Chapter 268 Two Hundred Sixty-Two: Meeting Parents
Ji Ma looked at George. After a night of healing, Ji Ma’s eyesight finally returned.
Unlike what Ji Ma had guessed, George didn’t seem pleased or exuding the aura of a dragon among men; instead, he looked… relieved. It was as if the events of the previous night hadn’t caused him any inner turmoil. He wasn’t bothered about having been a certain bald man or a certain useless fellow.
Strangely, he also seemed unconcerned about the fact that he had extinguished the sun. It’s said that if the sun is out for three or four days, the Earth becomes an ice ball, yet he hadn’t shown any interest in this matter at all.
So, what was his purpose?
Ji Ma covered herself with the blanket and thought for a moment before saying, “George, do you think that just meeting my parents will awaken my humanity?”
“A bit.”
“Heh.” Ji Ma chuckled, “As expected, if the hard approach doesn’t work, you resort to the soft one. I’ll make it very clear to you: it won’t work. By the way, if I weren’t evil enough, I would’ve died under your sword last night or ended up as a slave.”
“Ji Ma, I have basically given up on the idea of leading you down the path of goodness,” George said. “I mainly just want you to meet your biological parents.”
“Knowing when to retreat is a good thing,” Ji Ma said. “Why don’t you try taking the path of corruption?”
“If you chose the path of goodness, I would consider it.”
This guy is truly a hard rock in a pit of filth. If only you had fallen earlier, we could have wallowed together without shedding so much blood.
Ji Ma regarded him, feeling many doubts.
Ji Ma said, “I find a few things quite strange.”
“Ask away.”
“If I hadn’t extinguished the sun, would you have let me go?”
George shook his head: “No.”
Ji Ma felt a bit disheartened and said, “Then why did your attitude change so quickly? Have you not touched a woman for many years?”
“It has nothing to do with my lack of sex life.”
“No wonder, last night you… were like a dam breaking.”
“The main reason is that I was tired,” George replied. “The responsibilities were too heavy.”
“Too short of an explanation, you must have something you don’t want to say.”
“It’s a long story.”
“Then tell me.”
“At first, I didn’t expect your fighting spirit to be so resolute,” George said. “Before we fought, I was prepared for you to surrender quickly.”
“Heh, did you think I would kneel at your feet, clutch your feet and plead for mercy, then cry continuously?”
George fell silent.
Ji Ma got a bit annoyed and asked sternly, “Your silence suggests you really thought I would do that?”
George replied, “Can I not answer?”
“Congratulations on becoming a master in the world of romance.” I said in a deliberately sorrowful tone: “You know how to coax a girl, and your timing last night was a masterstroke.”
George said, “I thought about that.”
“Heh, and then?”
“You committed suicide, and I started to panic, realizing I could hardly bear the tragedy of your complete departure from me.”
“So, after coming to terms with it, you swung your sword to chase after my resurrected self?”
George smiled wryly: “It’s my duty. You’re evil to the core—how could I let others down? I had to kill Little Ji, and though she was fake, her companionship with me was real. When I saw the armband on your severed arm, I—”
“Alright, stop there.” Ji Ma stretched out her finger to press against his lips, saying, “Being so clear about it, there’s no romance at all. I’m not a fool.”
“You asked me to say it.”
“Capriciousness seems to be my privilege.” Ji Ma noticed George’s gaze was fixed on her chest and tail.
“What’s wrong? Do you want more?”
George embraced her.
“But I don’t want to.” Ji Ma’s body had just healed from last night’s ordeal, and she was still weak. Although it was an exhilarating experience, Ji Ma did not want to go through it again: “You hurt me last night.”
“Marry me.”
“Alright.” Ji Ma said, “How about living right here on Earth?”
“I want to go back. I need to fend off the apocalypse army.”
Hearing this, Ji Ma felt the sweet scent of peach blossoms turning foul: “What? You’re not tired of it yet? After all, Marus is scarier than I am.”
“No.” George tightened his embrace around Ji Ma: “Your complete disappearance is far more terrifying.”
“I really can’t do anything about you.” Ji Ma felt her enthusiasm returning. She pulled her hand away from the space between them and caressed the back of his head, “Come on.”
An hour later.
After Ji Ma finished washing up and changing clothes, she looked in the mirror and saw many red marks on her collarbone and intense exercise marks on her shoulders.
“Master…” Lian Xi looked on, her eyes brimming with tears, “Did he do something to you?”
“Yes, several times.” Ji Ma replied, “But don’t mind it. I’m a succubus; I don’t care about such things.”
Tears fell from Lian Xi’s eyes as she wiped the corners with her hand. After sobbing a few times, she said, “Master, do you want to change into another outfit? The visible marks are too many.”
“What’s there to be afraid of? I don’t care.”
“But others will privately say you are…”
“Let them say whatever they want.” Ji Ma replied, “I’ve been intimate with so many women, it’s almost written all over my face, so what should I be afraid of? Little Li, tie my hair up at my waist.”
Lian Xi tied Ji Ma’s thick hair that reached her waist. Her two horns were long and curved backward, stopping at her shoulder blades, one horn having a break.
Ji Ma twirled around, admiring her mature and tall figure. The red skirt billowed, and the high slit showcased a glimpse of her thigh along with the red handprints on it.
“Little Li, do you think this is too covered up?” Ji Ma asked. “How about something off the shoulder or back?”
