Chapter 384 Life Is Short and Needs to Be Cherished

Because Yang Jiao is familiar with the plot, he knows that all things in this world are born, and every living being has a love thread, which represents his own emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy. It is also a necessity for a living being to fall in love with someone.

As a demon god, he is born without feelings, so he is so cold and cold. The only emotions that can be burned into his heart are resentment and hatred.

After Yang Jiao devoured the demon god of this world, the evil bones in his body had awakened.

Spontaneously absorb all kinds of negative energy in the world caused by natural disasters, poverty, hunger, filth, violence, killing, grief, death, and war, and use it to strengthen your body.

However, it seems that because it is too weak, the speed of absorption is extremely slow.

No wonder that in the original plot line, after Tantai Jin froze to death, it took the reborn demon god five hundred years to conquer the four continents and three realms.

Nowadays, the body of the devil's fetus is quite consistent with the Great Virtue Zi Zi Sutra.

I don't know how much the cultivation speed has been increased. In half a day, the flesh, skin, and tendons in the body have been tempered, and the body is made of copper skin and iron bones. With a flick of the arms, it has the strength of two to three thousand kilograms.

Yang Jiao's emaciated figure was silent and quiet, but once it exploded, he was already an unparalleled warrior in the world.

Afterwards, Yang Jiao saw that it was getting close to lunch, so he walked towards the kitchen of the servants of Ye Mansion.

On the other side, Li Susu, who had already had lunch with the Ye family, was walking on the corridor with his personal maid.

"So, since Tantai Jin entered the mansion, he has never had a meal with us. He has always been in the kitchen with the servants?"

After hearing this, this little maid with a round face and a naive and clever look said without knowing why:

"Yes, Miss is so annoying to him. If we eat together, how can we still have the appetite to eat?"

She paused:

"But I heard that my uncle doesn't have enough to eat on weekdays. The servants all act based on people's opinions. Miss, whatever you do on weekdays, they will follow suit."

When Li Susu heard this, he immediately stopped and thought in his mind:

"This demon god deserves to be starved for a few times, but he has been hiding far away all day, how can I keep an eye on him."

Thinking of this, she immediately asked the little maid:

"Chuntao, where is the kitchen?"

In a spacious and bright kitchen, five or six servants dressed as cooks surrounded Yang Jiao. The leader said casually:

"Uncle, you really think you are the master. You don't do any work every day. You only know how to visit places to eat."

The rest of the people agreed jokingly:

"That's right, I have to work!"

"That's right."

Then, the leader coughed lightly:

"Ahem, look, our brothers have been working hard for most of the day, and there are still a lot of dishes and chopsticks used by the masters that have not been washed."

"I see that you have nothing to do all day long, so if you're sorry, why don't you go wash those dishes and chopsticks before eating."

As he finished speaking, a sense of novelty appeared in Yang Jiao's eyes. As a hostage of an enemy country and a disliked son-in-law, he was at the bottom of the hierarchy. Sure enough, there were endless scandals.

Everyone wants to step on his head.

In the coldest month of winter, I specially put some ice cubes for me to wash the dishes, and placed a swill bucket on the spot where I used to eat, obviously hoping that he would use it as food.

The evil of human nature is obvious.

"Everyone, good things happen to people. We have worked hard for most of the day, and we deliberately moved mountains of ice in the ice and snow. If we get cold, it will kill us."

The cooks listened with contemptuous smiles at first, but when Yang Jiao heard the word death, he couldn't help but feel chills all over his body, and a chill pierced his heart.

They looked at Yang Jiao, whose temperament seemed different from usual, but couldn't tell, and felt more and more uneasy in their hearts.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the leading cook suddenly fell to the ground and fell into a coma. Cold sweat broke out on his temples and forehead, his whole body was hot, and his face was extremely pale.

He looked like he was suffering from a severe cold, and seemed to be on his deathbed.

Suddenly, the other people around him looked at Yang Jiao in fear, as if they had seen a ghost.

Not far away, a group of servants at the table quickly put down their bowls and chopsticks and looked over. It was obvious that these people had heard clearly about the drama of the slaves making things difficult for their masters.

Yang Jiao slowly squatted on the ground, looked at it briefly, and said calmly:

"I grew up being beaten, scolded and bullied. I was often injured, which can be regarded as a long-term illness."

"Looking at his appearance, his body and bones should be weak to begin with, and he has been too tired today. I'm afraid he will die soon. You'd better prepare for his funeral later."

As he spoke, he stood up and looked around. However, wherever his eyes went, everyone present stepped back, and some of them even stammered:

"witchcraft."

Yang Jiao said indifferently:

"Foolish, if you don't believe me, why not take him to see a doctor."

He looked at the previous cooks again:

"It seems to me that some of you are also infected with the cold."

Suddenly, there were several "plop" sounds in succession, and the cooks fell to their knees.

Now they couldn't tell whether they were frightened or really infected with the cold. They slapped themselves wildly and said in shock:

"Uncle, please spare your life. You deserve to die. Please be kind to me. I didn't want to splash you with ice water yesterday."

"I don't want to dig out the ice lumps in this bowl of chopsticks."

One of them pointed at the unconscious kitchen steward on the ground:

"It's all under his instigation. We all have to bow our heads under the roof. Please forgive me."

Yang Jiao shook his head gently:

"What is this? Your cold syndrome will only last for more than ten days at most. Now you take this person on the ground to see a doctor. Maybe he can be saved."

"But it's better not to get your hopes up."

Several people were in a state of excitement after hearing this. After knowing that their lives were safe, they finally breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him again and again. They hurriedly got up and held the man on the ground before walking out of the kitchen.

Another sentence sounded faintly in the room, which was like a piercing light, creepy and shuddering.

"I heard that if someone gets the disease like a woman with a long tongue, it can take as little as three days or as long as five days, and he or she will die on the bed."

"Everyone, life is short and you need to cherish it."

Suddenly, there was silence on the field.

After a while, many servants in the kitchen suppressed the panic in their hearts, found various excuses, and then left with respectful faces.

Outside the kitchen, Li Susu and Chuntao looked at the group of servants with surprised expressions. They all looked panicked when they saw them saluting.

Then he asked Tantai Jin if he was eating in the kitchen. They nodded quickly, then made an excuse of feeling unwell and left in a hurry.

Seeing this, Li Susu frowned and walked into the kitchen. What he saw was Yang Jiao eating slowly at a long table.

"Chun Tao, didn't you say that those servants would bully Tantai Jin and make him hungry all day long?"

"Does it look like you don't have enough to eat?"

Li Susu asked softly to his little maid.

"Miss, I don't know what happened today. Anyway, yesterday I saw the cooks in the kitchen not only going to cut ice from the lake, but also pouring a large bucket of ice water on my uncle."

"That's why I got cold and fainted in the end."

Chuntao pointed to the unwashed dishes and chopsticks aside, and there was still a big lump of ice lumps left.

"This is probably just to punish my uncle."

Hearing this, Li Susu looked at the bowls and chopsticks, then looked at Yang Jiao who seemed like nothing had happened. He couldn't help but roll his eyes and said silently:

"When something goes wrong, there must be a monster. You must put this little devil under your nose."

So, she came over:

"Tantai Jin, you are the second uncle of my Ye family, how can you eat with the servants all day long? From now on, you will eat in the west wing of my courtyard, and I will ask Chuntao to bring you food."

Yang Jiao nodded calmly and didn't say much.

Li Susu shook his head. Ever since he saw this little devil who had not awakened his evil bones, he had never seen any other expression on his face.