Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

Jiang Qing was thinking in her mind whether she could trust the bald man in front of her, when she found that he was trying to take off the human skin mask on her face.

Her whole body instantly went into alert mode, and she once again began to resist the powerful man in front of her.

Duan Zhuoyan had already relaxed his strength because it was her, and was not paying attention when Duan Meng cut the back of his hand. The Buddhist beads on his other hand were splashed with blood, emitting a faint fluorescence.

Jiang Qing took advantage of the situation to jump out of his arms and landed on one knee with smooth movements.

Duan Zhuoyan felt strange for a moment, but he still stood up from the ground and exchanged a few moves with Jiang Qing without using any magic power.

Every move was fatal and drew blood. Duan Zhuoyan didn't even dodge.

After a few rounds, Jiang Qing felt very weird. This prince was too powerful. Fighting with her was like teasing a cat.

Jiang Qing's desire to win was suddenly aroused, and he couldn't help but use his ultimate move.

The double-edged flower knife attacked Duan Zhuoyan's face one after another. He dodged and stepped back little by little with his hands behind his back. At this moment, Jiang Qing also held the Dream Breaker in his hand and used light skills to tap the ground, quickly approaching him.

Just when Duan Meng, with its poisonous light, was about to pierce Duan Zhuoyan's amber pupil, he pulled his hand out from behind and pinched the tip of the knife with two fingers.

He glanced at Jiang Qing's eyes full of murderous intent and closed his eyelids. Jiang Qing was shaken away along with Duan Meng, and took several steps back before he could steady himself.

Duan Zhuoyan took one of the Buddhist beads in his palm back, and instantly formed seals with both hands and hit Jiang Qing, making him unable to move.

Duan Zhuoyan squatted down and calmly removed the human skin mask on Jiang Qing's face, revealing her stunningly beautiful face.

"What's your name?" he asked again.

When the Buddhist beads in his hand touched Jiang Qing's cheek, a little blood was rubbed off the corner of his mouth. In just that brief moment, Duan Zhuoyan was able to see clearly a corner of Jiang Qing's fate, which was once as mysterious as fog.

My beautiful lady, Jiang Qing.

Her name is Jiang Qing.

"Wuming." Jiang Qing's cold voice sounded at the same time.

She looked straight into Duan Zhuoyan's amber eyes as if going to die. The moment of looking at each other under the swaying tree in the moonlight went back a hundred years. The huge golden Buddha statue behind Master Bukong had a peaceful and compassionate face, and his eyes under his white eyebrows were somewhat overlapping. His dry hands pressed the sixth ordination scar for Duan Zhuoyan.

"Deep or shallow, the fate is the fate of karma, and the source of your origin."

Duan Zhuoyan looked up at the respected Master Amoghavajra. At that time, demons had not yet wreaked havoc on the world. He felt a slight pain between his brows, and a mark of karmic fire suddenly appeared between his brows.

The red mark engraved in front of the golden statue has survived hundreds of years and is now the moment when Duan Zhuoyan sees Jiang Qing again.

The jade-like finger pointed at Jiang Qing's brow from a distance, and she fell between the two of them.

Duan Zhuoyan walked over, picked up Jiang Qing, and slowly walked into Mingde Palace.

Why did she come here just to kill him? And why didn't she recognize him?

The hair of Jiang Qing in his arms rubbed against his exposed muscles, and faint golden Sanskrit characters appeared.

When they returned to the palace, Empress Sun had already left in a sedan chair, and everyone in the palace was at Duan Zhuoyan's disposal.

He dismissed everyone and placed Jiang Qing on the bed in the prince's bedroom. In order to avoid being seen, Liang Zun now moved to another room. Duan Zhuoyan lived in the prince's bedroom.

After tucking in the quilt for Jiang Qing, he sat cross-legged on the ground and began to recite Buddhist scriptures.

He was uneasy and wanted to wait for Jiang Qing to wake up.

There are two deep runes on Jiang Qing's body, which are not from the orthodox way. Tomorrow he will go back to Qingshan's Sutra Library to find a way to break them.

Jiang Qing woke up slowly after hearing the low humming in his ears.

