book of troubled times

Chapter 923 Copying Books
It's hard to tell whether the blind man is willing or unwilling.

The space everyone is in now is indeed missing most of the elements. The reason why we only use martial arts and not more laws to compete is because in this environment, many things cannot be used, only the purest power and speed are not restricted.

Constructing such a simple space is not too difficult for Zhao Changhe, who can now use the "Restarting Creation" sword, not to mention the addition of Ye Wuming's own strength.

But it is too difficult to construct a complete plane with all the elements of earth, water, fire, wind, sun, moon and stars... Maybe if it is given a long time to evolve slowly, it can evolve even without any interference, just like the world of the heavenly book and the world of the cave, which have evolved through a long period of self-evolution. But if you want to create it in a short time, it is not something that can be done with current practice.

Luochuan used the spirituality of the world of heavenly books as its foundation and the destruction and creation and transformation of the black hole in the universe as its guide. The small world he created is still in its infancy, and the protozoa inside are still juveniles. There may be many other missing items... Luochuan has been building it for many years, and he started working on it since the last era.

In fact, once it can be accomplished, it will probably be a higher realm above the other shore.

So what Ye Wuming said can be translated as "I promise you", or it can also be translated as "Just wait and talk about it billions of years later", but he is just finding an impossible condition to refuse in disguise.

But Zhao Changhe didn't care which kind of translation it was.

When someone like Ye Wuming is willing to make an offer to you, it means that you are no longer a chess player in the game of all living beings, no longer a book spirit in the dark and dark, no longer the Night Emperor who overlooks everything. You are just a woman who is holding on to her last bit of reserve in front of a man who wants to get her.

She didn't even struggle when being hugged from behind... her body was tense, for fear that the man would touch her randomly the next moment, and she didn't know whether she should do a back throw.

Zhao Changhe now knew all about the woman's little tricks and simply replied, "If that's the case, I will prepare the betrothal gift."

Although he said so, he didn't see any preparations. Instead, his hand began to move unruly, from hugging the waist to moving upwards. Ye Wuming pressed it with a smile, and slowly said, "Where is the betrothal gift?"

Zhao Changhe pretended to be surprised: "We are from Zhaocuo. When did the rule come about that we have to get married before we can do what we should do?"

Ye Wuming struggled and said, "Zhao Changhe, you are a rogue!"

"Don't move." Zhao Changhe sniffed her neck and whispered, "After the wedding ceremony, we are married. After the betrothal gift, we are considered fiancée... Then when we are discussing these things, are we considered boyfriend and girlfriend?"

Ye Wuming was stunned for a moment.

Is there such a saying? It seems to be true. Only boyfriends and girlfriends would discuss asking for a betrothal gift of 88,000 yuan... When it comes to this step, it is no longer an ordinary relationship.

"Since we're already boyfriend, a kiss isn't too much, right?" Zhao Changhe said as he kissed her swan-like neck.

Ye Wuming's body tensed up again, and he wanted to shrink his neck to avoid him, but he felt that all his strength was dissipated by his kiss. His whole body felt soft and numb, and his mind began to go blank again.

Unlike the past, this time, she was kissed by him with all her strength.

His hand began to climb upwards again, but the hand that was holding him down lost its strength and he could only watch helplessly as he moved up inch by inch.

“Zhao Changhe…” Ye Wuming shuddered all over until his lower hemisphere was touched. He said quickly and panickedly, “You just want to humiliate me and avenge me for the years I separated your loved ones from you… I have also… been avenged by you… Why are you still not giving up…”

Zhao Changhe whispered, "So some of your previous behaviors... were actually your subconscious repayment of your debts?"

"What do you think..." Ye Wuming gritted his teeth and said, "Do you really think I was helpless and let you do whatever you want? I just knew you wanted it, so I let you do whatever you want. We both owed each other nothing. Why do you keep going on and on..."

"But it's ridiculous... you clearly gave me a love letter."

"I……"

"If you don't want to keep fighting, you can just leave after sealing Luochuan in the galaxy. Why did you accept my challenge? And why did you want to fight me for the third time after being captured twice?" Zhao Changhe said slowly: "Your fighting spirit has been so weak from the beginning to the end. Do you really want to win against me?"

Before I knew it, that hand had already taken full control.

Ye Wuming panted and clenched his teeth.

"You also want me to beat you, right? You are giving yourself a way out, and also giving me an excuse." Zhao Changhe said, grabbing her hair with his left hand and pulling it back. Although he did not use much force, Ye Wuming instinctively leaned back and watched him approach her.

