Demonic: The Unlucky Concubine of the Snake King

Chapter 22

Lu Jingming really wanted to be violent, but facing Ye Wuxin, the snake king who was countless times stronger than herself, she could only swallow her anger.

Who made him so powerful, but she was just an ordinary woman who couldn't be more ordinary.

Even if she started to practice, it would be completely different from his ability to perceive it.

Lu Jingming stood aside dejectedly, looked up, and saw two graceful and enchanting maids approaching, put down the refreshments, then turned and left silently.

Lu Jingming looked at the two of them strangely, why did the two maids look so stiff?

Her silent appearance made her feel very weird.

Bai Wuyou seemed to see her doubts, "They are all puppets, so they don't look like real people."

"Puppet?" She was taken aback, she really didn't see that the two maids looked the same as the real thing.If it weren't for the difference in demeanor, it would be almost fake. "They can't be human, can they?"

"No, they are all high-class puppets made by the Cangwu tribe. Not only are they good at cultivation, but they can also be ordered to do things. My king also has a puppet song and dance troupe sent by the Cangwu tribe. It's just that they all need spirit stones to function. stand up."

Lu Jingming's eyes lit up immediately, and she stared at Ye Wuxin curiously, but the man just glanced at her: "When you have enough cultivation, I will let you see it."

Lu Jingming curled her lips, what do you mean enough?
If he said he reached his level, wouldn't it be how many years?
Lu Jingming sneered, watching the two drinking tea, she couldn't help turning her eyes, and began to observe the palace construction.

Although the architectural form here is quite similar to ancient China, it is similar to Qin and Han palaces, elegant and simple, and the carvings are even more ingenious, reaching the extreme of simplifying complexity.

In a moment of excitement, Lu Jingming took out a pen and paper, and began to draw seriously.

At some point, Bai Wuyou had already left, leaving only Ye Wuxin watching her paint.

The wind blows the bamboo forest, rustling, and the bamboo pavilion is quiet.

Ye Wuxin seemed to enjoy the atmosphere very much, but half-closed her eyes, as if falling asleep.

The tea on the table was floating in mid-air, still being heated to keep it hot.

The fragrance of tea filled the air, and time passed slowly in the hourglass. Lu Jingming didn't stop until the moon was in the sky.

The painting has not been finished yet, but she only reacted when she felt hungry.

At this moment, three rounds of bright moons rose into the sky, and the moon stars were sparse, and the temple under the sky seemed to be sleeping.

She looked back, Ye Wuxin was sitting under a peach tree not far away, as if meditating.

When she looked at it at this moment, the peach tree was in full bloom, and soon, the petals fell, and the peaches formed, and soon the peaches matured and fell to the ground.

Then, the peach blossoms bloomed again, the peach blossoms bloomed again, and the petals fell again.

Lu Jingming looked at this scene in surprise, what is that guy doing?Could this be training?
But why did she only see peach blossoms blooming and failing again and again, failing and blooming again?

"Tsk tsk, he really deserves to be very capable. We don't understand this cultivation alone, and we don't know what he's doing." Lu Jingming sighed in her heart. Since she didn't understand, she didn't bother to think about it. She was hungry at the moment. He didn't eat the tea on the table, she came to eat it.

(End of this chapter)