A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Keiko's smile froze for a moment, but she quickly recovered.

She lowered her head, her eyelashes trembled slightly, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of her lips, her voice as soft as a breeze, tinged with a barely audible sob:

"Mr. Ji is right, I was presumptuous."

"I thought... that these past few days I've brought Mr. Ji breakfast and chatted with him, and that we've developed some kind of relationship. But it turns out that in Mr. Ji's heart, I'm ultimately just an outsider."

"Indeed, how could I, a foreign woman, dare to hope to have any connection with such a noble person from Han? In the end, I was just being presumptuous."

As Huizi spoke, she raised her hand and gently brushed away the stray hairs on her forehead. The movement was elegant yet tinged with a hint of loneliness, and her eyes held a faint sadness. She looked just like Lin Daiyu, who had suffered a broken heart, a sight that evoked pity in me.

This combination of punches was executed flawlessly.

Anyone else would have been heartbroken by now.

I wish I could cut off my own flesh and feed it to her.

Just look at Sato, he's been completely seduced by that little green tea girl, Keiko.

That's a pouty-lipped face.

Huizi beckoned with her finger, and he happily ran over there.

Huizi frowned, and he became extremely nervous.

If Huizi sheds two tears, he'd be willing to take out his heart and let her use it as a football.

A promising young talent from the Yin-Yang Bureau was completely subdued, like an obedient lapdog.

They were completely under their control.

But today, Keiko Tea isn't made by Sato.

She was drinking Ji Zuodao tea.

Learn about the King of Tea from Ailao Mountain.

If Ji Zuodao were to turn into a green tea bitch, she would be a ruthless character that even the Empress couldn't handle.

With Keiko's level of skill, how dare she show off in front of him?

Isn't that like showing off your skills in front of Guan Yu?

After listening to Huizi's witty remarks, Ji Zuodao showed no remorse or pity whatsoever. Instead, he nodded repeatedly, his face bearing an expression that said, "You're right."

"Yes, Miss Keiko is right, you are indeed very self-aware."

"Huh?" Keiko's eyes turned into beady pupils.

"We really don't have much of a relationship. You brought me breakfast, and I accepted it; you brought it to me, I didn't ask you to. You chatted with me voluntarily; I didn't hold a knife to your throat and force you to talk. How can this be called a relationship? This is just wishful thinking."

Ji Zuodao counted on his fingers, analyzing the situation for her in a serious manner.

"Miss Huizi, you need to understand, feelings are mutual. If you're good to me, and I'm good to you, that's what feelings are. If you're good to me but I don't appreciate it, that's unrequited love. Don't you agree?"

Keiko opened her mouth as if to say something, but found herself speechless.

No, why is this person like this?

I said those things to make him feel guilty, to soften his heart, and to make him feel embarrassed to refuse me!

I didn't mean for him to nod and agree with what I said!

Does this person have any emotional intelligence?

Huizi took a deep breath, trying her best to maintain her gentle and charming expression, but the smile looked forced and strained.

"Mr. Ji is joking... I..."

"I'm not joking, I'm very serious."

Ji Zuodao interrupted her, his expression extremely serious and earnest, as if he were discussing some philosophy of life with her.

"Miss Keiko, it's good that you understand our relationship. The most important thing for a person is self-awareness. Knowing your own limitations and what you should and shouldn't do is essential for success in society. Don't you agree?"

Huizi felt like she was about to break down.

She's been bringing him breakfast and showing him so much care these past few days. Even a tough nut would be warmed up by now, right?

Does this man have no heart?

Looking at Ji Zuodao's smiling face, she suddenly felt a strong sense of defeat.

She thought she had almost won over this handsome young man these past few days, and was only missing unlocking the CG.

When I tried it today, the favorability rating didn't change at all!

What kind of straight man is this?

No, this isn't just a steel straight man, this is a titanium alloy straight man, a diamond straight man, a cosmic-level straight man!

Huizi is now in a bit of a dilemma.

She should back out now; her teammates are still waiting downstairs. If she returns empty-handed, wouldn't that mean she lacks charm?

She's been offering herself up for ages, and they won't even give her a second glance. Doesn't she have any shame?

