Chapter 120: Tie It Up with a Rope

Xuanyuan Ji’s cold and stern expression softened somewhat as he took Ji Yin’s hand and led her inside. Ji Yin did not dare to pull away and obediently followed by his side.

Her small hand was so soft, and that softness resonated with the most tender part of his heart. Xuanyuan Ji’s mood calmed instantly, and as he held her hand, he unintentionally tightened his grip.

“From now on, you are not allowed to be more than one step away from me.”

“One step? You might as well just tie me up with a rope.”

“That’s actually a good idea.”

Ji Yin suddenly felt a tightening at her wrist and quickly looked down, but saw nothing.

As Xuanyuan Ji continued walking forward, she lagged behind by a step. At that one-step gap, she immediately felt something pulling at her wrist, dragging her forward until she stood right beside him. Only then did the sensation of being pulled disappear.

Xuanyuan Ji glanced down at Ji Yin, who wore a reluctant expression.

“What did you do to me? Untie me right now!” Ji Yin hated this feeling the most—being led around by the nose! Since when has the Great Demon King ever suffered such humiliation?

“No,” Xuanyuan Ji replied coolly.

Ji Yin stood her ground, fuming and refusing to move. Xuanyuan Ji took a step forward, and as soon as the gap widened to one step, an invisible force yanked her forward relentlessly. No matter how she struggled, she couldn’t break free.

Xuanyuan Ji didn’t stop, and Ji Yin was dragged forward like this the entire time.

“Xuanyuan Ji!” Ji Yin ground her teeth in frustration, her cheeks puffed out in anger.

Suddenly, she quickened her pace and accidentally stepped ahead of him. The force yanking her wrist immediately pulled her back, and she collided directly into Xuanyuan Ji’s arms.

He caught her effortlessly, holding her wrist firmly. “Walk properly.”

“No! I refuse to! If you have the guts, keep dragging me like this!” Ji Yin plopped down on the ground.

Xuanyuan Ji’s brow furrowed deeply.

Fortunately, the people who had already crossed the bridge were all distracted by the gem-encrusted palace and paid them no attention.

Xuanyuan Ji crouched down and pinched Ji Yin’s chin. “Are you coming or not?”

“No! I’m not moving! Unless you untie me! You’re restricting my freedom—only dogs get tied up.”

Xuanyuan Ji stood up, glanced at Ji Yin again, and said, “Do you know where the phrase ‘dragging a dead dog’ comes from?”

Suddenly, Ji Yin felt a surge of force from her wrist, and her body uncontrollably lunged forward, crashing face-first into the ground.

“Xuanyuan Ji! Stop right there!” Ji Yin scrambled up quickly, brushing the dirt off her clothes.

“Are you coming or not?” Xuanyuan Ji asked once more.

“I’m coming!” Ji Yin clenched her fists tightly in secret. A true hero never suffers a loss quietly! She just couldn’t beat him now, but the day she could would come—and then she’d pin him down and make him pay dearly.

As she reached Xuanyuan Ji’s side, Ji Yin suddenly stomped hard on his foot.

Xuanyuan Ji looked down calmly, expression unchanged, and turned to walk forward.

This time, Ji Yin learned her lesson and hurried to catch up, never letting a step fall behind. But whenever the chance arose, she would fiercely stomp on his foot again.

The two of them crossed the bridge like children playing a game.

The aloof and untouchable Young Master Xuanyuan seemed, for this moment, truly grounded.

Ji Yin had stomped on him six or seven times by the time Ji Yun approached them from the other side. She immediately withdrew her foot and stood obediently to the side.