“Master, then the whole world will know that the disgusting man has claimed you.”
“What’s this about claiming?” Ji Ma replied. “I certainly can’t say I was unwilling.”
“I’ll change the wording; the whole world will gossip privately, saying you sold yourself to seek forgiveness.” Little Li said, “Clearly, you won.”
“Isn’t that a good thing?”
“Ah?” Lian Xi was taken aback, then a smile emerged on her previously worried face: “Master, you had a plan all along to expose that scoundrel’s hypocritical facade?”
“That’s not the point. The point is, the masses believe he is a lecherous hypocrite.” Ji Ma caressed Lian Xi’s cat ears: “That’s enough.”
Lian Xi ceased being gloomy and said, “Everything is indeed within the Master’s plan.”
“Yes, everything is part of the plan.”
After finishing her makeup, Ji Ma leisurely walked out the door with her head maid.
Outside, it was still dark. Although it was summer, the air had become significantly cooler.
These signs all symbolized the terrifying fate of losing the sun and turning the Earth into an ice ball. People were anxious, stretching their necks in worry as they impatiently awaited the negotiation results, hoping the demon king would return the sun to the world as quickly as possible, regardless of the conditions proposed.
However, Ji Ma took a full twenty minutes to walk from her dormitory to the main hall, during which the witches and maids surrounded her, sincerely praising her achievements.
When they reached the main hall entrance, the witches and maids congregated behind Ji Ma.
Ji Ma felt like a hen leading chicks as she looked toward the envoy who had been waiting for a long time at the main hall entrance.
Dressed in a neat black suit, female, with a bit of charm.
It seemed they had efficiently sent over an envoy whom they thought would match my taste.
The envoy spoke fluently in Mandarin: “Hello, Demon King Ji Ma.”
Even I didn’t like the title “Demon King,” yet they had considered it.
“The representatives are all waiting for you.”
“Have you discussed with George?”
“The sun once benefited all nations and peoples,” the female envoy said. “Reaching a consensus is an arduous task in itself.”
“Then continue with the arduous task.” Ji Ma turned around and said, “You all carry on with the talks, I’m heading back to rest.”
“Demon King Ji Ma, please reconsider. According to expert calculations, in another day, the surface of the Earth’s oceans will begin to freeze. Within a week, the surface temperature will drop to minus 80 degrees Celsius.”
“That sounds great.” Ji Ma said, “There’s a saying in Huaxia: ‘When the nation suffers, the poet thrives.’ Directors and writers will have a completely new subject to write about. I believe there will be an influx of excellent works in the future.”
“But many people will die. Society will collapse, and nations will cease to exist. Where will you purchase social services then? Where will you recruit maids?”
“True, that is a problem.” Ji Ma paused and spoke seriously: “So you all need to quickly reach a consensus with George. I will only negotiate with him. Otherwise, if my maid recruitment plan for the next quarter is delayed, everyone will be in trouble.”
Seeing Ji Ma’s insistence, the female envoy had no choice but to pass on her stance to those behind her.
Once this message reached the Spark Organization and went outside, many couldn’t help but doubt. Was Demon King Ji Ma so determined to negotiate only with George because George had betrayed them? Had he succumbed to Ji Ma’s allure?
This placed a lot of pressure on George.
Three hours later, tiny snowflakes began to fall from the sky above the beautiful palace.
The female envoy notified Ji Ma that everyone had coordinated well and asked her to board the plane quickly.
Preparing the plane was also Ji Ma’s request.
Ji Ma glanced at the plane and said it wasn’t necessary; she directly used “Dream Walking” to quickly arrive at the conference venue through people’s dreams.
The conference venue was brightly lit, with a handful of cameras broadcasting the negotiation live, also capturing Ji Ma’s marks in real time.
The conference lasted twenty minutes.
Fifteen of those minutes were George signing various contracts, ensuring that after the sun returned, he wouldn’t directly or indirectly chop off Ji Ma’s head.
In return.
Ji Ma relinquished her transcendent political status, finally allowing everyone to be equal and return to the constitution, with no more exceptions, and Ji Ma also compensated a sum as severance.
In addition, she promised to regulate the use of curses, limiting them to poverty curses or such and not disabling keyboard warriors at random on the internet.
Furthermore, Ji Ma agreed to remove all “kidnapping-type” curses, thus ceasing to place curses on innocent people.
But the Spark Organization should not target Ji Ma with any further schemes.
After the meeting ended, the Earth, which had been dark for sixteen hours, was once again bathed in sunlight.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and increasingly viewed this campaign against the Demon King as a terrifying joke, leading many to see George as the culprit.
George took the crown fragment Ji Ma offered: “I’ll probably return to my homeland in twenty days.”
Ji Ma asked, “Aren’t you considering staying on Earth?”
“No.” George said, “Remember to meet your parents with me.”
“Why are you so persistent?” Ji Ma looked at him, squinting her eyes, and suddenly said, “It can’t be that you want to awaken my humanity, which in turn is equivalent to resurrecting Little Ji, right?”
George fell silent without answering.
“Give up on that thought.” Ji Ma said, “To make you more desperate, I’ll benevolently accompany you to meet my parents.”
“Mr. George.” At this moment, someone said to George: “This is a court summons. The federal government charges you with twenty-two counts.”
Among them was breaking and entering.
Ji Ma smiled at George: “Dear, I’ll see you in ten days.”
Saying that, she turned and left.
