C5 Afraid of snakes deliberately making things difficult for us

Chapter V

"Why are you so stingy?" Didn't I just dirty one of your clothes? If I pay, wouldn't it be fine? "

Feng Ling Jue wasn't going to let him go. He laid on the table, stared at him, and said with a smile, "Then tell me, where did you get this jade pendant from, okay?"

Jiang Chen didn't even raise the corners of his eyes as he concentrated on reading the book, as if he didn't hear Feng Lingjue's words.

Seeing that he was so serious that he couldn't find the slightest flaw, the smile on Feng Lingjue's face slowly faded as his expression became somewhat complicated.

From beginning to end, he didn't think much of him, right?

Lifting the corner of his lips, Feng Ling Jue rested both of his hands on the back of his head and leaned against the wall.

However, the more it was like this, the more he wanted Jiang Chen to hate him.

That fellow Hua Liuyue finally appeared seven or eight days after he disappeared.

"Aiyaya, it's been so long since we last met. Seeing that the Devil Monarch's complexion is rosy, it seems like we have had a good time."

Hua Liuyue walked over with a smile.

"It's been so long since I last saw you. I thought you were dead!"

Feng Lingju propped up his chin as he unhappily said this.

"Tsk tsk, the real culprit."

Hua Liuyue sat down next to Feng Lingjue, and laughed without a care in the world, "What's wrong? Who angered the Devil Monarch? "

"Cut the crap, have you found Shen Ling's Three Souls and Six Souls?"

Feng Ling Jue glanced at Hua Liuyue.

Hua Liuyue stared blankly, cold sweat dripping down in droplets. He took out a paper fan from thin air, lightly tapped on his palm, and said. "Almost there."

"Forget it."

When Feng Lingjue saw the paper fan, he immediately understood. It seemed that he still did not have a clue. He stretched out his hand to rub his glabella, "I will have the green light search together."

"Don't... "No ?"

Hua Liuyue suddenly stood up.

Feng Lingju narrowed his eyes, hiding a dangerous intent.

Prime Minister's Mansion

"Young Master, why are your clothes so dirty?"

The servant looked at the clothes that Jiang Chen had changed into. On the pure white clothes, there was an open and unrestrained ink stain, which was extremely eye piercing.

Hearing that, Jiang Chen, who was reading a book, turned his head and lightly glanced at the clothes, a cold light faintly sweeping past his eyes.

"These clothes are so dirty, they can't be washed clean ?"

The servant looked at the piece of ink and muttered, then raised his head and spoke to Jiang Chen. Jiang Chen immediately withdrew his gaze from his clothes and turned his head back, acting as if nothing had happened.

The servant blinked a few times. Had the young master turned around to take a look just now?

After a moment of confusion, the servant asked again, "Young Master, then are we going to lose this set of clothes?"

"Leave it, I'll take care of it."

Jiang Chen did not turn his head back, but his cold and clear voice sounded.

On the second day, Feng Ling Jue bought a new set of white clothes and brought it to Jiang Chen with both hands.

When a touch of white appeared from the corner of his eyes, Jiang Chen raised his head slightly. In the end, he saw that smiling face that was so devilishly delicate and pretty.

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Chen asked.

Feng Lingju said, "Here's your compensation."

"No need."

Jiang Chen said indifferently, before lowering her head. Her face was delicate and pretty, and her long eyelashes danced in the sunlight like dust, as though she was a little elf.

Feng Ling Jue suddenly thought of something, and an evil thought surfaced in his mind as he smiled.

"Hello."

Feng Ling Jue suddenly called out to Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen ignored him.

Feng Ling Jue once again made a fist with his hand, and knocked on Jiang Chen's table.

When Jiang Chen heard this, he could not help but frown. When he raised his head, he saw a black, long, wiggling object barging into his line of sight, his heart sunk as Jiang Chen suddenly stood up, his face ashen, staring straight at Feng Lingjue.

At this time, Feng Lingjue was holding a snake that was twisting its slender body with all its might, rolling back and forth while laughing.

Jiang Chen's expression was extremely ugly, the fists inside his sleeves were tightly clenched, his fair skin was riddled with veins, and his picturesque eyebrows were even somewhat disgusted. It was really rare for the usually calm him to have such an expression, Feng Ling Jue could not help but take a few more glances.

He hated snakes, and that kind of fear and disgust always seeped out of his bones for no reason at all. Therefore, sulfur powder was scattered all around Prime Minister's Mansion and there were a lot of flowers and plants to avoid snakes laid out in his room.

But how could this man know that he hated snakes?

The more Jiang Chen thought about it, the uglier his face became.

He was still the same as before!

Feng Ling Jue laughed and stood up, holding the snake in one hand and his clothes in the other, as he slowly walked towards Jiang Chen.

"Shen Ling, what are you doing?"

Jiang Chen's brows were wrinkled to the point that he could not wrinkle them any further.

"Either accept the clothes, or you can play with Little Black."

Feng Ling Jue stood there crookedly, smiling like a scoundrel as he stretched out both of his hands, offering Jiang Chen his choice.

Little Black was that little snake.

Jiang Chen put his hands behind his back and turned his face away, silently expressing his rejection.

"If you don't choose now, I'll let Little Black play with you properly."

Feng Lingjue grinned, revealing a mouthful of white flowers. He gnashed his teeth in delight, and watched Jiang Chen's wronged look, which caused a sense of pleasure to rise in his heart.

Finally, Jiang Chen surrendered under a snake as he slowly extended his white and slender hand towards Feng Ling Jue's clothes.

His fingertips lightly touched Feng Lingju's palm, which was ice-cold without any warmth. Feng Lingjue was stunned, but Jiang Chen quickly dodged and grabbed onto his clothes like a snake or a scorpion, and retracted his hands. He clenched his teeth as his dark black eyes filled with unwillingness.

If it was the past, he would have probably hacked this snake apart with a single sword strike, right? Where would they get the chance to be threatened by him?

Feng Ling Jue was slightly startled.

"Is that all? Let the snake go. "

He still did not look at Feng Ling Jue, and his voice was a little shaky.

Feng Lingju forcefully pursed his lips, and then threw the snake in his hand out of the window. He could only hear a shriek coming from outside.

"Why are there snakes here?"

It was Shang Qing's scream.

Jiang Chen lifted his head, coldly glared at Feng Lingjue, and the expression in his eyes slowly turned to disgust. Then, he swung his sleeves and returned to his seat.

"That's a good look."

He turned his head around and glanced at Jiang Chen. His shoulder was shaking, and just by looking at his back, he could already see how angry Jiang Chen was. He could not help but sneer and spit out a word in a childish voice, "Serves you right."

On the main street, Feng Lingjue was walking around while biting on a pear that was dripping with water. Not long after he walked, his arms were filled with strange little toys.

"Young master, take a look at this mask. It's good work."

The vendor of the mask said to Feng Lingjue with a smile.

Feng Lingjue picked up a ghost mask with great interest. Looking around, through the two large holes in front of him, he saw a familiar back figure. That gaze and that upright posture, it seemed like there was no one else apart from him.

"I want this mask."

Feng Lingjue put down a silver ingot, put on his mask and chased after him with big strides ?

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