The Lover's Prattle

Demon Scum//2.2

The cultivation of demons has two methods––killing and taming. Killing involved creatures killing each other while taming entailed creatures killing their own soul.

The spirits killed by someone with demon cultivation were kept using demonic energy and were released when the soul was tamed. The greater the cultivation of a creature, the more its soul was tormented.

One can only successfully cultivate in the demon world if a combination of killing and taming were used. This was also the reason why many practitioners could not successfully cultivate because they were unable to bear the pain of taming.

Even for Lin Zhao, it was painful. Qingruo had seen him do it and at that time. He had pierced the skin of his palm with his nails until he bled. At that time, she was scared and fed him all of her spiritual medicine. In the end, Lin Zhao was able to overcome the training.

The second time he wanted to tame his body, Qingruo tried to dissuade him but was unable to in the end. As a last resort, she told Gungun to go disrupt him. The fox didn't dare to but Qingruo pointed a thousand-year-old metal dagger to the fox and said, "Are you going or not? If not, I will hurt you." The fox was scared, so it complied with her demands.

Later, Lin Zhao lost his temper. He released his demonic aura and forced Qingruo into a corner. She was scared half to death and ended up closing her eyes, and telling him to let go. However, her hands were still tightly latched to his clothes.

Lin Zhao made her dance for a whole night without stopping until his anger dissipated. That night, she wore a light pink dress with pink peach flowers embroidered on the bottom. When she spun, it was as if the peach blossoms were blooming, and the surrounding was raining with blossoms.

Lin Zhao looked at the focused expression of Qingruo and felt a little unaccustomed. He took a step forward and reached out to her, saying, "Get up."

Qingruo pursed her lips, holding Gungun in one hand and taking his hand with the other. His hands were cold but hers were even colder.

Lin Zhao clenched the cold, petite hand in the palm of his hand and frowned. Then, he forcefully pulled her closer.

"Ouch~" She shouted, feeling the pinch in her hand. While Lin Zhao was still trying to pull her up, Gungun's weight while in her embrace was pulling her down. Her center of gravity was unstable, and Gungun tried to crawl deeper into her bosom.

Frowning, she let Gungun go. Gungun knew that it was in trouble and quickly ran back toward its den in the main hall. Its usual healthy vigor contrasted with the current appearance.

Qingruo snorted at its disappearing figure, while Lin Zhao sullenly smiled. She shook off his hand and stepped into the hall while holding her skirt. After walking for a while, she suddenly turned around and saw that Lin Zhao was still in the same place, except the place where he once held her was now empty. Qingruo snorted softly and walked back with her skirt.

A small and tender hand appeared in Lin Zhao's sight. A cool sensation of a hand was placed on his palm, and her hand appeared to be only the size of a third of his palm.

"Let's go, I have something to ask you," she said with a commanding tone. Lin Zhao heard her tone of voice and became a little anxious.

She never hid her emotions. Lin Zhao held her hand again but with more strength than before. Then, the two returned to the main hall and came to a light wooden table in front of the bell. In fact, they rarely sat face-to-face and discussed something so serious in the main hall.

Lin Zhao rarely went out. Even if they didn't have anything to talk about, Qingruo would often come over to pester him. He could not help but smile, no matter how many times his fangs slipped out unconsciously.

She was always right and had self-confidence. Or perhaps, she wasn't always right, and it was always him going along with her antics.

There was only one chair in the main hall, so they had to remain standing. Qingruo carefully released a soundproofing charm and took out many things from the Qiankun bag.

Lin Zhao watched quietly without rushing her. When Qingruo was serious about doing things, she had a good rhythm and her face held no expressions. No matter what she was doing, her actions were as gentle as water and wouldn't let others become anxious.

Qingruo made the most meticulous arrangements to ensure that no practitioners or demons could listen in on their conversation. Then, she pulled Lin Zhao's palm over to her and began to write characters on it. Her fingers were smooth, her nails were clean, and her fingers slid lightly on his palm.

Lin Zhao's tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth. His fangs slid out uncontrollably and poked his inner lip, causing a slight itch, which was mixed with dull pain. However, the feeling in his palm was different. It was completely different.

"Your cultivation is decreasing?" Qingruo was pulling his wrist with her right hand as her fingertips stopped at his palm. She tilted her head to look at him and was worried.

Lin Zhao breathed out lightly with very little distance between them. Her eyelashes were long and touched his cheeks. The breath he exhaled formed a tiny drop of moisture on her pink lips.

Even her eyelashes were draped with the dew.

He seemed to hear her heart pounding: badum, badum, badum. She was as lovely as a sparkling starry sky.

"Yes. My cultivation is decreasing."

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She didn't dodge,

Does this mean that I can kiss her?

Kiss her

Kiss her

Kiss her

--[Black Box]