Chapter 733: Chapter 733: National Demon Sprite (24)
Xun Yin’s trailing voice was so soft it seed sowhat seductive.
The corners of his eyes and his brows were touched with a hint of a smile, but the smile felt full of mischief.
It was the kind of wickedness that made one aware of danger, yet still, you couldn’t help being attracted to him.
“Xiao Yao, why are you looking at like that?”
“Co here,” Chuzheng extended her hand.
Xun Yin stared at that slender, fair hand, tugging at the corner of his lip, “Are you commanding ?”
Even Xiao Yue, that woman, didn’t dare to talk to him like that.
The Great Demon who dominated realms was very dissatisfied at heart.
This little demon simply had no regard for anyone else.
Chuzheng withdrew her hand, stood up, and under the dangerous gaze of Xun Yin, she pushed him down onto the couch.
If you won’t co over, then I will! If the mountain won’t co to , I will go to the mountain!
Xun Yin’s pupils contracted, “Xiao Yao, you…”
His words were blocked by Chuzheng’s actions.
The mobile phone fell to the ground with a snap, the intricately patterned clothes fluttered to the floor, covering the ga interface that hadn’t been exited on the phone.
–
On the couch, the two were disheveled, but there was nothing overly intimate in the scene.
Xun Yin lay on his side, with Chuzheng lying next to him, her head on his chest, her golden hair entwining with his dark locks.
Xun Yin picked up a strand with the tip of his finger, gently twirling it.
He had seen so many demon sprites, but never had one given him a special feeling.
Let alone stirred his emotions.
The little demon seed sowhat annoying, but deep down, he was pleased with her closeness…
Every touch, every kiss from her, set off waves of palpitations in his heart.
It felt as if it ca from deep within his soul.
So clear and profound.
Xun Yin let go of the strand of hair.
“You’d best not ddle with the Monster Tower, Xiao Yao. Don’t die on ; I am thinking of trying to like you a bit,” he said.
Xun Yin felt Chuzheng hug him, her face buried in his chest, “I won’t die, I still have to protect you.”
When had Xun Yin ever been held and told, ‘I still have to protect you’?
His heart quivered in response.
Xun Yin struggled to say two words after a mont: “Show off.”
Chuzheng was silent for a while. Xun Yin pushed her slightly and realized she seed to have fallen asleep.
Xun Yin couldn’t help but laugh, “Not afraid I’ll kill you, huh?”
–
Zhongli Luo, dressed in a small suit and shiny leather shoes that could reflect a person’s image, stood in the corridor like a little prince.
But at this mont, the little prince seed anxious, his fair little face almost crumpling with worry.
“Don’t worry, young master,” Zhuang Ji squatted down.
“They’re all so fierce…” said Zhongli Luo, “I don’t like them.”
“… Don’t worry, I am here.”
“Brother Ji,” Zhongli Luo clutched Zhuang Ji as if placing all his hope on him.
Zhuang Ji took a deep breath.
Today was the company’s shareholders’ eting.
After the death of Zhongli Luo’s parents, the only heir was Zhongli Luo, but he was too young, and such shareholder etings were beyond him.
For so reason, they had suddenly inford him this ti, saying that there was sothing very important and that Zhongli Luo needed to attend the eting.
Zhuang Ji guessed sothing might have happened.
But what he hadn’t expected was that these people would band together, aiming to swallow the whole company.
These people didn’t even bother with pretenses, outright forcing them.
Also, it was…
Now in the Zhongli Family, it was just him and the young master left.
And the young master was still so young, while in their eyes, he was also just a half-grown kid.
What these people wanted to do was to act as they pleased; there was no need for them to hide anything.
Although Zhongli Luo didn’t quite understand, he knew that those people were up to no good and didn’t agree.
When Zhongli Luo disagreed, those people incited the company’s employees to strike and resign, and all kinds of issues were reported back to Zhongli Luo.
Within a few days, the company fell into chaos.
Zhuang Ji wasn’t very familiar with the company’s affairs either, as what he had learned in the Zhongli Family was all related to demons.
“Brother Ji…”
With a bleary face, Zhongli Luo saw Zhuang Ji leaning over his work and ran over to him, climbing up his body: “Brother Ji, I had a nightmare.”
Zhuang Ji set down his pen, and with patience asked, “What nightmare did the young master have?”
“I dreamt that you died, so much blood…” Zhongli Luo clutched at his sleeve: “Brother Ji, you won’t die, right?”
Zhuang Ji, thinking of the last incident, said with so gravity, “Young master, if one day I really died…”
“No, Brother Ji won’t die.” Zhongli Luo embraced him.
Zhuang Ji couldn’t bring himself to say those excessively cruel words that followed.
He patted Zhongli Luo’s back: “Yes, I will protect the young master.”
After soothing Zhongli Luo to sleep and returning him to the bedroom, Zhuang Ji went back to his desk, looking at the docunts he could hardly understand, and rubbed his forehead.
What should I do…
Without the company, what will happen to the young master’s future life?
Zhuang Ji hadn’t closed his eyes for several days, and he was sowhat out of sorts.
“Zhuang Ji!”
Zhuang Ji turned his head to look, and there was Yu Su, dressed like a hooligan, waving at him.
An expensive luxury car was parked beside him, forming a strange contrast with his cheap-looking outfit.
“Mr. Yu.” Zhuang Ji maintained the etiquette of a nobleman.
“Just call by na, ‘Mr.’ sounds so awkward,” Yu Su waved his hand: “I heard that your company is in trouble?”
“…”
Yu Su handed over a business card: “The boss said if you agree to discuss Monster Tower, she’ll help you solve the company’s problems.”
Without waiting for Zhuang Ji’s reaction, Yu Su stuffed the card into his hand.
“I’ve got other things to do, I’ll leave first. Think it over and call that number.”
–
Chuzheng wasn’t sure if Zhuang Ji would call her, after all, both Zhuang Ji and Zhongli Luo were minors, and their way of thinking might differ from ordinary people.
Who knew if they would take a desperate gamble.
But it was only two days later that Chuzheng received a call from Zhuang Ji.
On the other end of the phone was the sound of the wind, loud and noisy, as if soone was running on a bustling street.
Zhuang Ji’s voice, amidst that wind, ca through anxiously and brokenly: “Save the young master, I’ll talk to you about Monster Tower.”
“Location.”
Zhuang Ji quickly reported a location.
Chuzheng hung up the phone, preparing to leave, when Xun Yin’s room door suddenly opened: “Where are you going?”
“Out.”
“I want to go too.”
“I’ll be back quickly…”
“I want to go out and have a look. If you don’t take , then let go out alone…”
Chuzheng raised her hand: “Follow.”
Xun Yin happily followed. Chuzheng wanted him to change his clothes, but in all those days, the clothes she had prepared had been untouched by Xun Yin. If he didn’t like them, that was fine.
If people saw him, at most they would think he was filming sothing.
“Whom are you going to save?”
“You heard?” He could hear across a room—did he have ears like the wind?
“Xiao Yao, I have very good hearing,” Xun Yin said.
Chuzheng felt that when Xun Yin called her Demon Sprite, it had an extra special flavor.
Like a very special nickna.
But looking closely at his expression, he still wore that wicked smile, with evil lurking in his dark pupils.
“To save a kid, keep quiet.”
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