Night Without End

Chapter 1483: Chapter 610: Still the Lord

If it weren’t for the extraordinary display of the Two Puppets, upon hearing the words "Master," Qin Ming would have gladly "accepted with a smile."

As for now, he nodded indifferently and still... accepted it with a smile, he faced it with a gentle smile as if spring breeze caressing his face,

What about the phrase "Master"? He earned it through his own methods.

Could he possibly be made to "return" it? Even to the extent of considering and cautiously addressing the Chairman? Impossible.

It’s not that Qin Ming is being tough, it’s mainly because a last-minute change of address... is pointless and only makes him appear guilty.

Rather than that, he’d prefer everything to remain as they are.

The Divine nature of the Two Puppets clearly indicates the ancient complexities beneath the surface.

At this moment, the Little Worm exudes an evil aura, and when it meets Qin Ming’s gaze, it sends a shiver through his heart.

Qin Ming sighed inwardly, with One Qi Transforms Three Marks, he inadvertently pushed open the seams of three ancient doors, what lies beyond them, whether an abyss or a Great Brightness, is truly unpredictable.

Especially since the mysterious revival behind one door is happening too swiftly.

The Chairman smiled charmingly, saying: "Master, are you a bit nervous?"

Qin Ming stood with his hands behind his back and said: "Not long ago, the situation was grand; facing that Tomb Lord, I used One Qi to Transform into Two Marks, and my mind felt slightly fatigued."

The Chairman’s posture was graceful, approaching from the night sky; her snowy clothes fluttered as if she were dancing, and she said: "Master, do you need me to loosen up your shoulders and neck?"

She was particularly close in her speech today, yet Qin Ming was not flattered; instead, it made his hair stand on end.

Qin Ming steadied his mind, then spoke frankly: "Chairman, you’re a bit abnormal."

The Chairman’s hair, like silver satin, shone gloriously; upon hearing this, she cast a sidelong glance at him, this so-called Master really didn’t know how to speak.

Qin Ming concentrated intensely yet failed to capture her emotional fluctuations, having no idea what she was thinking.

He only felt that the Chairman’s spirituality had increased.

Usually, she was enveloped as though by cold moonlight, exuding a sense of ethereal and sacred beauty, distant and mystic; today, her every smile and frown seemed more like a flesh-and-blood person.

The Chairman turned her head to look at him, her eyes bright and elegant, smiling clearly and gracefully, saying: "I just have a feeling, didn’t I help you knead your shoulders and hammer your back before?"

Qin Ming remained very composed, standing calmly there, yet inwardly riding a storm, back then, when he ordered the Three around, wasn’t she yet to revive? Can she even remember that?

In those days, whether it was the Chairman, the Two Puppets, or the Little Worm, not only were they free henchmen, but they were satisfactory followers, serving tea and water, massaging legs, and pressing necks and backs were regular occurrences.

Even when Qin Ming consumed the Crimson insect, there would be someone attending beside him, peeling off its metallic shell and pouring wine.

As for the Chairman, she naturally participated, her slender and delicate hands particularly dexterous, fair and translucent, feeding him personally.

"What are you thinking about?" Qin Ming didn’t respond directly.

The Chairman got closer, with a bright and clear halo surrounding her, standing at Qin Ming’s side, saying: "In a daze, my body instinctively revealed past events to me; in some vague fragments, I indeed was diligent and conscientious, easing the Master’s burden and helping you relax."

She raised her eyes, speaking leisurely, still as gentle and graceful, without any hint of anger.

Qin Ming rubbed his forehead; could she even know about those things before her revival? This... what secrets could possibly remain?

Subsequently, under the resonance, he and the Little Worm exchanged a glance, its deep eyes and slight smirk appearing somewhat eerie.

Qin Ming abruptly realized that the Dharma of One Qi Transforms Three Marks might truly count as a forbidden method; he had never intended to awaken their awareness.

"Master, what are you thinking?" the Chairman inquired.

Qin Ming pondered, what was her situation? Had her divine aura weakened, or had she recalled more memories and was trying to intimidate him through the matter of the Two Puppets?

He contemplated that, for now... he remained indifferent.

The Chairman, the Two Puppets, and the Little Worm could only unleash ancient measures in extreme situations; ordinarily, the ancient doors behind them wouldn’t open at all.

Qin Ming felt that he should treat them with an ordinary mindset, behaving naturally.

He thought, the lower he bows, the more counterproductive it will be.

Simultaneously, he questioned himself: Was I raised on fear? Certainly not.

Therefore, Qin Ming turned to look at her, calm and collected, saying: "Past experiences were somewhat vague? That’s simple, you could just relive them. However, let me clarify, you volunteered back then, now it’s up to you."

The Chairman, hearing this, turned her head towards him and said: "You mean, asking me to massage your back again?"

Her side profile was flawless, truly not expecting Qin Ming to remain so composed now.

Qin Ming laughed and said: "A shoulder massage is fine too."

The Chairman’s expression froze slightly before she smiled again, stepping lightly and gracefully behind Qin Ming, saying: "Master, I’m here."

Qin Ming nodded with reserve, saying: "Mm."

Then, his shoulders and neck were clasped by a pair of fair hands, like Warm Jade, pressing him with moderate force initially, which then started to increase.

Qin Ming tensed internally, the Chaos Force surging within his flesh, ready to erupt, undeterred by external intrusion.

The person behind him massaging his shoulders and neck had a formidable background; if word got out, those aware of the Chairman’s identity would certainly be shocked, incredulous because it was truly hard to believe.

Just like the Old Furnace, its mouth would be left agape out of sheer astonishment.

It was utterly lost, was Xiao Qin’s method really so wild?

It cried out silently in its mind: Mingzi, what are you doing? Don’t play with fire or you’ll get burned.

Naturally, it was hard for Qin Ming to completely relax, and for anyone else, it would be a certainty that their hair would stand on end, muscles coiled tight like pieces of iron.

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