After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 55

Zhu Yin actually did not cry out in pain, her ears were flushed red, and she mumbled, catching a glimpse of Chu Zhao’s knuckle with her peripheral vision.

She picked up Chu Zhao’s hand to rub it, afraid of hurting her.

Chu Zhao only felt that the hands of the woman before her were very rough, like the gray, scaly patches of the original body, which had rubbed her own hands raw.

She was stifled with unvented frustration, and was about to say a few more words, when she suddenly heard Luo Yu’s soft voice from outside the door.

“Zhaozhao, are you talking to someone?”

She bit her lip in panic, clutching the bedding beside her, covering both herself and Zhu Yin completely.

In the darkness, she finally saw that the vertical pupils of this clumsy dragon were actually gold, full of intimidation, staring at her without blinking.

Yet, her actions were extremely clumsy; when their eyes met, she frantically covered her mouth, signaling that she would not make a sound again.

Chu Zhao’s mind was in a turmoil, but she was suddenly hidden in the embrace of the woman who had suddenly rushed at her.

Her hand pressed against the firm chest, and she heard Zhu Yin’s heavy, strong heartbeat.

“A’Chu…” Zhu Yin held the cloud-like soft person, her voice ethereal.

Yet, she did not hide her vigilance, “Bad person, outside.”

She racked her brains, remembering the spell she was born knowing.

As long as she tore open a gap, she could take Chu Zhao and escape.

But her demonic power was exhausted, and she was afraid she could no longer maintain her human form, nor hold the maiden like this.

Zhu Yin’s gold-flecked eyes dimmed, a rare sight.

If she couldn’t even transform into her human form, would the little fish still like her?

Chu Zhao heard the sound of the illusion she had set up being broken, and the door was pushed open from the outside, causing her shoulders to flinch subtly.

She didn’t know how to explain Zhu Yin’s presence to Luo Yu.

The sound of footsteps grew closer.

But suddenly, Chu Zhao felt a blinding golden light, and her body suddenly felt lighter.

She opened her eyes blankly.

The clumsy dragon had long reverted to its small snake form, curling up weakly and listlessly in her arms, eyes closed in a daze.

And before her was no longer a narrow, enclosed room, but a stone cave somewhere unknown in the Nine Provinces.

…

Luo Yu stopped outside the heavy silk curtains.

She did not lift them to look, because she had already sensed that the little fish inside had escaped.

Within her line of sight, with a weak ancient dragon that should not have been alive, and whose power had mostly dissipated.

The woman sat down leisurely by the table, unhurried and not in a rush to pursue.

Lowering her eyes, she lifted the tea cup lid; the water rippled, reflecting her pair of indifferent eyes, which, stripped of all embellishment, appeared unfeeling.

Tilting her head back, she drained the tea, and Luo Yu placed the porcelain cup back, her knuckles tapping the table in a rhythmic pattern.

One tap, two taps.

On the third tap, the teacup suddenly shattered into powder.

And just at this moment, at the wide-open doorway, a streak of snow-colored clothing hem drifted across the threshold.

The newcomer was tall, with a simple sword tied at her waist, her skin pale, like translucent jade. When the wind rose, it lifted her ink-satin long hair, intertwining with the white cloth covering her eyes.

Luo Yu’s lips lifted slightly, “Ying Zhi.”

Si Jing stepped in, the little fish sword tassel on her sword hilt swaying slightly.

She suppressed the tumultuous demonic energy surging around her; her knuckles were white, and beneath the snow-white blindfold, her eyes were hollow and unfocused, the tips of her eyelashes tinged with crimson.

“Zhaozhao, where is she?” Her voice was hoarse, no longer clear and crisp.

Luo Yu replied with an understatement, “It has been four days, and you only now come searching.”

She faced the woman of charming appearance who had already fallen into depravity, raising her lips to reveal a gentle and benevolent smile.

“Do you know that Gui Ji found the little fish much earlier than you?”

Chu Zhao found two soft meditation cushions in the stone cave of unknown location.

She sat on one herself, put the clumsy dragon that had reverted to its original form in her arms on the other, gathered some dry grass to use as tinder, and used spiritual power to ignite a small cluster of fire.

Although Zhu Yin had exhausted her demonic power, she woke up quickly. When those golden vertical pupils saw the flickering flame, she startled, stumbled, and quickly scurried back into Chu Zhao’s arms, shivering.

Clumsy and foolish, with an intelligence even lower than the little fish fry newly born in Yaoguang Lake.

Chu Zhao poked Zhu Yin’s head, and gave a soft “Hmph.”

