After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 51.1

Huan Lang’s heart sank.

The joy that had been so full it was about to overflow completely dissipated.

She thought that the reason Zhao Zhao had been silent and her earlobes slightly pink was because they had toured Yao Guang Ze together tonight.

But having lived for such a long time, how could she not see that Chu Zhao was thinking about someone else.

Someone she knew nothing about.

“Zhao Zhao, are you still uncomfortable? When we get back to Meng Kan Ze, how about I mix you a clear lotus tea with honey dew?” Huan Lang still soothed softly.

Just now, worried about Chu Zhao’s health, she was enveloped in clouds with every step, originally intending to use her clan’s secret movement technique to reach their dwelling in a few breaths, but now she had changed her mind.

She held the soft body in her arms tighter, slowed her pace, and rode the gentle night breeze.

She wanted the time with Chu Zhao to be longer.

Chu Zhao gently tugged at her sleeve, her eyes half-closed as she swayed.

Since waking up, she had been somewhat sleepy. Smelling the scent on Huan Lang, she became even more drowsy, so she only whispered, “But, why are you so good to me, A’Lang…?”

So good that she forged a beautiful sword for her, willingly transformed into her true form to carry her around Yao Guang Ze’s hazy night scenery, and always worried she was bored, staying up all night to talk about falling blossoms with her.

Meng Kan Ze was not far away.

A few steps away, candlelight flickered.

Huan Lang paused for a moment, her eyes moving, and she did not respond.

Quietly watching the delicate person in her arms fall asleep, her chest burned restlessly.

It felt like returning to that night a hundred years ago when the Great Marsh first opened and the stars shifted.

Huan Lang closed her eyes and, following her instinct, leaned down.

She still avoided the lips that had once made her heart stir violently, and only gently kissed Chu Zhao’s cheek.

She couldn’t take advantage of her, but where should the century-long suppressed feelings be discharged after Jiang Yun Po departed this life?

Huan Lang suppressed the heat in her heart, lowered her head, and holding the sleeping Chu Zhao, stepped into Meng Kan Ze.

The bedroom was set with restrictions and should have been quiet, but the sound of a single, crisp piece being placed on a board rang out.

In the deep courtyard, by the stone table near the pond, a poised figure sat respectfully.

Her appearance was otherworldly and exquisite, with long eyebrows that reached her temples, like a solitary soul in the moonlight, ethereal and traceless, and the spiritual energy fluctuations around her were extremely terrifying.

A xun (ocarina) was placed on one side of the chessboard. The woman played by herself and spoke softly, “I have been waiting here for a long time.”

“Lord Huan Lang, have you finally found Zhao Zhao?”

Suddenly, the sound of a frog jumping into the shallow pond was heard, the spring water trickling, yet it felt like a bucket of cold water was poured over her head.

Huan Lang’s expression darkened a little.

She did not answer, but first sent Chu Zhao back, closed the door.

When she turned around, Luo Yu was already standing with her robes gathered, her jade-like bones and refined beauty, her expression gentle and devoid of sharp edges.

Those eyes of pity swept over Huan Lang’s lips, then glanced at her hands in her sleeves, lingering on every place that had touched the girl in the crimson skirt.

Finally, they only settled behind her.

A candle was lit where Chu Zhao was; the little fish was always afraid of the dark.

“Fairy Zhaocing visits late at night, breaking the restrictions of my clan’s territory without informing me. This is quite different from the promise in the communication jade slip,” Huan Lang’s voice carried a hint of coldness.

Luo Yu courteously bowed to her, “It is indeed my presumption.”

“However,” she spoke warmly, her manner pure and kind, “how does Yao Guang Ze plan to fulfill its promise to Kunlun Xu?”

“When will you entrust Zhao Zhao to me?”

The next day, a light drizzle fell over Yao Guang Ze.

At the break of dawn, the clouds churned, and the rain was sparse and the wind fierce.

Chu Zhao woke up from her sleep, took off the close-fitting garment that was slightly damp with sweat, and stepped into the clear warm water to wash away her overnight lethargy.

Most of the Fish Dragon people preferred the damp, rainy weather, but she was somewhat different.

The blurred scenes from her dream kept replaying in front of her. She seemed to have transformed into a small crimson fish, living in a desolate deep pool in the mountains.

The water surface was decorated with delicate, rootless pink lotuses, but looking up, the sky had never fully brightened.

Monsters with various faces crowded around her from behind.

A kelp spirit personally fed her snacks, a mother crab combed her hair, and corals entwined her, speaking warmly and telling her about the snow in Central Continent and the crescent moon in South River.

Chu Zhao listened enthusiastically, grabbing the clumsy shrimp spirit’s antennae that blocked her way, and hitting A’Crab’s face with her tail, making them move aside.

Curled up in the soft shell couch, she preferred the beautiful sight of the morning glow at dawn outside the mountains, as described by the beautiful spirits.

The sky was clear blue, but the clouds were flushed pink as if drunk. In her sight, the vivid and bright glow gradually filled the air.

In a trance, Chu Zhao seemed to glimpse the legendary scene through a thin layer of cloth.

She saw soft, downy snow falling in the mountains that were perpetually covered in white, and further away, ten thousand rays of sunshine dyed the end of the blue sky a crimson red.

“…So beautiful,” she widened her eyes, watching entranced.

Eagerly wanting to share the joy of the moment with someone, or wanting to see the other person’s appearance at this moment, Chu Zhao turned around to peek.

But she couldn’t see the woman’s face clearly no matter what.

The other end of her heart’s connection was faintly starting to feel hot.

Chu Zhao didn’t know whether it was her own heart’s voice or the woman’s implied, unexpressed flow of emotion.