Then they kissed on the lips.

The whole set of movements is like a defeated prisoner, surrendering in humiliation.

It matches his words very well.

"You said..." Zhao Changhe moved away a little and asked in a low voice: "Are you paying off your debt... or are you in love?"

In fact, until now, Ye Wuming still doesn’t know whether he is paying off his debt or expressing his feelings.

She had no emotions, but since Ye Jiuyou and Piaomiao could develop emotions, she could naturally develop emotions too. However, if she did develop emotions, when did they develop? Ye Wuming himself couldn't figure it out. Was it the affection that developed unconsciously during the three years of companionship as he said, or was it the panic she felt when he revealed his desire for her? Or was it the arrow that cost him his life... or was it the happiness that the three of them had gained through subtle changes?

If he had not been born, then what was the reason for the troubled heart these days?
What was the reason for this weakness that made her unable to struggle even when he embraced and kissed her? What was the purpose of trying every possible way to give both sides a way out and an excuse...

"You said I mistreat you... but that's nonsense... Piao Miao and Jiu You might want to mistreat you, but did I really do that?" Zhao Changhe sighed: "You are still perfect now."

Ye Wuming finally said: "You want more."

"Yes." Zhao Changhe admitted: "I want more."

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers with his right hand.

Spots of fluorescent light appeared from the surroundings, gradually rising higher and higher. Ye Wuming looked up and saw from afar that it was as if there were more stars in the sky.

Very fake.

Ye Wuming was stunned for a moment before he realized that he was suddenly giving a betrothal gift.

They kissed and touched each other, and even dribbled the ball, and then started giving the betrothal gifts.

Ye Wuming looked at it expressionlessly for a moment: "Is this the sky full of stars you gave me? It's better to say they are fireflies."

"In the spirit race's small world back then, the sun, moon, and stars were all fake, but that didn't hinder the spirit race's reproduction." Zhao Changhe smiled slightly: "They all became real from fake, the world is like this, and so are you."

Then he snapped his fingers again.

The white clouds came slowly and quietly landed at the feet of the two people.

A breeze suddenly blew, brushing across Ye Wuming's face, lifting a few strands of messy hair and covering his eyes.

Zhao Changhe picked up Ye Wuming and sat on the clouds, letting the clouds drift with the wind, and asked, "Is this the wind?"

This is really wind, although it may only be short-lived. It is created by Zhao Changhe's own spiritual energy. It is not naturally formed and cannot last long. But it is really wind and cloud.

Zhao Changhe’s wound has not been bandaged yet, and no one knows how long he can keep driving this kind of wind and cloud.

Even though he knew it was fake, Ye Wuming still felt a little complicated and responded in a low voice: "Yes."

Zhao Changhe soared all the way to the sky, and was about to break through the boundary. With their eyes that could see the truth and break through illusion, they could already see through the limit of the dimension and see the stars shining in the far distance of the real universe outside the dimension, which was countless light years away.

"Is that a star?" Zhao Changhe continued to ask. Ye Wuming replied: "Yes."

Zhao Changhe suddenly stretched out his hand.

The stars crossed the space, bringing with them long tails, rushing towards them. Ye Wuming looked at them with hazy eyes, and thought the scene was so beautiful.

The stars were hanging outside the realm, and the temperature could not be felt across the realm. They were also a little hazy. They looked not like the sun, but more like the moon.

"Is this the moon?"

Ye Wuming looked up for a long while and said, "Yes."

There are often such love words in the world - even if you want the stars in the sky, I will find a way to pick them for you.

He is turning this romantic phrase into physics.

Although these are all fake for her condition... but from fake to real, it is just the beginning. The stars are fake, the wind and clouds are fake, but the heart is real.

Ye Wuming's tense body gradually relaxed a little. He leaned leisurely in his arms, listening to the wind and admiring the moon, speechless for a moment.

He started dribbling the ball again. Ye Wuming pursed his lips and sighed: "I'm not just asking you for these to make things difficult for you."

"Yes, I do." Zhao Changhe said for her: "You expect me to go one step further and surpass you completely."

Ye Wuming said “hmm”.

So it’s still a step—as long as you surpass me, you can get me.

But regardless of whether it is surpassed or not, since the thought has reached this point, how can it not be clearly "I am willing to be obtained by you"?
Ye Wuming sighed softly: "Do you really want me to admit it myself and tear off all the veils?"

This time it was Zhao Changhe's turn not to answer.

