They all became female demons after being reborn.

Chapter 77 Yang Yourong

Chapter 77 Yang Yourong (3/5)

As soon as you enter the hall, a soft, warm, and sweet fragrance lingers around your nose.

It's like the rich, sweet aroma that seeps out from a sun-baked flower or fruit after it's been sealed in an airtight porcelain jar for a long time.

Rich and sweet.

The source of that fragrance was currently reclining on a soft couch by the window.

Wu Cheng had seen many beautiful women, whether it was his senior sister, Qing Que, Li Anchan and Shen Yeshu, or even An Xin Zizai whom he had only known for a short time. Their looks and temperament were no less than Yang You Rong's.

However, they were all young girls after all. Even Gong Yuqing and Dugu Moli, who were also at the age of mature women, and Fei Yuan, the Daoist Master of the Extinction of Emotions, who was only briefly seen, did not have that charming feeling.

Okay, there are times when she's a cheap mentor, but she's essentially a regrettable older sister type.

Yang Yourong is different. If there is a benchmark for mature women, then she is definitely the epitome of mature women!

The sheep on the soft couch in front of me was plump and perfectly wrapped in a thin layer of soft meat, like a ripe peach, so full that it seemed as if it would overflow with sweet juice at the slightest touch.

Her eyebrows and eyes were extremely alluring, yet her phoenix eyes held a hint of nonchalant languor, as if nothing in the world could arouse her much interest. Even if the sky were to fall, she would simply turn over and continue sleeping.

At that moment, she was wearing a light purple, wide-sleeved robe.

The neckline was loose, revealing a dazzling expanse of white collarbone.

The skin below her collarbone glowed softly in the candlelight, the groove that rose and fell gently with her breath soft and deep, like a crack in a snow-capped mountain melted by the morning light, inviting exploration.

At this moment, she tilted her head, propped her chin up with one hand, and looked at Wu Cheng with a pair of smiling phoenix eyes. The candlelight reflected in her eyes seemed to reflect a warm feeling.

Her black hair wasn't tied up; it just hung loosely over her shoulders, with a few unruly strands clinging to her neck and swaying gently with her breath.

Wu Cheng didn't dare to look any longer.

However, she looked at him for a while before slowly saying, "You've lost weight."

Her voice carried a lazy laugh, as soft as silk that had been soaked in hot water and wrung out, with each word uttered having a very light, rising tone at the end.

Wu Cheng bowed and greeted, "Aunt Rong, I'm back."

Yang Yourong's gaze swept over his face and then landed on the wooden sword at his waist.

After watching for a moment, she slowly withdrew her gaze, casually patted the soft brocade cushion beside the couch, and said with a hint of ambiguous laughter in her voice, "What are you standing there for? Come and sit down."

Wu Cheng hesitated for a moment, but still walked over and sat down on the edge of the tatami mat, though he only dared to put half of his buttocks on the mat.

He had never been this reserved, not even when meeting the emperor!

The next moment, two slender arms suddenly wrapped around his neck from behind, and with a gentle pull, they drew him into their arms.

Feeling the soft elasticity of the back of his head, and surrounded by a rich, sweet scent mixed with a hint of milk, Wu Cheng sighed helplessly, "Aunt Rong, I'm not a child anymore."

He still couldn't bring himself to use his inner energy to shake her away.

"Yes, Ah, you've grown up. You're no longer the old and faded Aunt Rong... When you were little, you used to hug Aunt Rong and ask for milk..." Yang You Rong said, her eyes welling up with tears.

Wu Cheng was speechless. "No way! What time is that?!"

"It must be very bitter."

Wu Cheng froze. "What?"

Yang Yourong hugged him from behind, resting her delicate, fair chin on his head. "Pretending to be stupid for sixteen years must have been tough."

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I can't say it...

Now that things have come to this, he can no longer bring himself to admit that he was truly foolish for the past sixteen years...

"Tell Aunt Rong what has happened in the past two months."

After a moment of silence, Wu Cheng recounted the events that had occurred since leaving the palace, omitting details about his time travel.

Yang Yourong didn't rush to speak. Instead, she buried her face in his ear, took a deep breath, and then spoke slowly, her voice tinged with a lazy laugh, "Killing princes, killing important officials on the border, killing monks, dismantling people's golden Buddha statues and distributing them to the people, my Acheng has done some great things~~"

Wu Cheng asked frankly, "Does Aunt Rong think I did something wrong?"

Yang Yourong didn't say anything, but let go of him, climbed over to the small table, picked up the teapot, poured him a cup of tea, and then pushed it in front of him.

"Whether you did it right or wrong is up to you to decide." She withdrew her hand and found a more comfortable position on the couch, leaning back. Her wide collar slipped down a bit with her movement, revealing a section of her rounded, smooth shoulder.

Wu Cheng picked up the white porcelain teacup and took a sip. "Lu'an Melon Seed Tea?"

"You like to drink it, so I asked for more from the offerings." Yang Yourong rested her chin on her hand and smiled at him. "Acheng, tell me, what were you thinking when you killed Lao San?"

Wu Cheng put down his teacup, looked up at her overly beautiful face, and said, "I just felt he deserved to die, so I killed him."

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"That's all?"

That's all.

Yang Yourong suddenly smiled.

Her smile was different from her previous alluring smile. Her phoenix eyes shimmered with light, like a deep pool being gently rippled by the warm evening breeze, spreading out in gentle waves.

She picked up a lotus seed, peeled it, and then held it to Wu Cheng's lips with her slender, white fingers. "Cheng, are you really the little fool I raised?"

"Of course, but my martial arts skills have improved a lot now, and I can protect Aunt Rong." Wu Cheng complimented with a smile.

Yang Yourong's phoenix eyes curved into crescents. "After being away for two months, your words have become much sweeter. No wonder you've met so many girls."

She popped the last lotus seed into her mouth, clapped her hands, and sat up straight on the couch.

The moment she sat up straight, the light purple robe slid down a bit under its own weight, creating a gap at the collar.

Wu Cheng caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye, then looked away.

Yang Yourong seemed completely oblivious. She simply raised her hand to adjust her collar, then looked up at him, "Acheng, do you have someone you like?"

Wu Cheng shook his head. "No."

"Really?" Yang Yourong smiled and rested her chin on her hand as she looked at him. "Then I'll have to play matchmaker for you!"

Wu Cheng shuddered and quickly replied, "Yes, there are some!"

He once said "Why don't they eat meat porridge?" in an attempt to deceive Megan Seng.

It would be ridiculous if I were forced into a crossover and ended up with a jealous, childless, ugly, short, and dark-skinned "Jia Nanfeng"!

"Oh?" Yang Yourong asked curiously, "Is it your senior sister surnamed Bai?"

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Wu Cheng nodded and then shook his head.

Yang Yourong tilted her head. "What do you mean?"

Wu Cheng took a deep breath and solemnly said, "I like her, and I like everyone else."

Yang Yourong blinked her beautiful phoenix eyes. "So you want them all?"

Wu Cheng nodded seriously, "Strictly speaking, it's because I'm lusting after their bodies."

Yang Yourong chuckled, "Then you'll have to rely on yourself~ But I have something else for you."

As she spoke, she took a small sandalwood box from behind the soft couch.

Wu Cheng's pupils constricted slightly upon seeing the box.

This box... isn't it the same box as the one from Sun Lang's treasure vault?!

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