After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 76.2

The little fish was completely played by the two of them, her expression very adorable.

Gui Ji stared at the girl’s figure in the mirror, reluctant to look away for a long time.

She suppressed her voice to Si Jing’s usual indifferent tone, and smiled softly, “Zhaozhao, it’s Yingzhi.”

“Yingzhi… has already eliminated the bad guys and will come to pick you up from the illusion very soon.”

“Be a good girl and have a nap, and wait for Yingzhi, alright?”

After coaxing Chu Zhao into happy anticipation, Gui Ji dispersed the mist mirror, then suddenly bent down, covering her lips with her sleeve, and coughed softly.

Her snow-white sleeve was soaked with fresh blood.

Before Si Jing went to Danyong City alone, Gui Ji had used all her remaining demonic energy to protect the woman’s heart meridian.

Now, she was the one afflicted with the slow-acting poison and whose lifespan was nearing its end.

Gui Ji didn’t tell anyone about this.

She and Si Jing were originally one entity; as the half of the vicious, darker soul that split off, she wouldn’t tell Si Jing.

Even by instinct, she wanted to protect the pure, white-as-paper other half.

The cold and aloof side that Jiang Yun had singularly favored.

Gui Ji wiped the blood from her lips, drew out the Plain Sword, and awkwardly stepped onto the blade.

She mimicked the way Si Jing flew on her sword, which she had seen in her Sea of Consciousness, and left Danyong City.

She meticulously washed away the splashes of red on her sleeve, concealed the deep, unsalvageable demonic patterns in her eyes, and put on the gentle smile that Chu Zhao liked.

Clumsily, she imitated everything about Si Jing.

Gui Ji resented Si Jing.

She resented her for seizing control of the body for over a hundred years, resented her for robbing her of the first meeting with the little fish, and resented her for having Chu Zhao’s timid gentleness all to herself.

She resented her even more for personally piercing Chu Zhao’s chest, which led to the current situation.

But on the day Si Jing fell into depravity and her seven emotions and six desires were released, Gui Ji curled up in a corner of the woman’s Sea of Consciousness and heard the surging thoughts, which surged like a tidal wave.

Chu Zhao.

Little fish, little fish, little fish, little fish, little fish, little fish…

The cold, frosty person was almost maniacally craving to see the little fish in her palm light up her round eyes and call her “Zhizhi” again.

Only then did Gui Ji realize that Si Jing was no different from her.

She was exactly like her former self, desperately trying to feel the taste of a throbbing heartbeat, wanting to reciprocate Jiang Yun with the same emotion.

She was still unwilling.

She didn’t know where she lost to Si Jing. Even though the little fish’s memory was erased, she always wanted to escape her embrace and rush towards that dull figure.

She clearly wanted to see the shy and charming look in Chu Zhao’s apricot eyes when they held only her.

Gui Ji conceived the idea of eliminating Si Jing and taking her place to impersonate her.

She coaxed Si Jing into weaving a vast illusion, yet she tasted no sweetness from it, and now she had to face the enemy alone to eliminate Luo Yu for her.

Gui Ji had initially thought Si Jing would refuse, or even be instantly driven to kill her.

But she only heard a soft, low “Alright” from the cold woman.

Si Jing pressed her fingers to her chest and instructed her on everything the little fish liked in this life.

As she recounted, she didn’t seem like a person who had fallen into depravity, but rather like the gentle, dull sword cultivator she had found annoying back on Yulu Peak.

She was willing to sacrifice herself, break the illusory karmic cause and effect, in exchange for the little fish no longer suffering through reincarnation.

In the end, she only murmured confusedly, “After entering the dream, will Zhaozhao still remember me?”

How could Gui Ji not know what Si Jing was thinking?

She had spent time with the woman during the lonely days when Si Jing hadn’t met the little fish and was hidden on Yulu Peak.

As a Cold Stone, Si Jing, like her past self, habitually lost her memories.

For a person who doesn’t know their origin or destination, the most fervent wish in their heart is to be remembered by the person they cherish.

She knew that Chu Zhao had long become the woman’s Dao heart.

Even if she fell into depravity, it was where her demon heart led.

In the illusion, Si Jing paved a boundless deep sea for Chu Zhao, enough for the little fish to transform into her massive original form and swim freely;

She murmured softly to herself, “Zhaozhao told me she doesn’t like staying in a fish tank.”

“She… has always loved freedom.”

The demonic energy reshaped the desolate mountain cave that the little fish was attached to, and also fabricated numerous ordinary human bodies to create a bustling, noisy market. Every night, there were realistic and exquisite firework displays.