Ye Wuming knew what he meant. He was silent for a long while, and finally whispered awkwardly, "Yes, I do."

After saying this, it was as if the taut string in my heart had completely broken, and my whole body relaxed. I completely lost my strength, yet felt inexplicably relieved.

He wanted more, and he got it.

Zhao Changhe took a deep breath and even hugged her with more strength: "Xia Xia, you know... When I said you are the boss, I didn't mean the fight just now, but this sentence."

Ye Wuming felt his body being tightened and said softly, "I know."

She always knew.

Luochuan is the bond between the Ye sisters, and Zhao Changhe doesn't care that much about her... He just wants to conquer her, Ye Wuming.

Not her body, but her obedience.

Perhaps it was just in response to the third card… From the very beginning, what he drew was not “clues about the witch”, nor was it the position of the Night Emperor, but rather the person who was almost impossible to obtain.

When you get it, your journey in this world in this life will have come to an end.

Zhao Changhe kissed her gently, and began to untie her belt... His movements were slow, as if he was testing whether she would stop him again. Ye Wuming did not stop her, nor did he say "You haven't surpassed me yet, nor have you given me enough betrothal gifts, so you can't do this yet", but his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he finally closed his eyes.

When he said "I do", all the steps no longer existed...he got his BOSS.

Above the clouds, the wind has died down, but the stars outside the realm are still hazy and faint, like the moon, reflecting the perfect body in the clouds.

Her clothes were untied, revealing her smooth and jade-like body with a holy halo under the moonlight, like a work of art carved by the finest creator.

Ye Wuming is the same as Ling Ruoyu. The Heavenly Book is his body, but he also has a human body. The body of the Night Emperor that was born and raised by nature exploded and died in the last era. Now this human body was built to correspond to the new era of humanity, but it has never played any role from beginning to end and has been abused in the Night Palace.

Now she is lying on the clouds, allowing men to play with her and appreciate her.

It was as if this body was built just for him.

After all, you can’t really copy a book, right…

When Ye Wuming thought of this, his brain circuits that had been used up over his writing career started to work again. He felt a little embarrassed and a little funny. The Four Symbols Sect was always teasing people to copy books, so this was the place? In the end, it was the Heavenly Book that was copied.

Is it like turning the pages of a book to open her clothes?
Zhao Changhe had no idea what Miss Shu Ling was thinking about. At this moment, he was already intoxicated and mesmerized by this perfect body.

No matter how much Ye Wuming knew, it was difficult for him to fully empathize with his feelings at that moment... When the god who was hanging alone in the night sky with his eyes closed, like a god or a demon, controlling his entire life, now lay obediently in front of him... He was no longer controlled and helpless, no longer full of excuses, no longer thinking that he was paying off a debt, but was willing to let himself be stripped of his clothes and allowed to be kissed and played with.

The sense of conquest and accomplishment was so overwhelming that it seemed like it was about to come out even if I did nothing.

The naturally emitted body fragrance has always been like an aphrodisiac to him, making his heart beat fast from dreams to reality.

As he moved, Ye Wuming's body began to tense up again, and gradually turned a light pink under the moonlight. He no longer had the energy to think about copying books, which was a meaningless thing. He bit his lower lip and whispered, "Have you had enough fun..."

Normally, people would press on top to take it, but how could they sit on the side and play with it like a work of art... The shame was simply overwhelming, and Ye Wuming even wanted to say, "If you want it, hurry up, can you..."

I don't want this to happen, but I do. Are you sick?

Ye Wuming rolled his eyes and murmured in a charming voice: "Brother-in-law... who is more attractive, me or my sister?"

Zhao Changhe paused for a moment, then exploded. How could he bear this any longer? He quickly covered him and kissed Ye Wuming's lips hard: "Little witch..."

Ye Wuming closed his eyes again, feeling a little helpless.

I never thought that one day, I would actually take the initiative to tease and seduce him to have sex with me...

Was this also part of his plan?

But in the midst of helplessness, she also felt a sense of relief that "it should have been like this long ago", so she took the initiative to open her teeth to welcome his demands, and hugged him with her slender hands, hugging his solid body, and murmured vaguely: "Are you... particularly proud now?"

Zhao Changhe stroked her face gently and panted, "Not enough..."

"Then... how can I make you feel more proud... is this right?" Ye Wuming hugged his neck, let his ear rest against his lips, and whispered in an almost inaudible voice: "Please... take me..."

Zhao Changhe paused for a moment, stunned.

Ye Wuming closed his eyes: "Here you go, the conquest you want."

(End of this chapter)