Chapter 2702 The Mad City Lord's Love-Hate Relationship 24

Fu Lingjing arrived a step ahead of them, standing a few steps below the main steps, just a few paces away from Yin Chaosheng.

He had dressed up carefully, changed into a rather gorgeous robe, and with just the right amount of admiration and tenderness on his face, he was speaking to Yin Chaosheng, who was in the main seat, in a low and gentle tone, with eager eyes.

Jin Chen didn't stop walking. She raised an eyebrow slightly and slowly moved towards Yin Chaosheng, who was sitting expressionless in the main seat, with a half-smile.

Yin Chaosheng, seated high above, seemed to sense the mockery and danger within. A strange ache rose in his waist, as if the feeling of being wantonly violated the previous night was faintly resurfacing.

Damn it, why is this mad dog so indiscriminately jealous?!

Just then, Fu Lingjing tried to take half a step closer, wanting to pour him some wine.

"Get out of my way!" Yin Chaosheng's scarlet pupils suddenly turned cold, and without even moving, his yin energy pierced towards Fu Lingjing's shoulder blade.

Caught off guard, Fu Lingjing cried out in pain and staggered backward, revealing a wound on his shoulder from which black smoke was gushing out.

He clutched his wound, looking at Yin Chaosheng in disbelief. "Lord! Why did you do this? Didn't you allow me to stay... to serve you?"

Yin Chaosheng's insane behavior came without warning, leaving all the ghosts in the hall trembling in fear.

Before Yin Chaosheng could speak, Gu Baibai, with his hands on his pelvis, scoffed, "Bah! The city lord's idea of ​​'serving' is serving tea and water, guarding the gates and patrolling at night!"

"You newbie, don't you know the rules? How do you expect to be served? What are you trying to do, getting so close? Do you think you're Lord Jin Chen? Get lost!"

Its words were quite blunt. Upon hearing this, Zang Huai'an, who was sitting a little further away, twitched his lips slightly and whispered to Liu Shuoyue beside him, "So that's how it is... The City Lord and Brother Jin are actually in love."

Liu Shuoyue picked up the cup of Yin tea in front of her, took a sip, and wholeheartedly agreed.

Jin Chen seemed oblivious to the interruption and went straight to the seats reserved for them.

The location was cleverly arranged, diagonally opposite where Fu Lingjing had just stood, quite a distance away from the main seat.

Jin Chen sat down, but a disgruntled snort came from the main seat.

Yin Chaosheng put down his wine cup, his cold gaze falling on Jin Chen, the nameless fire in his heart burning brighter and brighter, "Why are you sitting so far away? Am I a monster? Why don't you just sit outside the palace!"

The resentment in his words made even his two bodyguards, who knew his temperament well, secretly click their tongues in surprise.

Jin Chen raised her eyes to meet Yin Chaosheng's gaze, her eyebrows slightly lowered. "Lord of the City, you misunderstand. It's just... I don't want to sit where another ghost has just sat."

His tone was calm, yet pointed. His gaze swept lightly over Fu Lingjing's pale face as he continued, "So, the position beside the city lord is one that anyone can approach, anyone can... covet."

"Pfft..." Liu Shuoyue couldn't help but almost choke on her tea. She quickly put down her teacup, covered her lips with her sleeve, and coughed lightly twice. "Cough cough... This is really good tea."

Sitting next to her, Black Wing picked up his teacup blankly, smelled it carefully, and then cautiously took a sip. His dark face was full of confusion. "This tea has no taste."

Yin Chaosheng was speechless with anger at Jin Chen's words.

He glared fiercely at Fu Lingjing, who was still frozen in place, then suddenly stood up and walked a few steps to the table where Jin Chen was sitting, staring at Chu Jiushan beside Jin Chen.

"You, get up and sit up there."

Chu Jiushan was engrossed in watching the show when he heard this and was stunned. He pointed to his own nose and exclaimed, "Huh? Me?!"

Yin Chaosheng ignored his foolish look and just stared at him coldly.

Chu Jiushan jumped in surprise and hurriedly ran towards the empty seat.

Satisfied, Yin Chaosheng withdrew his gaze, flicked his robe, and sat down right next to Jin Chen.

As Fu Lingjing watched this scene, he felt his vision go black and he was so exhausted that he almost wanted to faint immediately.

He forced himself to stay despite his injuries, intending to use his condition as an excuse to leave, but the voice of the immortal rang in his mind again.

"Useless! You're going to back down with such a small injury and keep provoking Jin Chen."

Fu Lingjing roared inwardly, "I'm injured all over! How can I provoke you now?"

"If you're not dead, keep going!" The immortal's voice was cold and ruthless.

Fu Lingjing closed his eyes, suppressed the metallic taste in his throat, and forced down all the humiliation and resentment.

He took a deep breath and turned to Yin Chaosheng, "Lord, please understand! I... I did not mean to offend you! It's just that when I came here, I vaguely heard Jin Chen and the others discussing something in secret... about entering a certain forbidden area of ​​the altar! I was worried that they might harm you, Lord, so I came forward to remind them..."

Upon hearing the word "jar," Yin Chaosheng's fingers, which were toying with the Jin Chen wine cup, paused slightly.

He slowly raised his eyes, his scarlet pupils turning to Fu Lingjing, then slowly shifting back to Jin Chen's composed face beside him. A cold and dangerous curve appeared at the corner of his lips, his voice drawn out, conveying an oppressive sense of impending doom.

"Oh? I almost forgot. You're still obsessed with that place. Not content with trespassing once, you want to go a second time? Do you even know what kind of place that is?"

Liu Shuoyue's heart skipped a beat, and her fingers tightened slightly as she pondered how to explain and smooth things over.

Before she could come up with an explanation, Jin Chen took Yin Chaosheng's hand, which was resting on the table, and gently stroked it with her fingertips. "Is it not allowed?"

He raised his eyes to meet Yin Chaosheng's gaze, his eyes clear and unwavering, with only a faint smile.

Yin Chaosheng narrowed his eyes, and after a moment he suddenly smiled, his expression strangely enigmatic, as if he had thought of something extremely interesting.

He grabbed Jin Chen's fingers and squeezed them hard, his tone even carrying a hint of indulgence, "Fine, there's nothing fun there anyway, but... since you want to go, I've been busy with affairs lately and I'm too lazy to keep you from going all the time... so take it and have some fun."

Fu Lingjing: "???"

What happened to the forbidden area?! What happened to the promise of severe punishment?!

Liu Shuoyue silently rubbed her forehead, only one thought in her mind: love truly makes even ghosts blind.

Heaven knows they spent the whole afternoon discussing how to enter the forbidden area of ​​the Ghost Altar. No wonder Jin Chen said it didn't need to be so complicated!

Black Wing also showed a look of realization, his face full of admiration, and his gaze towards Jin Chen was full of respect.

So that's how it is! Brother Jin sacrificed himself to establish a bond with the Ghost City Lord, and yet he still has the convenience of freely entering and leaving the forbidden area. Brilliant, truly brilliant!

Jin Chen's smile deepened, and she gently scratched his palm with her fingertips, saying in a low voice, "Then thank you very much for your generosity, City Lord."

Yin Chaosheng snorted softly, shook off his hand, but then drank the remaining wine in the glass he had used in one gulp. His eyes were slightly red as he glanced at Jin Chen, his silence speaking volumes.