Propping her chin up, she recalled the scene of her and the clumsy dragon being concealed under the bedding together just now, with the other protecting her like she was hoarding food, hiding her in her embrace, and she couldn’t help but feel a little hot in the face.

It’s better when she’s in her human form. Although she’s not very good-looking, she can still talk to her.

The small dragon’s body was cold and hard; when poked by her, it looked dazed and even clumsier.

Seeing that Chu Zhao did not resist, it became more presumptuous, circling around her snow-white, slender wrist and climbing up her collar, its miniature dragon horns gently rubbing her neck in a spoiled manner.

“Mmm…” Chu Zhao felt itchy where the dragon scales grazed her, and was a little annoyed, “Clumsy dragon, what are you doing, don’t climb up!”

Unfortunately, her words were a little slow.

The ancient dragon race is inherently prone to lust, and a dragon whose spiritual intelligence has not yet fully awakened is even more so.

Chu Zhao wanted to grab Zhu Yin’s tail, but her wrist was instantly entangled.

The little dragon seemed very curious, tilting its head, and quickly invaded her collar, disturbing her crimson dress until it was messy and spread open.

Seemingly indulging in the warmth within, it twisted its dull-colored body, opened its mouth, bit the tie string, and lightly tugged it open.

Chu Zhao only felt all the strength being drained from her body. She was originally inexperienced in matters of the heart, only feeling that Zhu Yin was playing hide-and-seek with her.

She pursed her lips, and suddenly pressed the naughty dragon inside her clothes beneath her body.

“Now you can’t bite my skirt anymore,” she said triumphantly, “Hurry up and come out!”

Zhu Yin was squeezed into the snow-white softness, whimpering dazedly a few times. Looking around, her vertical pupils widened due to desire.

She didn’t understand Chu Zhao’s words, only hearing the soft, rising, seemingly spoiled tone, and became even more audacious.

Extending its short dagger-shaped tongue, it obsessively licked the pinkish skin.

Chu Zhao vaguely felt something was wrong. The places where the cold and rough thing passed over gradually became hot, itchy, and numb.

She leaned against the meditation cushion, a blush spreading across her cheeks, reaching out in confusion and panic to catch the squirming clumsy dragon inside her clothes, “Mmm… Don’t lick, it’s so… so dirty!”

The flames in the fire pit flickered. Chu Zhao couldn’t hold down the slippery and cold thing inside her collar; instead, it caused her to break out in a thin sweat.

She gritted her teeth, having no choice but to use a spell. The crimson spiritual power that she had just used to ignite the fire immediately emanated from her fingertips, reaching out to touch the blindly burrowing clumsy dragon.

“Woah!” Zhu Yin flinched as she was scalded, and she pitifully curled up her body.

In that brief moment, she was grabbed by the tip of her tail by Chu Zhao and flung out, plopping onto the ground.

She felt dizzy and smelled something burnt.

But she didn’t have time to worry about herself, and was even more afraid that the beautiful and charming person in front of her would be angry. She hurriedly crawled back, using her rough head to nudge the maiden’s fingertip, looking very pitiful, “Woo, woo-ooh…”

Chu Zhao hadn’t recovered from the sense of shame she felt just now, a thin layer of moisture in her eyes. Seeing the Zhu Yin who held so many bad intentions, she scolded, “Bad dragon! If you bully me again, do you believe I’ll roast you!”

This time, Zhu Yin caught the anger in the maiden’s tone.

She curled herself into a tiny circle, feeling a little lost, but soon forgot her pain. Looking up, she caught a glimpse of Chu Zhao’s pale pink fingertips.

She recalled that just a moment ago, through the fabric, she seemed to have touched Chu Zhao’s scales, which felt soft and tingly, and she immediately buried her head in shame.

But this time, no matter how obediently she rubbed against Chu Zhao, the other person only glared at her sullenly, withdrew her hand, and remained silent.

Zhu Yin couldn’t understand for a moment, and anxiously circled around her.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck her. She went to a dark corner of the stone cave, held the edge of a piece of fabric in her mouth, and dragged it hard toward Chu Zhao.

“What is this?” Chu Zhao asked, tilting her head.

Could it be that this small stone cave was the clumsy dragon’s treasure trove?

She couldn’t contain her curiosity, reached out, and pulled back the curtain.

It was actually a basket full of pearls and precious stones, glittering brightly in the light of the fire.

Pulling back another curtain, sun-dried, fragrant mealworms spilled out;

In another bamboo basket, there were a few pink lotus flowers, picked from who knows where, that had long withered without water.

Zhu Yin looked expectantly at Chu Zhao.

She was initially very happy, but seeing the maiden purse her lips, her eyes suddenly turned slightly red. Zhu Yin immediately climbed anxiously onto the other’s wrist, rubbing against it soothingly.