The prince didn't kill her, but even brought her into the bedroom?

She was a little confused. This prince was different from normal people.

Jiang Qing sat up from the bed, with Duan Zhuoyan's back just a few inches away from her feet. Her heart moved slightly, and she wanted to pull out Duan Meng.

Duan Meng had already been taken away by Duan Zhuoyan, and she had no weapons left.

But just as Jiang Qing was about to get close to Duan Zhuoyan, he opened his eyes, and a faint golden light shone from his amber pupils.

Jiang Qing was stunned. It was the first time she saw someone who truly possessed magical powers.

"What's your name?" This was the third time Duan Zhuoyan asked her.

Jiang Qing inexplicably felt that if she didn't answer, she would owe him something. She opened her red lips slightly and said, "Jiang Qing."

Duan Zhuoyan didn't react much after hearing this, and there was no ripple in his eyes as if he had let go of worldly affairs. But he asked her again: "Where are you from?"

"Where is home? Why are you here?"

Jiang Qing seemed to have heard these questions somewhere before, but she couldn't remember where. She could only purse her lips and refused to speak.

If it was someone else, Duan Zhuoyan would not have asked this question, as he could know their life just by counting on his fingers, but he could not see through or calculate the person in front of him, Jiang Qing.

She was clearly a nine-tailed fox, a demon. But after two years of not seeing her again, she had become an ordinary mortal and even lost her memory.

Duan Zhuoyan couldn't even detect her demonic aura.

But the fact that Jiang Qing could stand safely in front of him meant that the demon pill was fine, otherwise Jiang Qing would have died long ago.

"Who sent you?"

Perhaps it was because he saw that Duan Zhuoyan did not punish her just because she came to assassinate him, the balance in his heart slightly tilted from the Dark Guard Camp to him.

"Dark Guard Camp."

Jiang Qing saw Duan Zhuoyan lowering his head in deep thought, and the scar on his head came into view.

"Are you the secret guard there?"

"...yes."

The Dark Guard Battalion was created to protect the royal family, so how could they come to assassinate Liang Zun?

Jiang Qing suddenly stopped thinking about how to escape. Instead, she felt that it was more important to stay and find out why the Dark Guard Camp sent her to assassinate the prince.

Then she met Duan Zhuoyan's eyes, "I'm here to assassinate you."

"Ah."

"If I fail, I will die."

No matter how Jiang Qing recalled it later, she clearly remembered that at that moment, under the light of the palace lanterns, Duan Zhuoyan's pupils contracted because of her words.

Jiang Qing smiled, and her charming face made the red walls and glazed tiles lose their color at this moment.

If Jiang Qing still had a weapon in her hand, Duan Zhuoyan would have been killed by her.

"You will not."

The poison of mortals is easy to cure. Duan Zhuoyan stood up from the ground, and the white porcelain bottle appeared out of thin air, and was safely handed to Jiang Qing. "Eat it, and all the poison will be gone."

After he finished speaking, a golden light appeared all over his body, and the Dharma instrument, the Buddhist staff, was tightly clenched in his palm. He drew a circle towards the bed where Jiang Qing was, and the golden light slowly faded away. Jiang Qing was extremely surprised to see him making such a scene, and then he saw Duan Zhuoyan turn around and walk out.

"May I ask the prince's Buddhist name?" Jiang Qing also asked as a courtesy.

"The name is Zhuoyan."

The answer was irrelevant to the question, but after getting the answer, Jiang Qing wanted to look at the detoxification pill in the porcelain bottle. There was only a small black pill in it.

Jiang Qing closed her eyes and recalled the details of what had happened since she met Duan Zhuoyan. Could this man be trusted? Would this pill kill her?

She suddenly remembered that when Duan Zhuoyan realized that she was about to bite the poison through her teeth, he pinched her jaw tightly.

If death occurs, it is due to time and fate.

Jiang Qing swallowed the black pill in one gulp. In just a few moments, she felt her muscles ache and her blood boiling. Just as she was about to press her acupoints, a fishy and sweet taste surged into her throat. A stream of black blood suddenly spurted out.