She didn’t even know the other person’s name.

The warm water flowed over her, and Chu Zhao opened her eyes, her eyelashes damp from the steaming heat.

Who was that person, after all?

She hugged her knees in the water and thought for a while, but the dream scene was like mist, or like fragmented moonlight reflected in the water, impossible to grasp again.

Chu Zhao had no appetite, ate a tiny bit of mealworms, and lay against the side of the long couch for another nap.

Suddenly, a ethereal, mournful melody sounded outside the window.

She moistened the paper window with tea water, lightly parting a bit to glimpse a back figure that was exactly like the person in her dream.

She was playing the small jade artifact in her hand under a parasol tree in the courtyard.

Luo Yu suddenly stopped playing.

She hadn’t brought an umbrella, her shoulders were soaked by the drizzle, and she turned back.

The delicate and charming figure, dressed in a thin crimson skirt, was clinging to the door frame with bare feet, secretly peeking at her. It was clear she had dashed over just now.

“Who are you?” The girl was not shy. Seeing that she had been discovered, she simply asked softly.

Luo Yu only smiled faintly.

She walked slowly closer, and facing Chu Zhao’s curious gaze, she squatted down, disregarding her robes falling to the ground and getting stained with dust.

Spiritual energy flowed in her palm, transforming into a pair of water-mist-wreathed shoes. She gently contained the girl’s slender ankles and put them on her.

Her feet, after transforming into human form, were the most sensitive part, like the tip of a fish’s tail, aside from her abdomen. Chu Zhao’s face flushed, as if brushed by a feather.

Thinking that maybe she hadn’t introduced herself, causing the other party to be displeased and remain silent, she learned from the experienced Fish Dragons in the territory and spoke softly, “I, I am Chu Zhao. Fellow Daoist, you…”

“I know,” the woman spoke warmly. “It’s just, in the middle of the night, does Zhao Zhao not recognize me?”

“My name is Luo Yu.”

Chu Zhao’s eyes wavered, and the back of her ears faintly began to feel hot.

Was the woman in front of her perhaps the person from her dream?

The dream person who had watched the rising morning glow and the falling snow in the mountain stream with her, the one whose heart was connected to hers.

Although she felt there were some discrepancies, she… had never encountered an immortal cultivator with such conforming characteristics in Yao Guang Ze.

Luo Yu claimed to be the Sect Leader of Kunlun Xu of the Mystic Gate.

Chu Zhao only quietly said that she wanted to leave Yao Guang Ze and see what the outside world was like, and she was brought onto a jade-green treasured sword, proceeding without any obstruction.

The clouds were dim, and a fine drizzle was still falling, making her mood somewhat heavy. “Luo Yu, can Mystic Gate immortal cultivators calculate the celestial phenomena? When will the rain stop?”

“Does Zhao Zhao dislike rainy days?” Luo Yu spoke softly.

She gently raised her hand, and her wide sleeve covered Chu Zhao’s eyes. Instantly, the sparse sound of rain disappeared from her ears.

Chu Zhao looked around, the sky was clear blue, the spring scenery was bright and moving, birds circled, there was no sign of gloominess.

She cheered happily, shaking Luo Yu’s clothes, her eyes filled with longing, “So amazing! Are all immortal cultivators like Luo Yu, able to summon wind and rain?”

Luo Yu smiled faintly, and discreetly put her arm around the girl’s waist, “As long as Zhao Zhao likes it.”

“If you like sunny days, why don’t you stay by my side, Zhao Zhao? We can tour the Nine Provinces and see all kinds of morning glows in a single day.”

Chu Zhao was a little tempted, but also very troubled, “But I can’t abandon Yao Guang Ze! Huan Lang, and Bei Bei, will definitely miss me.”

“As long as Zhao Zhao and I form a bond,” the woman’s voice was gentle, “I can enter Yao Guang Ze with you and accompany you always.”

Chu Zhao was feeling dizzy from the breath that was fanned toward her, and she mumbled, “Form a bond?”

How was it formed?

Was it not necessary for two hearts to be connected? Could it be formed just by meeting once, like now?

She bit her lip, gently shook her head, and refused, “After forming the bond, will Luo Yu be trapped by A’Chu’s side? No… I want Luo Yu to be free and unrestrained, like she is now.”

A gentle laugh grazed her ear.

“Zhao Zhao thinks so?” Luo Yu rested her chin on her neck, “But to me, if you admire someone, you must hide them in a place only you know.”

“You need her to only look at you.”

The embrace of the person behind her was soft, yet Chu Zhao suddenly felt breathless.

She struggled free in distress and turned to look. Luo Yu was still the same, her gentle and affectionate gaze seeped in like water. She spoke, “Zhao Zhao?”

She took out an exquisite object from her sleeve, which refracted a clear halo in the sunlight.

It was actually a delicate pearl chain with a small fish charm.

Chu Zhao’s wrist was held by the woman, and the cold circles winding around it made her shrink back a little.

Then she heard the other party’s extraordinarily gentle words, “Zhao Zhao, this bracelet contains a wisp of my life soul. Is it okay for me to entrust it to you for safekeeping?”

The pearl chain was indeed very beautiful. She looked at it for a long time under the light. Because she liked bright, sparkling things, she was reluctant to take it off.

For a moment, she seemed to have a hallucination, as if a long time ago, her wrist had also been adorned with something heavy and cool.

It emitted a cold, bright halo, protecting her safety, but never overly restricting her movements.

It was as if she was properly placed in the most secret place, yet that person only watched from a distance with restraint.

If she moved far away, they would move closer; if they got so close that she felt uncomfortable, they would retreat on their own, leaving behind a slender back figure that she yearned for.

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