Chapter 135 Evil Table

Zhu Rong was wearing a floral dress with a brown coat, dressed in a simple and fashionable style, with a bit of mature woman's dignity and elegance.

"Yo, isn't this Chi Yue An's ex-wife? Is she here to avenge her ex-husband, or to thank our Yuanshi for acting on behalf of Heaven and cleaning up the mess for you?"

Perhaps the woman's hot and covetous gaze stimulated Guan Ya. The old driver's words were barbed, with a hidden needle in the cotton, as she smiled.

Zhu Rong reluctantly moved her gaze and turned to Guan Ya, saying indifferently, "Who are you?"

Zhang Yuanqing quickly said, "She's my girlfriend."

He took the opportunity to put his arm around Guan Ya's slender waist.

Guan Ya's body stiffened slightly, and she quietly removed his hand, humming like a girlfriend who was unhappy that her partner was being flirted with by another woman.

Girlfriend… Zhu Rong scrutinized Guan Ya's exquisite and beautiful oval face, and her heart stirred.

She had two major hobbies: one was to keep male favorites, and the other was to seduce married men, and then whip and torture the men in front of their wives, making them watch their beloved husbands become her simps.

A degenerate husband, a wife in agony, beautiful love being polluted and destroyed. But Zhu Rong could gain great pleasure from it.

This woman was so beautiful. What kind of expression would she have when she saw Yuanshi Tianzun kneeling humbly at the feet of another woman, or working hard on another woman's body?

To tear apart the love of such a beautiful woman would also be a delightful thing.

Zhu Rong smiled and said softly, "I'm very sorry about Chi Yue An's matter. Although he and I have been divorced for a long time, the Zhu family did support him behind the scenes. But I didn't expect that he would do such a thing for his own selfish desires."

Eh, this woman is actually talking like a human being… Zhang Yuanqing was a little surprised. He thought Zhu Rong was here to question him.

He looked at Zhu Rong carefully, without any lingering feelings for the beauty of the young woman, and looked towards the arena, saying indifferently, "So?"

No, seeing her reminds me of the Demon Lord's BDSM audio… Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself.

It's like seeing an AV actress in real life one day. You will definitely think of her kneeling or lying down, or her knees pressing on her shoulders.

Zhu Rong raised her eyebrows. Her words just now contained the power of a Musician. No man could refuse her.

Unexpectedly, this Yuanshi Tianzun was unmoved…

Taking a deep breath, Zhu Rong looked gentle, her tone carrying a hint of coquettishness, and said, "To express my apology, I would like to treat you to a meal and put Chi Yue An's matter to rest."

Hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing's face turned cold: "Instigating Chi Yue An to violate laws and regulations, imprisoning innocent women, forcing them into prostitution, and you want to put it to rest with a meal?"

Completely useless, my charm is completely useless… Zhu Rong's expression stiffened slightly, and she silently retracted the skills of her Musician profession, saying indifferently:

"You need to understand two things. First, the Copper Sparrow Pavilion has existed for ten years, and ten years ago, I had not yet married Chi Yue An. Second, Chi Yue An's actions have nothing to do with me."

"Since you don't give me face, then forget it."

After speaking, she turned and left.

Zhang Yuanqing watched her back leave, her waist swaying, her full, moon-like buttocks under her long skirt, which were very tempting as she walked.

Such a plump and beautiful figure, a charming face, no wonder the Demon Lord was reluctant to kill her at the time.

"What exactly does she want to do?" Zhang Yuanqing asked the old driver beside him.

The Sentinel's sharp eyes should be able to see something.

Guan Ya said unhappily, "She wants to sleep with you."

Zhang Yuanqing said unhappily, "I'm talking to you about serious matters, don't always drive."

Guan Ya raised her eyebrows and sneered: "I'm telling the truth. This woman has a strong desire to conquer and mate with you. Believe it or not, if you lie on the bed and do nothing, she will climb up and start moving on her own."

"There's such a good thing?" Zhang Yuanqing was surprised and delighted.

Guan Ya chuckled and said with a smile, "Knowing it's a good thing, you still refused. What method did you use just now to resist the Musician's charm?"

Zhang Yuanqing was stunned for a moment, then his face turned pale, and his heart was ashen.

"What's wrong?" Guan Ya asked in confusion.

"Nothing, it's nothing…" This topic was too heavy, Zhang Yuanqing didn't want to talk about it, and changed the subject:

"Has no one ever imitated Fu Qingyang and controlled rule-based items?"

Guan Ya gave a positive answer:

"Of course there have been. The Fu family, the White Tiger Legion, once set off a wave of enthusiasm for specializing in Insight. Many members of the Fu family even began to practice slashing day after day. But no one has succeeded. After so many years, only Guo Hezu has entered the hall of fame in the field of Insight, and is called Little Qingyang."

After a pause, Guan Ya said:

"My speculation is that when Insight is cultivated to the extreme, all possible responses from the opponent will be seen by Fu Qingyang. At this time, he will end these responses in some way, and unavoidable rules will be generated as a result."

"Is your speculation accurate?" Zhang Yuanqing expressed doubt.

"Fu Qingyang also said so." Guan Ya snorted lightly.

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly had a deeper recognition of Fu Qingyang's evaluation.

Guan Ya is indeed trash. She clearly has a powerful talent, but she acts like a salted fish.

...

After Zhu Rong left, she did not continue to watch the match, and directly returned to reality.

