The Lover's Prattle

Demon Scum//4.1

Demons have really strong healing abilities. Qingruo gave Lin Zhao medicine and a set of clothing from her Qiankun bag, then turned around to give him some privacy. He cleaned the blood off of his body with internal energy and then obediently changed his clothes.

"Qingruo, I'm done now," he said.

She turned around, and Lin Zhao stood with one leg on the bed and one leg in the air, holding the dirty clothes in his hands while raising his head to look at her. A usually scary and fear-provoking face currently looked quite pitiful, even with pointed ears and blood red eyes.

Qingruo slightly smiled and went to get the clothes in his hand. She folded them neatly next to him and put them inside of his Qiankun bag. Taking out a quilt, Qingruo got on the bed while pulling him in bed with her.

Pulling the quilt on top of them, Qingruo gently whispered, "Try to sleep a little and not cultivate so much; if you can't sleep, just lie down for a while." He hummed softly in agreement.

Qingruo reached to pull out the night pearl embedded in the wall, returning the once brightly lit room to a state of darkness. Her warm hand slowly reached under the quilt to hold Lin Zhao's ice-cold hand. After a while, he brought her hand to his chest and flipped it so her's was in his rough palm. Without his cultivation disguising all of his insecurities, he had scars on his hands with prominent bone joints and thick calluses; Lin Zhao held Qingruo tightly, making her skin tingle. She leaned over to his side and put her other hand on his face, tracing the deep and heavy scar. Qingruo's heart shook, and her hands trembled as she ran her hand against the length of the scar. Sighing softly, Qingruo stopped her fingers at his chin.

In the dark, Lin Zhao heard her sigh clearly. His heart hurt to the point, and it hurt to the point that he could barely breathe. He moved his hand to stop her hand from escaping, and pulling her fingers to touch the deepest scar on his skull, he said, "This scar was made by the Xuanjue Sect."

Following a scar that ran from his left eye, across the bridge of his nose, to the right corner of his mouth, he said, "This scar is from the head of the Jinhe Sect."

Lin Zhao recounted the scars one by one for her. They were not only from the main sects, but some were also from some smaller sects as well. The last scar on his arm reached the center of his palm, which was currently holding onto Qingruo's fingertips.

Lin Zhao leaned closer and kissed her lips. The scars on his lips rubbed against her lips roughly.

He spoke, "Qingruo, let's sleep for a while." She softly agreed, her cheek lying against his chest. She really did fall asleep later, but was begrudgingly awoken by Lin Zhao's forehead knocking against hers.

Lin Zhao smiled gently, but his face was covered in scars, giving him a ghastly look. Opening his mouth, he said, "Qingruo, Gungun is dead."QIngruo instantly awoke and released his hand to push herself to sit upright. Her eyes were filled with anger and distress, but her voice was calm and cold, "Who was it?"

Lin Zhao followed her movements and sat up and got out of the bed slowly. Standing on the side of the bed and straightening his clothes, he replied, "The Zong sect invaded the Xuanjue Sect."

Qingruo frowned, and then sharply focused her gaze on Lin ZHao, "Did your cultivation lower that much?" Obviously, the Zong sect did not dare to deal with Lin Zhao directly, but it was possible in the future if they found out how fast his cultivation was deteriorating. The target himself did not seem anxious at all and hummed in agreement. Seeing that she was going to get up from the bed, Lin Zhao let go of her hand and took out his Qiankun bag to begin taking things out.

There were flying instruments, defensive weapons, etc. Every item in the pile was either for escape or for defense. She frowned while he sorted the items out. Lin Zhao started putting some on his body and handed her a magic scroll and a flying weapon.

"Go back to the Zong sect or your father," he told her.

Qingruo didn't answer immediately. Looking into his eyes, she questioned, "What about you? Where are you going?" Lin Zhao turned his head, put the flying instrument in his hand on the bed, and continued to pack things, "Xuan Jue Men is getting messy, this place is not safe."

Qingruo forcefully grabbed his arm and released her domineering aura. Her cultivation was now stronger than Lin Zhao's, so the latter felt a stinging pain in his arm. He turned his head to look at Qingruo unhappily.

She was cold and had an angry look on her face, but her words were calm, "With your current cultivation level, it is easy for the other sects to join together and kill you." Lin Zhao tried to shake her arm off but wasn't able too; she held on even tighter to him. The killing demonic energy began to circulate in his body, and the black scars on his face burned bright red.

Qingruo stared at him still, not shrinking away or conceding. Lin Zhao bowed his head first, "Qingruo, you either go back to your sect or go back to your father." he repeated his words from earlier with a helpless tone.

She released his arm and then stepped back. He did not look up and continued to pack things. Lin Zhao did not look up, and continued to pack things. After packing, he started to walk deeper into the cave. The distance between them began to become greater and greater, and then Qingruo called out to him.

The cave echoed her call, "Lin Zhao... Lin Zhao... Lin Zhao." She shouted once, but countless voices echoed through the cave. Lin Zhao paused for a while, but continued to move forward. "Lin Zhao ... Lin Zhao ..." Qingruo said again.