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Princess Shunde captured a jiaoren demon and wanted to find someone to tame it. The princess has three wishes: that the demon utters human words, that the demon’s tail turns into legs, and that his heart will never be rebellious. Everyone knows that the East Demon Island, the West Demon Mountain, the South Demon Valley, and the North Demon Terrace are the only four places in the world that permit people with the ability to control demons. And the Demon Valley in the south has the strongest Demon Controlling Master in the world. She was the most powerful demon master in the Demon Valley, but her heart was enchanted by a demon.

The Blue Whisper

Ji Yunhe put down the pen and Changyi asked, "How do you know they will definitely arrange it this way?"     


"This is the most logical arrangement, plus..." 


Ji Yunhe smiled, "I know Lin Haoqing." The moment she said that, the corners of his lips fell. Ji Yunhe, however, was too preoccupied to notice.      


"Once the line is broken, Lin Haoqing is bound to send people to cover it. At that time, we should assemble an elite force and launch a full on assault, but only attack a corner. Make sure to take them by surprise, then withdraw right afterwards. The aim is not to defeat them, but to frustrate them and damage their morale." Ji Yunhe kept analyzing, 


"I doubt the demon masters really want to fight with their lives. As long as they know we have the determination and the ability to win, they will be divided among themselves. By then we will be able to force them off with minimal casualties." Ji Yunhe turned her head to look at Changyi. 


"The power of the five key demon masters is not to be underestimated. I am not exaggerating, when Lin Haoqing and Lin Canglan were both fighting the jade phoenix back then, if either me or Snow March were to help them wholeheartedly, it wouldn't have been impossible to keep her from escaping. So… Changyi, capturing two of them is not to be taken lightly. We have to make sure nothing goes wrong. I think it is best that you and Qing Ji each take a target..."


Changyi narrowed his eyes before she even finished.        


"Ji Yunhe, you've really put a lot of thought into making me take back my jiaozhu." Ji Yunhe smiled. 


"They need someone to lead them." Changyi thought for a moment then agreed. 


"I can go personally, but I will return within an hour."       


So... this jiaozhu would only leave Ji Yunhe's body for one hour? An hour was still better than none. It should be plenty of time for her to talk with the woman in her dream.     


Ji Yunhe frowned, "The time is so tight, will you be able to convince Qing Ji?"       


"No problem, no problem! Leave it to me!" Luo Jinsang suddenly ran through the door again. Ji Yunhe was startled. 


"I was going to wait for this fish to leave and then talk to you for a while, and then… I heard everything."       


Ji Yunhe laughed and looked at Changyi. She was too weak to detect Luo Jinsang at the moment, but him too? This fish might not have his jiaozhu, but his senses were still very keen.       


"I can swindle that big bird tomorrow and invite her out to play. Once we are on the road, I will force her to get that target even if I have to drag her by the hair." 


Ji Yunhe said, "If Qing Ji hears this, she will beat you to a pulp." Luo Jinsang laughed and scratched her head. 


"So this fish pearl, how do we get it out? Do we have to cut open Yunhe's belly?"       


Changyi replied, "However she got it, then however she will return it." Luo Jinsang turned her head and asked Ji Yunhe, 


"How did you get it?" Ji Yunhe abruptly thought of that day...      


The temperature of his lips, the softness, and the unique smell of his body... All the sensations instantly rushed back into her mind. She stiffly turned her head away. 


"... I'm a little tired, I'm going to nap for a while, you can go."       


Ji Yunhe practically pushed Luo Jinsang out of the room. When she turned back, she saw Changyi holding a book behind the desk. It blocked half of his face, but not his smiling eyes. They looked soft and fuzzy, tickling at the tip of her heart. She walked past him without saying anything. The candle light danced, casting out into a room full of tender warmth.


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