Chapter 1601 - 661: The Beginning of a Fateful Entanglement

Chapter 1601: Chapter 661: The Beginning of a Fateful Entanglement

Water dripped down, seeping in.

The man was very tall; from Wuyue’s bent posture, she couldn’t see what the newcomer looked like at all.

The few Demon Clan guards who had been talking earlier fell silent at once.

An indescribable chill spread over them.

Wuyue was just about to raise her head to see who it was.

"You’ve got some nerve. Who allowed you to lift your head!"

That person’s icy voice made Wuyue’s eardrums buzz.

This voice?

Wuyue immediately filled in, in her mind, the image of a raging, Red Hair baboon.

Damn, how did I run into him here.

Wuyue cursed inwardly that this was bad.

Ever since that time outside the Clan Leader’s tent when she secretly muttered "Red Hair baboon" and got caught red-handed by that moody man, she had been on edge.

Although she didn’t know the Red Hair baboon’s identity, judging from the attitude of the Clan Leader and Shui Yaoyao toward him, his status was definitely not simple.

He was very likely the Demon King of the Demon World. Wuyue had offended him and was afraid he would discover who she was, so these days she had been treading carefully, avoiding him, and had not run into him again.

Who knew that today, of all unlucky times, she’d bump into him again.

Wuyue swore in her heart.

"Damn Red Hair baboon, so big, yet he walks without a sound. And it’s barely dawn—what’s he doing next to the Young Clan Leader’s tent?"

Wuyue took another look and only then realized that the direction Chi Ye had come from was another tent.

Could it be that this "Red Hair baboon" was living in that tent opposite the Young Clan Leader?

But why hadn’t she run into him in the past few days?

Chi Ye was also furious.

No wonder his eyelids had been twitching nonstop early this morning; that damned woman had actually splashed and soaked his favorite set of Martial Robe.

Because of the Demon King Tongtian’s birthday banquet, he had no choice but to stay at the Tongtian Tribe for a while.

Conveniently, he was also discussing the Jiu Provinces Hunting with the Demon King Tongtian.

Only after he settled in did he discover that his own tent was actually right next to Shui Yaoyao’s.

Needless to say, it had to be that old geezer Shui Yi deliberately arranging it, wanting Shui Yaoyao to take advantage of being so close.

To avoid Shui Yaoyao, Chi Ye had been going out early and coming back late these past few days, to the point that Shui Yaoyao hadn’t gotten a single chance to run into him.

This morning, as usual, he took a few veteran Chi Prison Army subordinates, planning to go inspect the Demon Field. Who knew that he had just stepped out when, the next moment, he got doused.

On his lapel there was now a conspicuous patch of water that carried a distinctly feminine cosmetic scent.

Then he looked at the woman in front of him who had caused all this. She kept her head bowed and didn’t say a word.

Her again. Was this woman mute? She’d dirtied his clothes and didn’t even know to apologize.

That day she’d been sharp-tongued enough, calling him a "Red Hair baboon."

The more Chi Ye thought about it, the angrier he became.

"Gone mute, have you? Who told you to keep your head down like that."

"You’re the one who won’t let me lower my head, and the one who won’t let me raise it. You think you’re some kind of supreme lord or something."

Wuyue muttered under her breath.

Her voice wasn’t loud, but it landed in Chi Ye’s ears just right.

The few Chi Prison soldiers behind Chi Ye were startled, all breaking out in a cold sweat for Wuyue.

"Insolent."

Chi Ye grabbed out with his big hand; like picking up a chick, he seized Wuyue by the collar and hoisted her up, this woman who was a full head and a half shorter than he was.

"Let go of me, you rude brute. It’s just a piece of clothing, isn’t it? I’ll compensate you."

Wuyue flailed with hands and feet, pounding at Chi Ye nonstop.

Chi Ye’s grip was very strong; each finger was like a steel bar, and she felt as if he were going to crush her neck.

"Compensate? And how would you afford that, a lower level Maid like you."

The woman’s fists thudded against his chest; Chi Ye didn’t feel the slightest pain, only a faint itch.

He glared at Wuyue, whose face was barely half an inch from his, and frowned.

This woman was so light, there wasn’t any flesh on her at all.

And her skin was very fair; in the morning light, not a pore could be seen, like a peeled egg.

Demon Clan women, even if not as strong as the men, were mostly full-figured and well-built.

Some women could even go onto the battlefield to kill the enemy, no weaker than any man.

The women who stayed in the Demon Tribe were also mostly good at bearing children, so they could extend the Demon Clan bloodline.

Nothing like the one in front of him—such a tiny thing.

Chi Ye ran a critical eye over Wuyue dangling from his hand.

Butt too small, waist too thin, chest not big enough. The only thing barely acceptable were those legs; even through the gauze skirt he could vaguely see that they were long and straight.

If she wasn’t much to look at, so be it, but she also had such a bad temper.

If she were a man, Chi Ye would have slapped her to death with one palm.

Chi Ye had a fiery temper, but he did have principles: he didn’t kill women or children.

Because they were so close, the woman’s scent drifted over.

Unlike the cloyingly strong cosmetic fragrance mixed into the dirty water on her, which made one’s stomach churn, this woman who was as weak as a chick actually didn’t smell bad.

Chi Ye even somewhat liked the scent on her body; it was a kind of mint-like fragrance, invigorating to smell.

"Brother Chi Ye, what did Little Wu do wrong? Hurry and put her down—she’s about to stop breathing."

Hearing the commotion outside, Shui Yaoyao came out, and happened to see Chi Ye, looking like he was about to "strangle" her Maid, holding Wuyue up.

Chi Ye glanced over and saw that Wuyue’s little face had indeed gone pale, her lips drained of color.

With a wave of his hand, he flung Wuyue to the ground; the pain almost brought tears to her eyes.

"Red Hair baboon with a case of mania."

In her heart, Wuyue paid her respects to all eighteen generations of Chi Ye’s baboon ancestors.

"She dirtied my lord’s clothes. My lord was just about to go on inspection."

The Chi Prison Soldier beside them quickly explained.

"So that’s it. Little Wu, how can you be so careless? Hurry and go apologize to Brother Chi Ye. Brother Chi Ye, your clothes are dirty; take them off quickly and I’ll have a new set prepared for you."

Shui Yaoyao moved as if to go forward.

"That’s a set Chi Chi personally made for me; there’s only the one."

Chi Ye said coldly.

Shui Yaoyao’s hand froze in midair.

Everyone in the Demon World knew that Chi Ye adored his younger sister as his life.

When she learned that her big brother Chi Ye was going far from home, Chi Chi had specially made a set of Martial Robe for him with the help of the palace maids.

Although her needlework wasn’t very good, Chi Ye liked it immensely, and he would only wear it on important occasions such as inspections.

"Then... how about letting Wuyue wash the clothes clean for Brother Chi Ye?"

Shui Yaoyao ventured tentatively.

"Right, I can help you wash them clean, I guarantee they’ll be exactly the same as before. Not only that, my needlework is excellent too."

At that, Wuyue suddenly thought of something and spoke up eagerly.

Chi Ye frowned, glaring at the Wuyue who had suddenly changed her tune, then looked down at that patch of cosmetic-stained water that disgusted him just to see, and at the obviously crooked stitches on the Martial Robe.