Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

Seeing that Duan Zhuoyan was unmoved, Jiang Qing gently bit his earlobe. Duan Zhuoyan's ears turned red in an instant, and his whole body trembled as if he had been electrocuted.

Jiang Qing just grinned as if he had succeeded, his eyes narrowed with charm, looking a bit like when he was a little fox.

When Jiang Qing wanted to touch Duan Zhuoyan's lips again, Duan Zhuoyan finally moved. He closed his lustless eyes, and his hands on the edge of the wooden couch simultaneously grasped Jiang Qing's lower back. With a burst of magic power, Jiang Qing felt a force bursting out from her coccyx, making her feel both uncomfortable and comfortable. A shallow tone came out of her mouth, and she fainted.

Duan Zhuoyan rested Jiang Qing's head against his chest, her loose hair tangled in his clothes and skin, a few strands fell to his mouth, causing a slight itch.

For some reason he kept this posture without moving, his breath filled with the fragrance of Jiang Qing. She was different from when she was a little fox. After she turned into a human form, she had a faint floral scent on her body.

After a long time, he pushed Jiang Qing away from him and let her lie on the bed. He turned his back to the bed and silently recited the meditation mantra twice. The light golden Sanskrit on his shoulder had disappeared.

The night watchman struck the gong and drum for the fifth time. Duan Zhuoyan walked out of the side hall and came to the garden of Jingren Palace. The calm surface of the pond was startled by the water flies and the ripples slowly dissipated. He looked at the water, and again put one of the Buddhist beads back to his chest. He moved his feet and sat cross-legged by the pond.

Jiang Qing woke up from the couch at the hour of Mao. She was still a little dazed as she looked at the palace lanterns hanging on the caisson above her head.

After she transformed into a human form last night, she seemed to... flirt with Duan Zhuoyan.

The only clear touch in my memory is probably the soft yet firm chest muscles under her palms that rise and fall with her breathing.

There should be no fox who doesn't love it.

But is Duan Zhuoyan so good-tempered? Even when she is like this, he can still let her be alone in the palace.

Jiang Qing sat up and looked down at her plain white gauze dress. Just as she knelt on the couch, her furry white tail ran out without warning.

She had no choice but to sit on the bed, holding her uncontrollable tail, and tried to use her magic power to retract the tail.

At this moment, Duan Zhuoyan was taken to the main hall by Empress Sun. The maid who was cleaning the side hall pushed the door open on time. When Jiang Qing heard the noise, she quietly jumped off the wooden couch and went to the window sill where she had gone out last night. The window had been closed by Duan Zhuoyan before, and there was a slight sound when it was opened.

When the maid heard the noise, she put down her tools and walked inside. Jiang Qing heard the sound of the maid getting closer and closer, so he jumped out of the window.

No palace maid had come to clean the Jingren Palace yet, so Jiang Qing breathed a sigh of relief. The maid also moved closer to the windowsill, thinking that perhaps the wind had just blown, which caused the noise inside, so she went back to the door and started cleaning.

Jiang Qing sat on the stone edge of the backyard and thought for a moment. Then, a magical power began to flow and he disappeared on the spot.

She will repay the favor she received from Duan Zhuoyan later. Now she doesn't know why she is here and why she was seriously injured in the dense forest.

The only impression I have is that she doesn't seem to be from this world.

Why would the soul from another world possess a fox demon?

Jiang Qing left the palace with doubts and returned to the foot of the green mountain where Duan Zhuoyan saved her.

There is a village near Qingshan. As it is not far from the royal city, emperors of all dynasties have set up post stations here, and there is a constant stream of people coming and going.

Although its scale is not as large as the royal city, its prosperity is unmatched by other villages.

Jiang Qing had no money on her, and she wandered around the village wearing a plain dress that Zhuo Yan had conjured up for her. Her appearance made her the focus of the crowd wherever she went, and people whispered about her wherever she went.

Perhaps because he saw the clear and innocent look in her eyes, her inexperience with worldly affairs, and her every frown and smile with a charm that he had not noticed, a fat man in luxurious clothes came out of the restaurant and blocked her way, asking: "Where are you from, girl? What's your name? Are you engaged?"

As a fox demon, Jiang Qing became more and more demanding about appearance for some reason. When she saw the cunning and desire in the fat man's eyes, she couldn't help but frown.

She ignored the fat man and turned sideways to walk to the other side.

The servants following the fat man suddenly surrounded him and blocked Jiang Qing's way out.

At this moment, Jiang Qing walked to a more remote street. There were not many people around. The fat man also came to the royal city from other places in a horse-drawn carriage to do business. He did not expect to meet such a beautiful girl like Jiang Qing near the royal city.

It turns out that the food is better when you live under the emperor's feet.

Seeing that Jiang Qing was unarmed and weak, the fat man immediately stepped forward and tried to grab Jiang Qing's hand, but Jiang Qing dodged.

"What do you want to do?"

Jiang Qing's voice was clean and clear, but his emotions did not fluctuate much.

"Girl, why did you come here alone? I have plenty of connections to help you, as a condition..."

Before he finished speaking, the fat man smiled lewdly.

"Really? Then can you tell me where the entrance to Qingshan is?"

When Jiang Qing arrived at the foot of Qingshan Mountain, he discovered that the road leading up to Qingshan Mountain was blocked by a formation cast by Duan Zhuoyan, so the demons could not get close.

So how did she end up in there?

After hearing Jiang Qing's request, the fat man said that he knew the way, and slowly approached her again with a disgusting expression. Jiang Qing could not help it, and her hand covered by her plain clothes moved slightly, and the fat man was knocked by an inexplicable force and flew onto a group of servants behind him.

"Don't come near me."

She can find her own way.

The fat man was frightened by Jiang Qing. His face, which was covered with oil from eating, turned pale. He grabbed the servant's hand and shouted in panic, "Monster...Monster! Go away!"

Fifty years ago, the human territory was invaded by demons. However, the demons that had cultivated into human form were indistinguishable and hid in the crowd. The fat man encountered a demon for the first time and fainted after his eyes rolled back.

Jiang Qing watched as the servants hurriedly carried their master away.

She just wanted to make the fat man suffer a little.

Jiang Qing blinked, turned around and wanted to leave, but suddenly she felt a breeze floating around her body, and she caught the breath of her fellow tribesmen. Her hand instantly clamped around the person who was holding her wrist.

She turned around and saw a woman dressed in purple. Her appearance was almost the same as Jiang Qing's. One could tell that the woman had unfathomable magical powers and there was a hint of sadness between her brows.

Jiang Qing frowned subconsciously and her heart beat faster. This was her kind.

The nine-tailed white fox clan.

"What...can I do for you?"

The woman just stared at Jiang Qing's face, as if she was looking at an old friend through Jiang Qing.

They are so similar. Ye Wan looked carefully at Jiang Qing's eyebrows.

Jiang Qing was puzzled, but quietly let her watch.

The clue to her identity still depends on the woman in front of her.

The woman took a long time to look away, and said in a gentle voice, "You are Jiang Qing, right?"