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Chapitre 36

"What's wrong with Yu'er? Is there something on my face? Why are you looking at me like that?" Ao Jun gently shook the stunned Yu'er and asked in confusion.

"No, no." The sway brought Yu'er back to her senses. Seeing Ao Jun staring at her, she immediately whispered shyly. She leaned her whole head on Ao Jun's shoulder, the pleasant scent of her perfume filling Ao Jun's senses, and her soft hands rubbed back and forth against Ao Jun's back, the teasing tone quite obvious.

She seems to be a master; even she, a woman, was aroused by her provocation. If she were a man, she probably wouldn't have been able to hold back long ago!

"Military Advisor Mo, Yu'er has something to say... something to tell you." Seeing that Ao Jun did not react to her teasing, Yu'er's soft and charming voice rang out.

That voice was so soft it could melt your bones, but Ao Jun seemed immune to it, and calmly said, "Yu'er, just say what you need to say! Also, don't call me Strategist Mo anymore, just call me Mo Jun."

"Then I'll call you Brother Mo Jun, okay?" Her voice was getting softer and softer, and the last syllable was drawn out.

Can I say no? Ao Jun suppressed the urge to vomit and smiled, "Okay!" Seriously, why does every girl call her Brother Mo Jun? She looks about the same age as them!

"Brother Mo Jun, I..." Yu'er hesitated, as if she were trying to hide her face behind a pipa. It was enough to make anyone's heart itch with anticipation.

But in her heart, she was cursing unladylike words: "Spit it out! Get to the point!" On the surface, however, she was all smiles, waiting for her to continue.

As if she had made a huge decision, Yu'er gritted her teeth and said, "Brother Mo Jun saved Yu'er. Yu'er has no way to repay you, so I... I'm willing to give myself to you." After saying that, she blushed and buried herself in Ao Jun's arms again.

Sure enough, can't we innovate by calling? Really. That's what I thought in the letter, but what I actually did was quite different.

Ao Jun awkwardly and gently straightened Yu'er, saying somewhat unnaturally, "I didn't save you for that reason. You don't need to repay me, much less... you don't need to repay me in this way."

"Does Brother Mo Jun not like Yu'er?" Yu'er immediately sobbed after Ao Jun finished speaking, tears streaming down her face.

Ao Jun frantically wiped away her tears, but the more she wiped, the more Yu'er's tears flowed, threatening to burst forth. Helpless, Ao Jun could only gently pull her into her arms and coax her softly, "Yu'er, be good, I don't dislike you."

"If you don't dislike her, then why did you reject Yu'er? I know, you must look down on Yu'er because she once fell into prostitution, so you think Yu'er is not good enough for you, is that right?" Yu'er suddenly changed her shy and delicate image, sniffed, and said aggressively, just like a shrew.

"Huh?" Ao Jun looked at the 'faucet' that had been running so loudly in front of him in a moment of surprise. Women really are fickle; it's best to stay away. (Someone seems to be a woman too!)

"The way you are, it means you're right, sob sob sob..." Suddenly, she started sobbing again, almost like Sun Wukong's seventy-two transformations.

"No, that's not it. I didn't look down on you. I like you so much!" Ao Jun quickly said, suppressing her surprise. As soon as the words left her mouth, she immediately regretted them.

Upon hearing this, Yu'er immediately stopped crying and smiled, hugging Ao Jun's hand happily, "It's true, Brother Mo Jun really likes Yu'er, then Brother Mo Jun has agreed to Yu'er's request."

A blush quickly appeared on Ao Jun's face. She scratched her head and changed the subject, saying, "Yu'er must be hungry, right? Why did Ying'er take so long to heat up the food? I... I'll go check on her. Yu'er, you should rest first!"

"But..." Not getting a definite answer, Yu'er was still a little unwilling to give up.

Just as she was about to say something, Ao Jun interrupted her, saying, "Yu'er, you should rest well! I'm going out first, be good!" Without waiting for Yu'er to speak, he gently pushed her back onto the bed.

In the end, Yu'er couldn't resist and had to obediently lie back on the bed. But as Ao Jun turned to leave, she grabbed his sleeve and said pitifully, "Brother Mo Jun, come back soon."

"Hmm." Ao Jun nodded slightly, thought for a moment, and then gently tucked the blanket around Yu'er before turning around and leaving.

The moment Ao Jun stepped outside the tent, his gentle expression vanished instantly, replaced by his cold and indifferent icy face. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and a cruel yet unfathomable sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.

On Tianyue Slope, a crimson robe billowed, and a silver mask, hazy, dazzling, and eerie in the sunlight, revealed eyes fixed intently on the thousands of innocent civilians writhing and killing each other in what resembled a living hell. A bloodthirsty glint flashed in his eyes, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips. It seemed the power of the Blood-Mixed Heavenly Stems Eight Trigrams Formation exceeded his expectations. Once the night of extreme yin arrived, he would be the sole ruler of the world; those who obeyed would prosper, and those who defied would perish. What 'Flame-Devouring Evil Lord,' what 'Cold-Faced War God,' what 'Number One Military Strategist Under Heaven'—all would kneel at his feet. Hahaha… Just thinking of that moment, of reaching the highest point and trampling all living beings beneath his feet, made his blood boil, and every part of his body scream with rage.