Let's go in...

Huizi glanced at Ji Zuodao's wary eyes, then at the golden, glistening roasted wing next to him, and swallowed hard.

She felt that when this dog was possessive of its food, it might actually bite someone.

Ji Zuodao clicked his tongue, looking at her conflicted expression, and seemed a little disgusted.

No, I've made my refusal so obvious, why aren't you leaving?

Why do you have to be so shameless as to try and get a free meal?

That won't do. We don't even have enough to eat for our own family, let alone another mouth to feed.

Don't even think about it!

But then again, this woman has a really thick skin.

Having come this far, the fact that you can still stand here and not leave shows you're quite something.

Ji Zuodao was thinking to himself, if he were to skin this woman in the future, should he pour some boiling water on her first before peeling her skin?

He shook his head, temporarily suppressing the thought.

The most important thing right now is to get rid of this plague.

So he cleared his throat, put on a serious expression, as solemn as a leader about to give an important speech:

"Ahem, Miss Keiko, I think what you're doing is wrong."

Keiko was taken aback: "What?!"

"Look at you, you're a glorious lowly Onmyoji. What are your duties? To protect the people, to uphold justice, and to capture evil cultivators! But what have you been putting your energy into?"

Ji Zuodao stood up, one hand behind his back and the other waving in the air. His posture, tone, and expression were just like Hitler's speech in the beer hall—passionate, eloquent, and full of emotion.

"Think about it, those evil cultivators are out there killing and arson, committing all sorts of atrocities, and what about you? You're here thinking about eating roasted chicken wings! How can you face the innocent people who were killed by those evil cultivators? How can you face your colleagues? How can you face the Yin-Yang Bureau that nurtured you? How can you face your Emperor?"

"What you're doing is irresponsible to the people! It's a desecration of justice! It's the greatest insult to the Onmyoji uniform you're wearing!"

"You should focus your energy on your work! You should be arresting heretics! You should be protecting the people! Instead of wasting your time here arguing with me over a piece of roasted chicken wing!"

"How can you live with yourself like this? How can you face the rice you've eaten all these years? How can you face the expectations your parents had for you?"

Ji Zuodao became more and more excited as he spoke, his voice growing louder and louder, spittle flying everywhere, spraying Huizi's face.

Huizi was stunned by his harsh reprimand.

She stood there, mouth agape, eyes wide, completely dumbfounded.

No, all I wanted was a piece of grilled chicken wing.

How did it come to the point of betraying the people, betraying the Emperor, and committing seppuku?

But as she listened, for some reason, a strong sense of guilt welled up in her heart.

She began to reflect on her actions over the past few days.

Yes, she is an Onmyoji, and her duty is to protect the people and capture evil cultivators.

But she focused all her energy on pleasing this man, bringing him breakfast every day, chatting with him, and even trying to get some of his grilled chicken wings...

How can she face the innocent people killed by evil cultivators by doing this? How can she face the Yin-Yang Bureau that nurtured her? How can she face His Majesty the Emperor?

Huizi's eyes gradually reddened, tears welled up in them, and finally she couldn't hold back anymore and burst into tears.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I'm not human... I've let everyone down... I deserve to die..."

She cried and wiped away her tears, crying so sadly, so self-blaming, so heartbroken.

Ji Zuodao looked at her and nodded in satisfaction.

Yes, it works well.

Although it's unclear why, when she cried, her face had a strange flush, and she even seemed to be enjoying it.

But it doesn't matter anymore, the goal has been achieved anyway.

He sat down again, picked up a piece of grilled wing, took a bite, and then waved at Keiko:

"Alright, alright, it's good that you know you were wrong. It seems our conversation just now has deeply touched your soul. Go back, get back to work, focus on catching evil cultivators, and stop thinking about these messy things. Go on, go on."

While wiping away her tears, Keiko bowed to Himezado, then turned and stumbled away.

The figure looked as if it had just undergone some kind of spiritual baptism, both disheveled and devout.

Ji Zuodao shook his head and sighed as he watched her departing figure.

"Sigh, I've saved another lost soul. I'm such a good person."