Let me Touch your Tail

Chapter 105

"Zhao, Zhao'er?!"

Lei Shuang's expression suddenly changed.

She looked at Yan Zhao, then at Nangong Yin in the pavilion, whose expression was gentle and calm.

"..."

Lei Shuang let out a ghostly scream, taking two steps back and huddling closer to Jiang Ying and Feng Jin.

She opened her mouth, her teeth chattering, "Do I have a problem with my ears? It seems like I'm hearing things."

Feng Jin remained silent, her expression also complex.

Jiang Ying gave Lei Shuang a disdainful look and sarcastically said, "Your ears are fine, but your brain seems to be the problem."

Lei Shuang: "..."

While the three whispered among themselves, Yan Zhao, hearing the commotion, looked up at the aloof and imposing woman in the pavilion and asked, "Can she play the zither with just one arm?"

"..."

The scene suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Lei Shuang's calves trembled, and she inhaled sharply, "The biggest regret of my life is bringing this... cough, Yan Zhao, to see the Demon Lord."

Jiang Ying and Feng Jin also frowned, anxious and worried about being caught in the crossfire because of Yan Zhao.

Suddenly, the woman in the pavilion let out a helpless laugh, lifted her hand from the zither strings, and beckoned to Yan Zhao, "Come here."

Yan Zhao sensed the subtle shift in the atmosphere but didn't think she had said anything wrong.

When Nangong Yin called her, she stood up and walked confidently into the pavilion.

A gentle breeze ruffled Nangong Yin's hair.

The water around the pavilion rippled, glittering like countless stars falling into the lake.

This scene felt oddly familiar.

Yan Zhao suddenly remembered that she had seen Nangong Yin before, in the courtyard of the Immortal Cave of the Medicine God Sect.

The woman playing the zither and laughing with her mother in that courtyard was Nangong Yin.

This image flashed briefly in her mind. Yan Zhao didn't have time to ponder it deeply and had already reached Nangong Yin.

The three outside the pavilion held their breath.

Perhaps Nangong Yin showed more patience because Yan Zhao resembled the revered Yuan Qing, but such an affront was bound to make her furious.

The earlier laugh seemed like a laugh of extreme anger, and now the silence felt like the calm before a storm.

Lei Shuang shrank back, hiding behind Jiang Ying.

Jiang Ying whispered, "Useless."

Feng Jin kept her head down, worried about Nangong Yin's anger and also concerned about Little Fox being affected.

In full view of everyone, Nangong Yin stood up and extended her hand towards Yan Zhao.

Her hand was beautiful—pale, with long fingers, perfect for playing the zither.

If her other arm were still there, the music flowing from these hands would surely be heavenly.

Nangong Yin's hand inched closer to Yan Zhao's throat, and Lei Shuang and the others dared not even breathe.