdrew his feet irritably and sat on the edge of the bed with a look of hostility.

Qin Muye turned sideways: "It's my problem."

Ao Jin was stunned for a moment: "Is this also your problem?"

"I'm not in the right state!"

"you……"

Ao Jin looked him up and down, and couldn't help but sneered: "You drank so much, what? Are you afraid of death too?"

Qin Muye asked back: "Do you think I'm afraid?"

Ao Jin: “…”

To be honest, she felt that Qin Muye was not afraid.

The last time in the Ruins of the Gods, when he went to snatch the Golden Pill of Ten Thousand Demons, his body was already close to its limit.

But he still dared to forcibly swallow the altar's consciousness and then fight with himself.

After the fight, he even blew himself up to take Pu Minglong away.

This kind of situation is enough to kill a master of the same level four or five times.

How could such a person be afraid of death?

She couldn't help but feel a little curious: "Since you are not afraid of death, why do you still drink?"

Qin Muye pulled the corner of his mouth: "I just wonder why there are people in this world who have done nothing wrong and have not intentionally hurt anyone, but still have to endure misunderstandings, indifference, and separation..."

Ao Jin: “…”

Qin Muye smiled and said, "Do you think I just wanted to win you over with cheap emotions?"

"Otherwise what?"

"I just feel that you and I share the same pain."

"..."

Ao Jin was silent for a long time, then suddenly sneered: "In this world, most creatures are destined to be exploited from the moment they are born."

In fact, the pride in the dragon clan's bones has always prompted her to say the second half of the sentence: Only when they exist, the nobility of those favored by heaven will have meaning.

Unfortunately.

It would be ironic for her to say this.

Qin Muye did not deny her statement, but just lay on his side and looked at her quietly.

Neither side said anything to ease the tension.

But the atmosphere softened at some point.

Ao Jin just sat there quietly, his figure still proud, but his back looked a little lonely.

a long time.

She picked up Qin Muye's clothes and wiped her feet sullenly.

Qin Muye was a little surprised: "Are you leaving now?"

"if not?"

Ao Jin asked back as he put on the white socks on his feet and slowly wrapped them around his slender calves.

After a while.

She stood up and glanced at Qin Muye indifferently: "The strong don't need to complain about themselves! This world has always been like this. The allies I need need to have strong wills, who dare to face the challenges head-on even if the sky is falling and the earth is collapsing, instead of..."

Qin Muye asked back: "Isn't it me?"

"you……"

Ao Jin choked and couldn't help but glared at him: "You are sometimes, but not now."

Say it.

It turned into golden light and disappeared into the room.

So proud!
Qin Muye curled his lips. He was already extremely drunk and was too lazy to take care of himself, so he just fell into a deep sleep.

Honglu Temple.

Ao Jin curled up in the recliner, his expression calm and indifferent.

A pair of feet were intertwined and twisting restlessly.

In my mind, the words Li Xingluo said that day kept echoing.

"I do believe that she wants to take revenge on her fiancé, but in fact, she needs to be understood and cared for more."

Why is there such ridiculous and outrageous remarks?

Why do strong people need to be understood and cared for?
snort!
……

The next evening.

Qiwu was sent back to the manor as usual. Although he was very resentful, he felt that he was learning by leaps and bounds. As long as he could recognize these words, he didn't believe that Ao Jin could find any other excuses.

So he left obediently.

Ao Jin closed the door, set up a ban, and then threw a ball of black mist onto the little turtle in the fish tank.

The little turtle was a little angry: "Why is it another turtle?"

Ao Jin frowned slightly: "Don't worry about these unimportant things. What's going on with you during this period? Why can't I get in touch with you?"

The little bastard cursed angrily: "Isn't it Qin Kaijiang, the killer?"

Ao Jin was a little surprised: "He found you?"

"no!"

The little bastard admitted it straightforwardly: "I was afraid he would find me."

Ao Jin: “…”

All we can say is that the oppression of Qin's expansion was indeed strong enough.

With Pu Minglong's ghostly escape skills, as long as he was willing to hide, she didn't believe Qin Kaijiang would be able to find him.

But he was still like a frightened bird, hiding everywhere, and even had to make time to contact himself.

Ao Jin asked: "When the ruins are opened next time, will you go or not?"

"go with!"

The little bastard laughed: "If Qin Kaijiang can't go, why shouldn't I go?"

Ao Jin nodded slightly and explained the situation directly: "The old demon king spent a lot of money to invite three half-step demon kings, and there should be many upper-level demons. The Mu family has three half-step war gods and seven upper-level masters. How do you plan to deal with it?"

"Tsk!"

The little turtle sneered: "Both sides are quite willing to give up."

Ao Jin asked again: "How is your infiltration into the Mu family going? Can you handle it?"

The little bastard was a little annoyed: "The time is still too short. The three who were granted the status of Half-Step War God by God are all the confidants of the charlatan. It is difficult to infiltrate them. I have only infiltrated four of the seven upper masters."

"What's your plan?"

"Did those Half-Step Demon Kings bring their trusted subordinates with them?"

"Have!"

Ao Jin nodded. They didn’t completely trust the old Demon King, so they brought a trusted master with them just in case of any unexpected events.

Pu Minglong smiled and said, "Then the plan is simple. I will let these four find an opportunity to kill their trusted subordinates! You act a little guilty and let them think that the Demon King Palace wants to eliminate them and force them to take action against the Mu family.

I need the Mu family to be half dead so that I can take them in as dogs!
But don't worry, I will give you a generous reward afterwards!"

Ao Jin sneered: "You have so many plans! If this happens, how can I explain to the Demon King Palace if I return empty-handed?"

The little bastard was a little impatient: "Then what do you say we should do?"

Ao Jin said in a deep voice: "These three half-step demon kings must all die!"

"are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy!"

Ao Jin's tone left no room for doubt.

She needed a turmoil in the demon realm to create three or even more pieces of fat for the old demon king.

Only with the intention of swallowing these fat pieces of meat will the old demon king have the possibility of releasing his true body.

(End of this chapter)

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