Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 900 - 437 Heavenly Demon Technique_2

Chapter 900: Chapter 437 Heavenly Demon Technique_2

The kind of coldness was a chill that conveyed a tangible killing intent.

It was as if one was targeted by a venomous snake.

He almost instinctively reached for the long sword beside him but hesitated, retracting his hand to continue tending to the wounds on his face.

Jiang Yi took in the man’s actions completely, her lips curling slightly.

There was a hint of disappointment in her eyes, but also a sense of relief.

"Can’t think of a reason?"

The alluring woman had a barely-there smile on her lips.

Jiang Shouzhong thought for a moment and earnestly said:

"If I really have to say, then I can only say I still need to save your sister. I’m the husband of Qingchen, of Xia He and Qiuye, you can’t kill me."

"I can wait until you save my sister, then kill you."

Jiang Yi stretched out her slender, straight leg, resting it on Jiang Shouzhong’s shoulder, her toes gently caressing his cheek in a seductive manner, but her tone was very cold, "As for other reasons, they just make me want to kill you more."

Jiang Shouzhong said helplessly, "If I say I want to take responsibility for you, does that count as a reason not to kill me?"

At these words, Jiang Yi was stunned.

She stared straight at the man for a long time and softly said, "It counts, of course it counts."

After she said that, the woman started laughing.

First, her shoulders shook slightly, then her waist, like a willow branch, followed with undulating laughter, bending forward and backward, the corners of her mouth forming an almost exaggerated arc.

The originally charming and beautiful face now looked somewhat distorted.

Then the woman tilted her head back, her black hair cascading like silk, a few loose strands clinging messily to her sweaty forehead.

"Count... how could it not count..."

The woman gazed blankly at the ceiling, tears glistening in her eyes, unclear if they were from laughter or other emotions, muttering to herself, "Jiang Mo, oh Jiang Mo, in the end, you are no heartless person."

"I feel, I have a responsibility—"

Bam!

The man hadn’t finished speaking when she viciously kicked him to the ground.

Immediately, Jiang Yi straddled the man, her slender fingers gripping his throat, eyes full of ferocity:

"You want to take responsibility for me? Fine, tell me, when will you cut ties with those other women!"

Jiang Shouzhong retorted, "Can’t I have it all?"

"Have it all?"

Jiang Yi’s lips curved, revealing a row of gleaming teeth.

She leaned down, cupping the man’s head in both hands, lightly pressing her lips against the wound on his forehead, "Are you really planning to have it all?"

Jiang Shouzhong could distinctly smell the rich fragrance emanating from the woman.

This scent was unlike regular makeup, more akin to exotic flowers from a mysterious valley, rich and alluring.

But the next moment, a sharp pain shot through his forehead.

Jiang Yi gently bit the wound, her pointed teeth nearly piercing his flesh, her lips softly sucking at the seeping blood.

Jiang Shouzhong winced in pain, instinctively wanting to push her away.

But as a cool, wet trace appeared on his cheek, his hand froze in mid-air, slowly falling back down.

Forget it, he thought, she deserves to vent.

Such a noble and proud woman, losing herself in such circumstances, it’s understandable that she holds a grudge.

"Does it hurt?"

Jiang Yi looked at the fresh wound split wide open, her tongue lightly licking at it.

Jiang Shouzhong frowned and softly said:

"Ms. Jiang, I know the idea of me taking responsibility sounds like a joke to you, but I still want to say, I’m willing to take responsibility."

"Oh, then I’m quite moved."

Jiang Yi now held a broken chair leg, pressing its sharp end against the man’s carotid artery, looking up into his eyes, "Jiang Mo, are you afraid of death?"

Jiang Shouzhong replied, "Of course I’m afraid of death, I’m afraid in the Capital, I’m afraid in Qingzhou, I’m afraid in Nanjin Country...

I’m afraid if I die, Qingchen and the others will be sad. I’m afraid if I die, there will be no one to take care of my friends. I’m afraid if I die, everything I’ve gained will be gone."

"You’re really quite honest."

Jiang Yi’s face broke into a smile.

She tucked the broken wooden piece into her hair, gently twisting up her long black locks, making a makeshift hairpin.