She didn’t understand why taking out the things A’Chu liked had instead made her unhappy.

“Clumsy dragon…” Chu Zhao’s voice was muffled, “I… I miss Yaoguang Lake.”

She missed the lush lotuses, the misty charm deep in the great lake, and the countless small fish fry that would rush towards her when she immersed herself in the water.

A very strange scene also vaguely appeared before her eyes: withered branches and leaves, dim light, but the water pool was clear and quiet, making her so attached to it.

It must be a very important place, but it seemed she had forgotten everything after waking up from her injury.

Zhu Yin didn’t want to see Chu Zhao sad. She picked up a string of delicate shell beads, clumsily climbed onto her ankle, and fastened it for her.

Chu Zhao hugged her knees, her expression distant, as if she had fallen into vague, ethereal memories.

Before she woke up from her severe injury, she seemed to have also tried her best to please someone, just like Zhu Yin was doing now.

Her vision was always filled with that snow-white robe, unstained by dust. She would expose her soft belly, shake her tail with all her might, all just to attract attention, wanting to catch a glimpse of the person’s shallow curve of the lips, which felt like an illusion.

But, it was so tiring.

Like a boundless pool of water, no matter how she swam, she could never reach the end.

Pearls, shells—Chu Zhao took out all the treasures she had collected, cupped them in the person’s palm, and looked up expectantly.

She only heard a beautiful, gentle sigh.

That palm could accommodate her to curl up, but although it was soft, it was always cold, and couldn’t be warmed no matter how much she tried.

So, Chu Zhao wanted to offer the heart that was shyly beating in her chest. Her insides were already on the verge of scorching and melting.

She thought, it shouldn’t matter if I give a little to her, right?

Her lips slightly parted, then she suddenly frowned.

A deep chill and pain spread through her chest, pulling her back from the illusion to reality.

Zhu Yin cried out a few times, very worried. She held Chu Zhao’s fingertip in her mouth, hurriedly transferring her little remaining demonic power to her.

“No need,” Chu Zhao murmured, withdrawing her hand.

She didn’t know why she was recalling these fragmented images that seemed so far away from her.

She was born to love freedom, so how could she have been so humble?

The edge of the stone cave was soaked with moisture, dripping and pattering, and she realized that it seemed to be raining.

Chu Zhao didn’t like rainy days. The humid air would make her unhealed wounds ache unbearably.

So she just curled up into a small ball, quietly staring at the fire that she had just lit, which was flickering and warm.

Rustling footsteps came, getting closer to the cave entrance.

The weariness that Chu Zhao had just built up dissipated. Her mind was clear now, she bit her lip slightly, and her gaze fell outside the stone cave.

Although she had the ability to protect herself, there was still a clumsy dragon beside her. If the person who came was indeed Luo Yu, she couldn’t guarantee a safe escape for them both.

The first thing that entered the stone cave was a blood-stained plain sword, the tip of which was still dripping crimson.

Immediately after, a figure with unsteady steps, its hemline almost completely soaked in deep crimson, rushed in.

The woman’s figure was delicate, solitary and alone, like a handful of moist, unblemished snow stained in the dim night.

There were residual bloodstains on the corners of her lips, and there was a terrifying wound on her chest that was gushing blood.

She had a white cloth covering her eyes, which was stained with a shocking crimson. The air around her was swirling with malevolent energy, as if she was struggling to restrain the demonic energy surging within her body.

Sensing the burning firelight, she seemed to realize that someone was inside the stone cave, and her gaze suddenly fell towards this direction, “…”

Zhu Yin’s scales bristled, ready to pounce, “Ao! Ao-wuu!”

Chu Zhao knelt on the meditation cushion, looking up at the newcomer in a daze.

She saw a lotus leaf on the cuff of the woman’s sleeve, almost completely saturated with wet blood.

“Clumsy dragon, come back!” She pulled the tip of the small dragon’s tail and hid it in her arms.

Zhu Yin was so clumsy, how could she possibly win against the sword cultivator in front of her?

Having lived in Yaoguang Lake for so long, Chu Zhao had almost never encountered anyone with such a heavy concentration of demonic energy. She felt uneasy inside, but her voice didn’t show fear, “Are… are you a demon?”

Clang.

The woman lost her strength, and the plain sword, tightly held in her palm and soaked in blood, fell to the ground.

The damp night wind swept past. She lowered her face, thinking for a moment that the soft voice in her ear was an illusion that she had repeatedly generated after falling into depravity.

Zhaozhao.

Zhaozhao, Zhaozhao.

Was the person in front of her her little fish?

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