"Hahaha..." Cruel, ruthless, and bloodthirsty laughter filled the entire Qianlipo. The innocent people below still had red eyes and were killing each other without any reason. Even after the last one fell, Sheng Chi was still laughing loudly.

"How is it?" Sensing someone behind him, Sheng Chi stopped laughing and asked lazily, as if he didn't care.

Sure enough, a man dressed in a red tight-fitting clothes reappeared on Tianyue Slope at some point. When Saint Chi asked him, he immediately replied respectfully, "Everything is proceeding according to Master's plan."

"Mo Jun has fallen into a trap?" His tone remained nonchalant, as if everything was already under his control.

"Yes," the man replied respectfully, wanting to say something more, but swallowing the words back. His master was always unpredictable; it was best to speak less, or he wouldn't even know how he died.

"Is there something you want to ask?" Saint Chi asked lazily, still with his back to the man.

The man hesitated for a moment, and seeing that his master showed no signs of anger, he boldly asked, "Chiji just wants to know how you know that Mo Jun will definitely fall for the trap? After all, she is the 'Number One Strategist in the World,' and her wisdom is beyond the reach of ordinary people."

"Hahaha... Chiji! You call yourself a man?" Saint Chi laughed loudly, making Chiji's hair stand on end and cold sweat pour down his face. He regretted asking the question.

Is his master angry? If so, the consequences will be unbearable for him. How will his master deal with him? What did that phrase, "You call yourself a man?" mean? Could it be that his master is going to… Just thinking about how his master punishes those who talk too much and anger him makes Chi Ji feel a chill run down his spine. He regrets being born into this world. He has followed his master for so many years and has never known his thoughts or understood his temper. Perhaps his master is simply an unfathomable person.

"Chi Ji is extremely dull-witted." Although he tried his best to remain calm, his voice still trembled slightly.

"Haha...you're afraid of me?" Saint Chi turned around, smiling as he glanced sideways at Chi Ji and asked. Although it was a question, his tone was certain. This was exactly the effect he wanted. He wanted the whole world to fear him, dread him, respect him, and regard him as their supreme authority.

"Chiji dares not." Upon facing Sheng Chi, Chiji immediately knelt down, speaking with trepidation.

"Hahaha..." Saint Chi laughed loudly and walked towards Chi Ji. With each step he took, Chi Ji's heart trembled, which was more painful than killing him.

Finally, Saint Chi reached his side, slowly raising his hand. In the end, he couldn't avoid it! Oh well, perhaps death is a kind of relief.

Just as Chiji closed his eyes, preparing for certain death, Shengchi patted his shoulder and laughed loudly, "Get up!"

Ah! That's it? The master isn't going to kill him?

"Yes." Although she had some doubts, she breathed a sigh of relief and replied respectfully before slowly standing up.

"Red Jade is a rare gem in the world, hehe..." After Chi Ji stood up, Sheng Chi suddenly said something inexplicable, a lewd smile appearing on his lips. He still vividly remembered the intoxicating taste of Red Jade!

Seeing Sheng Chi's expression, Chi Ji understood the meaning of those words perfectly. But could someone as beautiful as a celestial being be like this? Could they also be seduced by beauty?

As if knowing his thoughts, Saint Chi smiled confidently and said, "No man can resist the temptation of Chi Yu. Even Mo Jun, who is rumored to be otherworldly, is no exception. Even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman, let alone with Chi Yu's methods. I don't believe she won't fall for her trap, hahaha..."

"Chiji, tell Chiyu to proceed according to plan. I will not allow anyone to ruin my grand scheme. I will not tolerate any threat." Saint Chi suddenly stopped laughing and said sternly. Although he did not believe that Mo Jun truly understood the Blood Soul Heavenly Stem Eight Trigrams Formation, or even could break it, this formation was of paramount importance, and he could not take risks. The extremely yin night was the best opportunity, but also the most dangerous moment. He would not allow any accidents to happen, and the most threatening person was Mo Jun.

"Yes," Chiji replied with a mixture of respect and awe.

"As for Yelü Ying, hmph, keep a close eye on him. His defeat last time made him very dissatisfied with me, and he's increasingly disregarding me. Hmph, I'll tolerate him for now. Once the Blood Soul Heavenly Stem Eight Trigrams Formation is fully formed, he'll know just how successful this formation he looks down on truly is. Then I'll use him as the first test subject, hahaha..." Sheng Chi first ordered through gritted teeth, but when he thought of Yelü Ying trapped in the formation, tortured to the point of madness and frenzy by his own subordinates, now the Long Cang soldiers of the Blood Soul, kneeling at his feet begging for mercy, a sense of vengeful pleasure filled his entire body. He eagerly awaited that day.

"Yes." Chiji kept repeating this one word as if it were the only word he could say.