Jiang Shouzhong exhaled a sigh of relief, asking, "What will it take for you to calm down finally."

"Calm down? I’m not angry."

Jiang Yi tilted her head, her open collar slightly slipping, a few stray strands hanging over her fragrant shoulders and collarbones, rising and falling gently with her breath, stirring the heart.

Jiang Yi bent down again, holding the man’s handsome face in her hands, and softly said:

"Jiang Mo, I’m going to ask you a very serious question, and you must answer me seriously, okay?"

The woman’s beautiful eyes shimmered with emotions, bewitching in their charm.

"Okay."

Jiang Shouzhong dared not look directly into her eyes.

The change in Jiang Yi stirred a guess in his heart, but he dared not confirm it.

"Good, you’re truly obedient."

Jiang Yi laughed, her cool fingertips lightly brushing the man’s lips as she softly said,

"I have to admit, I was very happy just now in the bridal chamber. But I want to know, is it because you are very capable, or any man can make a woman this happy?"

The woman was indeed very serious when she said this.

Even the blush on her cheeks seemed to reveal seriousness.

Jiang Shouzhong was stunned by these words, and without thinking, he replied to her in an equally serious tone:

"Whether you admit it or not, only I can make you this happy. My ability is the strongest among men in this world. No, it’s not just should be. It absolutely is the strongest in this world."

"Really?"

The woman’s face carried a smile, with tears mixed into her laughter.

Jiang Shouzhong nodded: "Truer than gold."

Jiang Yi didn’t ask further, instead burying her head in Jiang Shouzhong’s chest, while her hands gripped his neck, remaining still.

Only the scorching breath scattered on the man’s skin.

After a moment, the woman’s fingertips trembled slightly, as if hesitating or restraining something.

"Jiang Mo... why does it have to be you?"

Jiang Yi sighed softly.

She slowly sat up straight, tidying the messy hair by her temple, her gaze coldly scanning the surroundings as she said lightly: "Do you know what I’m thinking right now?"

"You’re definitely not thinking about how to kill me."

Jiang Shouzhong said.

Jiang Yi didn’t deny it: "Right, so what do you think I should be thinking about?"

Jiang Shouzhong didn’t know if he should say it, but he just went for it, placing his hands on the woman’s legs, and said word by word: "I think you want to do it with me again."

Jiang Yi snorted and laughed out loud.

She kept laughing, and then once again, burst into hearty laughter.

"You... you’re right."

The woman’s eyes curved into crescents, with tiny crystalline tears at the corners of her eyes.

The next moment, her jade-like hand suddenly clasped Jiang Shouzhong’s shoulder, directly throwing the man flying away.

At the same time, a vast spiritual power emanated from the woman, with a faint pink aura swirling around.

Jiang Shouzhong crashed heavily on the ground.

Swish!

The woman appeared by his side like a phantom, kicking him away again.

The man crashed through the wall and was buried in the rubble.

Jiang Yi waved her hand to brush away the debris and dirt, pulling Jiang Shouzhong into her palm from a distance, tossing him to the ground before he could speak, creating a pit on impact.

"Speak."

The woman moved gracefully, her waist swaying as she stood coldly by the pit, looking down at the man.

Jiang Shouzhong spat out a mouthful of blood, smiling:

"Sure enough, your cultivation has recovered, the Heavenly Demon Technique is indeed impressive. What’s your current cultivation level? Saintly Ascension? Or directly Feathered Transformation Realm?"

"Do you think this is your achievement?"

Jiang Yi tilted her head and asked.

Jiang Shouzhong wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth, looking at the face that was more bewitchingly beautiful than ever, he smiled and said: "It must be my achievement. If we do it once more, your cultivation could be even more refined..."

"Shh..."

Jiang Yi raised a finger to her red lips.

The woman’s eyes were like two pools of autumn water, their shimmering sheen filled with soul-stirring magic: "I hit you three times because you made me cry three times. This time..."

The woman gracefully turned halfway.

The long legs and slender waist wrapped by her clothes were all visible, alluring hearts.

She leaned against the broken wall beside her, biting a strand of hair in her mouth, and bent down.

"...you have the skill to make me cry again."