The Lover's Prattle

Demon Scum//1.2

Lin Zhao raised his hand and gently beckoned her, "Come and see." His tone was light and peaceful. Qing Ruo gave a soft sigh, and her delicate hands that were covered by the sleeves became exposed as she pulled the skirt hem up.

Qingruo was walking towards him and was faced away from the four saintesses who came together, so she could not see the wonderful expression on their faces now. Lin Zhao raised his hand to hold his chin. The main hall was broken and there were many cracks on the ground, but her footsteps were light. He listened to the sounds slowly approaching and felt that she was particularly interesting.

The top of the big clock was pointed. He did not use any magic, but the chair sat firmly on the pointed top.Qingruo approached the big clock, let go of her skirt, and put her palm on the heavy clock.

She tilted her head, looked up, and suddenly laughed, "Oh~ the chair didn't fall on it." It turns out that Lin Zhao used magic energy to fix the chair in mid-air.

Lin Zhao lowered his head and gazed at her soft hands, which contrasted against the striking colors of the clock. He turned and glanced at the white-haired fox hiding at the corner of the pillar. It flew across the space but did not land in Lin Zhao's hands; instead, it landed in Qingruo's embrace. The fox let out a long breath but did not dare to openly show its relief. Qingruo blinked at the sudden change.

Looking down at the well-behaved little fox in her arms, Qingruo ran her hands through the animal's soft long fur. The fox's mouth curved slightly at the ends, making a small uwu face. Lin Zhao, with undisguised emotion in his eyes, suddenly felt his fangs slide out and poke at his bottom lip; his originally dark eyes instantly became bright red.

"Keep it," he said.

"Okay!" She replied, straightforwardly and without hesitation. Her voice was clear and sweet, just as sweet as the fruity candies.

The five saintesses were all allowed to stay. The main peak of Xuanjue Sect was the one that was destroyed the most, but the other peaks did not fare much better.

Four of the maidens were allocated one peak each. Each saintess selected her own dwelling, and various instruments were used to make defensive arrays around their living establishments. The last step was to take care of the broken corpses, rotting carcasses, and blood that still remained from the massacre.

The title for the saintesses seemed to be glamorous, but it was really only a maiden sacrifice being sent to death's doors. However, it still required a pretty face and a perfect figure. Because people were already used to disposing of dead bodies, it did not take long for the peaks to be cleaned out.

The only exception was Qingruo, who was taken back to the main peak. Standing in front of Lin Zhao and holding the little fox, she evaded his intense gaze. Her voice was soft and filled with embarrassment, "Lin Zhao. Can I really live here?"

Lin Zhao came down from his seat and walked over to where there was a Qiankun bag on the ground. The owner of the bag was long killed by him, so the enchantment that blocked others from looking inside was also long gone. Currently, he was casually digging inside it and was investigating what was inside. Lin Zhao glanced at her, the fox in her arms, and the expression on her face that made her seem like she had nothing more to live for.

"Oh?" He said in a shallow tone. She did not say anything, but her gaze followed the growing pile of treasures.

Lin Zhao chuckled."Do you want it?" Without waiting for her to answer, with a sweep of his arm, the pile of goods from the Qiankun bag moved to beside Qingruo's feet. The fox that was pretending to be dead in her arms instantly stood upright.

The things inside were not up to Lin Zhao's standards, but it did not mean that it did not meet others' standards as well. The fox sat up suddenly, and Qing Ruo looked down at it, raised her hand, and pet the fur on its head in an effort to appease the animal. She did not look at Lin Zhao, and shook her head saying, "No." The next sentence was said as quiet as a mosquito. Her cheeks flamed red as she whispered, "I- I am afraid of the corpses."

However, Lin Zhao's hearing was excellent. The smooth movements of his hands paused. Indeed, every peak of the entire Xuanjue Gate was currently full of dead people and broken limbs. Although the place is currently a mess, because Lin Zhao was personally here, the subordinates have cleaned the area.

"Why are you here?" Lin Zhao resumed his movements and asked her. The bag was being quickly cleared as he asked her. Qingruo murmured, "My father went into seclusion to cultivate, so the leader and the sect leader asked me to come."

"Father?"

Her eyes brightened at the mention of her father and her voice became more animated. "My father is the master of Yunze peak; he's very powerful!~"

Even though Lin Zhao had only come to know the leaders of the Jianghu because of the demon sect, he had still heard of the Yunze peak lord. The man is said to be powerful and overbearing and held the title "the world's #1 father." His daughter's mountain was said to have been built up with spirit stones. So it turns out the sect leader not only wanted to send the daughter of the Yunze peak lord to death, but also wanted the peak lord to kill him? He was truly trying to kill two birds with one stone.

Lin Zhao took a handful of spirit fruits from the collection of goodies found in the Qiankun bag and fed them to the drooling animal in Qingruo's embrace. Holding the bag out, he said, "Well, I think your father is very good."

The bag hangs halfway in the air.

The little girl smiled brightly, "Thank you~"

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Thank you...?

The past held two words;

The past held passion

--[Black Box]