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Chapter Thirty For Self-Preservation

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    Calm is always temporary.

    Under Yan Ji's comfort, Zi Ning calmed down for a day, but the bad news still came early the next morning.

    In front of the gate of the Wulin League, the two four-star disciples who were laughing at the human head tower of the Demon Cult yesterday died tragically under the human head tower overnight.

    The limbs and torso were cut into several sections, and the corpses were dumped in the southeast, northwest, and some internal organs had disappeared.

    This is the vengeance of the evil cult remnants against the Wulin League and the entire Righteous Way.

    If Yanji can't be moved, there will naturally be other people venting their anger. Twelve years ago, there was a blood feud, and the Demon Cult will not let any party go.

    The rivers and lakes shook.

    The servants went to track down the whereabouts of the murderer and investigate the information of the Demon Cult.

    Yanji drank the last dose of medicine, and Dr. Chu said that his vision would return to normal later today.

    Zi Ning stood beside him, shaking his head quietly.

    When she heard the tragic news, she couldn't shake off the thought that she might be used by the Demon Cult.

    It is absolutely impossible for the Demon Sect to be merciful, since it has reached out to her, it will not let it go easily, and she is in danger, and may even hurt Yanji.

    However, Yan Ji didn't seem to care.

    He is determined, arrogant, almost aloof.

    Because of his own strength, he has no hesitation or worry, completely different from Zi Ning.

    She is beautiful and weak, no matter how much she learns about chores, in the end she just serves men, but Yanji

    He moved her dodder to his home and planted it, but he refused to let her be entangled. He only watered and fertilized her, and wanted to make her a tree that could not rely on.

    Zi Ning didn't blame him, this year was very good and peaceful.

    But it can't work now, the Demon Cult is very dangerous to her.

    She has to protect herself.

    She wants to cling to him, conquer him, and let him protect her. Years of habits have become instincts. She doesn't need to think too much, knowing that this is the best way she can do.

    ?No man can escape her seduction

    He is so cold now, it must be

    Can't give up, she hasn't really tried yet.

    Yanji seemed to have sensed something, and turned to look at her in the sunlight, his vision was hazy.

    Zi Ning lowered his head and hugged the black sheath sword tightly.

    Yan Ji never let anyone get close to him. As a warrior with keen five senses, it is even more difficult for ordinary people to touch him.

    But fortunately, she is a personal servant girl, and there are many opportunities for her.

    But it's better to do it without a trace, quietly, and it's better to be no different from what you do every day.

    just a little bit more

    Zining washed his hands for him.

    Yanji lowered her head and let her fiddle with it.  He is tall and has big hands, with straight and slender joints.  He had calluses on his fingertips, and when he stroked them in the water, he felt a strange sense of ambiguity.

    The fingertips were close together, she seemed to be able to touch his fingerprints, circle by circle, spirally rubbing across her fingertips, her fingertips were crushed by his cocoon.

    Then she stroked his palm and the back of his hand. His palm was rough, but the back of his hand was smooth. On one side was a pampered nobleman, and on the other side was a swordsman.

    How contradictory, this is him.

    When her fingertips slid back and forth from his hand, he stretched out his five fingers, the fingertips were slightly curled up, and there were faintly protruding meridians on the back of his hand.

    His bones were surprisingly hard, as if they were made of iron.

    Zi Ning washed his hands, and then dried the water on his hands with a cloth.

    She let go of him, and he slowly clenched his fingers into fists.

    Put your fingers together one by one.

    Zi Ning didn't know why, but when he saw the movement of his fingers, he felt flustered.

    Thinking of doing a little more today without a trace

    She took his hand again: "Master."

    Yanji's fisted hand stayed in her small, delicate and white palm like a petal.

    He didn't move.

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