She got up from the chaise longue, took off her coat, and walked to the bookshelf, gently pressing the mechanism disguised as a light switch.

The bottom of the bookshelf had a sliding rail. After pressing the switch, it slid silently to one side.

Behind the bookshelf was a dark room, lit only by two crystal lotus lamps, the light dim.

In the dark room, there was a table covered with yellow silk. On the table were candlesticks with two red candles, copper basins filled with glutinous rice under the candlesticks, copper coins strung with red threads, yellow paper charms drawn with cinnabar, porcelain bowls containing unknown liquids, as well as incense, copper bells, octagonal mirrors, and three ruby-like transparent leaves…

There was also a palm-sized wooden puppet.

This puppet had no facial features. It was the crudest human figure.

Zhu Rong walked to the table covered with yellow silk and stared blankly at the table. The name of this table was "Evil Table." That's right, it was an item.

An item left to her by the Demon Lord.

All the items on the table were part of the item.

Zhu Rong raised her hand and gently stroked the edge of the table. The voice of that person seemed to echo in her ears again.

"One month has passed, Miss Zhu, you have satisfied me very much. According to the agreement, you can leave. Oh, right, before you leave, I'll give you an item."

"It's called 'Evil Table,' a Witch Gu Master's item, of Saint quality, with the functions of cursing and weakening blessings. As the saying goes, a night of love is worth a hundred days of grace. In this month, we have been husband and wife every day, so this item is a souvenir for you."

"In addition, if I have the leisure in the future, I will come to the Zhu family to find you."

That farewell was Zhu Rong's eternal farewell to the Demon Lord.

Later, only last month, Zhu Rong heard that the Demon Lord had died.

"Demon Lord, you died too early. How could you die so easily? You should have been killed by me personally…" Zhu Rong murmured to herself, her eyes filled with sadness and joy, hatred and resentment.

A guy who doesn't keep his word.

Zhu Rong took a deep breath, a morbid smile appearing on her delicate face.

"But it doesn't matter, I have found your replacement. I will make him suffer as you did to me, let him sink into carnal desires, let him lose his dignity, let him never forget me…"

She picked up a leaf and threw it into the brass mortar, and crushed it gently with a pestle.

Then, she picked up a small porcelain bowl and poured the black liquid from the bowl into the mortar, and continued to crush and stir.

When the black liquid and leaf fragments were fully mixed, she spread out the yellow paper charm, picked up a fine brush, dipped it in the "ink" in the mortar, and wrote four characters:

Yuanshi Tianzun.

Putting down the fine brush, Zhu Rong stuck the yellow paper charm on the puppet. After a while, the puppet's face grew facial features, which were exactly the appearance of Zhang Yuanqing.

Zhu Rong picked up the copper coin sword next to her and gently pressed it on the puppet.

The weakening of blessings was completed.

From today onwards, Yuanshi Tianzun would be plagued by bad luck, so unlucky that his teeth would get stuck even when drinking cold water. Three days later, his blessings would be exhausted and he would die in an accident.

As long as he didn't reach the Saint realm, he would never be able to escape.

Moreover, the weakening of blessings did not directly inflict damage. It was silent and imperceptible.

The victim would only wonder why his luck had suddenly deteriorated. But Zhu Rong did not intend to let that kid die, but let him suffer for two days, and then come forward to coerce him.

She originally wanted to seduce him first, and then coerce him, so she deliberately invited Yuanshi Tianzun to dinner just now, but unexpectedly the kid ignored her charm.

Then there was nothing to say, she would directly use magic to make him submit, and then defile him.

......

The scenery in front of him went from blurry to clear, Zhang Yuanqing returned to reality and appeared in the bedroom.

The time was 11:30 a.m.

He twisted open the bedroom door, and a strong smell of cooked food wafted into his nose.

At the dining table were his aunt in cartoon pajamas, and his grandparents.

When his grandmother saw him come out, she scolded him head-on:

"What's going on with locking the door these days? Believe it or not, I'll tear down the lock on your room."

"Grandma, I need private space…"

Jiang Yuer heard this and laughed: "Mom, hurry up and check his trash can."

As soon as she finished speaking, her grandmother slapped her on the head and said angrily:

"A grown girl, always saying such nasty things."

Jiang Yuer covered her head, wrinkled her nose at her mother, and turned to her nephew who was walking over and said:

"Yuanzi, Auntie will take you shopping later." Jiang Yuer was taking a day off today, and her shopping desire, which had been suppressed for a week, was about to overflow, so she decided to rip off her wealthy nephew today.

"I'm not going, I have something to do in the afternoon."

Zhang Yuanqing refused coldly and ruthlessly. He had found Mr. Bill in the arena and agreed to meet in the afternoon to discuss a deal.

He only said that he was selling an item, but didn't say what it was, for fear that Mr. Bill would refuse on the spot.

He didn't think Zhu Rong was beautiful anymore. This was a very bad sign. "Go, go." Auntie twisted her waist a few times and acted coquettishly.

"I'm not going."

Zhang Yuanqing was cold and ruthless again. Just after he finished speaking and was walking towards the dining table, his feet suddenly slipped, his body lunged forward, and his knees slammed on the floor with a "bang," kneeling in front of his aunt.

Jiang Yuer widened her beautiful eyes and said in disbelief:

"If you don't want to go, you don't have to kneel down and admit your mistake."

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ps: I'll update first and then fix the typos. Going to sleep.