The little princess was torn, and the demon emperor patched her up

Chapter 33 You Laugh, Damn It

The tree spirit roared: "Who allowed you to flirt in front of me?!"

Xiao Baojing: "Who is flirting? I want to kill him!"

"Beating is love, scolding is love, you two are clearly having an affair behind my back!"

The tree spirit is running wild.

Countless tree roots spread across the ground, and dense and sharp branches instantly extended to the beams.

The originally exquisite boudoir turned into an airtight tree house.

Xiao Baojing and Shang Bingjiu were like prey trapped here, about to be swallowed and digested by the tree spirit.

Shang Bingjiu said regretfully: "Can't you kill him?"

Xiao Baojing was about to cry: "Brother! My big brother! Open your eyes and take a look. Do you really think that a little monster like me who can't even transform can kill a big monster like him?! If you want me to die, you can just say it directly!"

Shang Bingjiu: "Okay then."

Xiao Baojing was frantic: What does "Okay then" mean? !
He is a demon hunter, so will he save her or not?

The tree spirit swung Xiao Baojing around the room like a washing machine.

Xiao Baojing tightly grabbed the branch that was strangling her neck, her brains were almost shaken!
The peddler's clear voice came from below: "Go on."

He drew a sword that adorned the wall of his boudoir and threw it to her.

Xiao Baojing quickly caught the sword and cut off the branches that were entangled with her with one sword.

Shang Bingjiu raised his palm.

His fingertips pulled the red threads connecting the girl's limbs, as if Yanshi was about to perform his most proud work.

As he plucked the red silk thread, the girl transformed into a light and fluttering butterfly in the air. Although she did not know how to dance with a sword, under Shang Bingjiu's control, she performed beautiful sword skills.

The girl's moves were fierce, her bright red wedding gown fluttered wantonly, and her slender white wrists made countless beautiful sword flowers with a casual turn, just like a pear blossom rain in the dim boudoir.

Xiao Baojing was surprised: "Oh my god, I can dance with a sword!"

The tree spirit sneered: "What a fancy thing!"

He swung the branch.

The tree branch swept across Xiao Baojing's waist and knocked her directly against the wall!

Xiao Baojing grinned, and her pretty face behind the golden bead veil looked distorted and hideous.

Shang Bingjiu chuckled softly.

Xiao Baojing covered his waist: "You laugh at me, damn it——"

Before she could finish her scolding, a cool, slender hand covered her eyes.

The young man in Taoist robes and with a fox face looked at her through the golden beaded veil, his fox eyes full of affection: "Little princess, you are of noble status, how can you say dirty words?"

Xiao Baojing was anxious: "No, if you don't let me speak, then why don't you cover my mouth? Why are you covering my eyes?"

Shang was drunk and lowered his eyes.

He was very close to her, so close that if he moved half an inch closer he would be able to kiss her lips.

He stared at her lips, which were as delicate and beautiful as fresh petals, and asked, "Are you sure?"

Xiao Baojing clearly felt that the young man's breathing was very close.

This guy doesn't play by the rules. Is he planning to use his mouth to seal hers?
Just like the TV dramas she had watched, once the heroine started to gossip, the hero would corner her, knock her against the wall viciously, and kiss her until she blushed and couldn't utter a word.

But they just got to know each other tonight. How presumptuous of them to kiss each other when they first arrived!

She coughed lightly, and a suspicious blush crept up the tips of her ears: "Well, I suddenly think it's good for you to cover my eyes."

"You two!"

The tree spirit was really angry.

He has been standing here like a living tree for a long time, but this couple doesn't care about his life or death at all!

He raised the sharp branch high in the air and rushed over, roaring, "I'll kill you!"

Shang Bingjiu turned his back to him and told Xiao Baojing: "Close your eyes, don't open them."

Xiao Baojing was excited and kept talking with his eyes closed: "I understand! You demon hunters all have your own exclusive secrets and ancestral methods, and you don't want others to learn them! Don't worry, I won't peek!" The little princess was so well-behaved.

Shang Bingjiu chuckled.

The dog's shadow behind him gradually grew larger.

The loquat tree spirit that came over with great momentum was swallowed up before he could even see his moves clearly.

A terrifying pressure permeated the entire boudoir.

He swallowed all the wildly growing branches and roots into his mouth, leaving only a leaf slowly falling, proving that the loquat tree spirit once existed.

The dark clouds dispersed, and the bright moon hung in the sky.

The extinguished lantern lit up again, revealing the mess on the ground.

The boudoir was quiet.

Under the light, Xiao Baojing slowly opened his eyes tentatively.

I didn't see the dryad.

She was stunned: "You solved the big monster so quickly?!"

Shang Bingjiu put his hands in his pockets, his fox eyes showing obvious ridicule: "Big demon? Is he worthy of being called a big demon?"

Regardless of whether it is a big monster or not, to Xiao Baojing, the loquat tree spirit is very powerful.

But the peddler is obviously more powerful since he can defeat the tree spirit.

She said cheerfully, "Then let's leave this garden quickly and send Ji Zhengyan to Yuhua Lane!"

She skipped out, but the peddler didn't follow her.

She looked back curiously.

The young man in Taoist robe and fox face lay on the bed yawning.

His voice was lazy: "I'm full and need to sleep."

"But now is not the time to sleep!"

Xiao Baojing hurried over and tried to wake Shang Bingjiu up, but he had already fallen asleep.

Xiao Baojing suddenly remembered that when he returned to Furong Town from the County Magistrate's Mansion, the peddler slept for three days and three nights.

Could it be that he... Could it be that he has to sleep that long this time too?
She had no choice but to sit on the edge of the bed and take out the bag of persimmons from Shang Bingjiu's sleeve.

She pulled out the Analects: "Ji Zhengyan!"

No answer.

She did not give up and kept calling out, "Ji Zhengyan! Ji Zhengyan!"

The pages of the book finally moved slightly, and a thin wisp of green smoke floated out, transforming into a scholar in wide robes and belts.

This time, Ji Zhengyan's figure was even more transparent, and the small fish-lantern crown on his hair was almost extinguished, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

Xiao Baojing quickly closed the window: "Ji Zhengyan, do you still remember that you want to go home?"

Ji Zhengyan slowly raised his eyelids.

After a while, he suddenly raised his sleeves to cover his face in a hurry: "Confucius said: Do not look at what is not proper, do not listen to what is not proper, do not say what is not proper. The young lady and I have never met before, why did you meet in the middle of the night? This is a disgrace to society!"

Xiao Baojing felt very tired.

She didn't expect Ji Zhengyan to remember more, so she just asked, "Do you still remember Yunniang?"

"Yunniang? Yunniang..." Ji Zhengyan murmured a few words, and suddenly his face showed sadness, "Yunniang is still in my hometown, hoping that I will pass the imperial examination and live with her forever! However, Ji Huaisheng, the son of the treacherous minister, stole my essay, and the officials of the Ministry of Rites secretly replaced the exam paper for him, causing me to fail the exam! If I don't seek justice, I will be ashamed of my ten years of studying by the firefly window and the snow desk, and I will be ashamed of Yunniang who made lamps for me for ten years! The treacherous minister misled me!"

His eyes were red, as if dripping blood.

Although he was clearly angry, his figure gradually faded away, and only a slight chilly breeze was brought about.

The crumbling figure was like a half-extinguished candle in the cold wind. If one was not careful, it would end up in pieces of soul.

Xiao Baojing was stunned.

But from his words over the past few days, I was able to piece together his life story.

(End of this chapter)