Gui Ji heard Si Jing muttering, “Zhaozhao likes to watch these, likes to hold my hand and stroll through the market.”

“I promised her I would fulfill all her wishes.”

Si Jing reproduced almost every detail of her time with Chu Zhao in the illusion.

But Yulu Peak was the sole omission.

When Gui Ji asked the woman about it, she only offered a bleak smile, “Zhaozhao is afraid of the cold.”

“If she remembered being pierced through the chest with a dagger on Yulu Peak… she would probably be too scared to sleep.”

Si Jing wanted to be remembered by Chu Zhao, yet was contradictorily worried that the little fish would forget all the unbearable, painful past that originated from her.

How could this be allowed?

Gui Ji felt her blood churning and burning all over. Every breath with the slow-acting poison was as difficult as having her bones scraped and flesh cut away.

Her eyes were burning. After coughing up a mouthful of blood, she smiled instead.

She murmured softly to herself, “A-Jing, I want you to be unable to escape the past, to be eternally entangled with the little fish.”

“You… just take my place and stay by Zhaozhao’s side forever.”

Take her place to control the love gu, take her place to measure every inch of Chu Zhao’s shy, amorous appearance with your eyes.

This time, don’t lose the little red fish in your palm again.

Si Jing woke up from a high fever.

Her eyelids were heavy, her ears still filled with the aftershocks of the Xuan-Demon battle in Danyong City, and Luo Yu’s mad laughter as she pronounced her imminent death from the poison.

She struggled to sit up, but something tender and soft brushed against her arm, accompanied by the girl’s discontented, whiny sleep talk.

The quilt was half-covered. Chu Zhao’s shoulder was bare, half her body still nestled in Si Jing’s arms, her face flushed, sleeping soundly.

She mumbled softly, “Wedding wine… sweet! A-Chu wants more…”

The overturned jade cups for the wedding wine were beneath the bed, tangled with undergarments.

The scene of the previous night was blurry and elusive.

Si Jing only felt her body becoming hotter, and a tide of lust she could not resist rushed up.

She pressed her lips together, restraining herself, but still couldn’t find relief. Instead, she couldn’t help but groan softly.

She suspected this was an illusion, but when she looked down and saw the little fish clinging to her, her chest still softened into a mess.

She lifted the quilt. Chu Zhao’s hands and ankles were still bound by jade chains, though they were much looser, allowing for free movement.

It looked more like… a form of passion play.

Si Jing could no longer restrain the surging heat in her body. She leaned down and took Chu Zhao’s light pink lips in hers.

Even though she now had an ordinary human body, was poisoned with the slow-acting toxin, and would die soon, and even though the little fish could no longer feel love for her.

She still couldn’t suppress the instinct to be intimate with the girl.

Zhaozhao had already performed the soul-bond ceremony with her, she was her Dao companion, so what was wrong with this?

Wrapped in the tide of passion, Si Jing’s jade-like neck flushed. In her trance, she seemed to hear Gui Ji’s sneer, “A-Jing, how does it taste?”

“Everything now is exactly what you wished for… the taste of the love gu.”

For some reason, Gui Ji’s voice was much weaker than before.

Si Jing ignored the sudden interference in her ear, kissing Chu Zhao delicately along the corners of her lips, her chest rising and falling.

Chu Zhao woke up from the kisses, fluttering her hazy eyelashes, whimpering and trying to escape, but her hands were suddenly pressed above her head, not to mention the restraint of the chains.

She saw the woman’s desiring, peach-blossom eyes, her breath hot, arousing a subtle shiver in her morning body.

“Zhaozhao.” Si Jing kissed the small cinnabar mole beneath her collarbone, calling her in a soft, hoarse voice.

“Yingzhi wants to… is that alright?”

Chu Zhao shook her head defensively, panicking and resisting, “Absolutely not! Last night, last night was already very tiring.”

Seeing her resistance, the woman’s long lashes lowered. The jade-like tip of her nose turned a faint pink, and a cool dampness traced down her cold cheek.

The love gu in her body was acting up, igniting a raging fire like kindling. Si Jing could no longer think about who the little fish had sought pleasure with last night.

The unbearable need for satisfaction and the dark possessiveness hidden in her heart fermented together.

Si Jing tightened the chain restraining the little fish’s wrists, coil after coil, winding it around her palm.

She leaned down, coaxing softly, “Being with Yingzhi will make Zhaozhao feel even better than last night.”

“Zhaozhao, close your eyes… alright?”

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