Tired! The Yandere Disciple Wants To Blacken, I Have To Coax Him Every Day - Chapter 18
Chapter 18
“Miss Yuan, please wait a moment.”
Xiao Chen strode forward quickly, catching up to Yuan Moli.
“Senior Brother Xiao, is something the matter?”
Yuan Moli’s heart skipped a beat, but she still turned back slowly and forced a smile.
“Does Miss Yuan perhaps dislike me?”
“No, how could Ah Li ever dislike Senior Brother Xiao? After all, we’ll soon be under the same Master.”
Yuan Moli’s nails dug into her flesh, yet her face wore a soft, harmless smile.
How could she not hate him?
She hated him to death!
In her past life, she had loved him so deeply, yet he trampled all over her feelings.
The world, not knowing the truth, actually thought she was being unreasonable.
If it weren’t for the fact that her current status and cultivation couldn’t yet match his, she would’ve made her move long ago.
“Ah, yes, yes..my mistake. I should be calling you Junior Sister now,” Xiao Chen scratched his head sheepishly and continued, “It’s getting late. Junior Sister, are you heading home? Why don’t I walk you back?”
He stepped forward, but Yuan Moli subtly angled her body to the side, frowning slightly where he couldn’t see: “Then I’ll trouble Senior Brother.”
Night had fallen, the mist glimmering under the moonlight.
The youth gently pushed open the door of the Yinbing Pavilion and walked in.
The orange tabby cat was curled up on the rug he had personally laid down in the corner, sleeping sweetly.
“Master already has disciples. Why take in all these irrelevant people?”
The youth walked slowly to Luo Chu’s bedside, his tone tinged with a hint of madness.
“Master’s love is too cheap.”
His long, smooth fingers brushed lightly over Luo Chu’s lips, his blue-yellow eyes gleaming unsettlingly in the dark.
He gazed for a moment at the person sound asleep on the bed, then his eyes drifted to her smooth, white feet like fine jade.
With a sigh that was half sincere, half mocking, he said, “Autumn’s here again. Master’s feet are getting cold. But it’s okay… your disciple will warm them for you.”
He reverently kissed the tops of Luo Chu’s feet, then slowly took off his robe and placed her feet on his lean, taut abdomen, bowing his head.
No one knew how much time passed before the youth stepped out of the room and walked toward a side chamber.
At that moment, he no longer bothered with any pretense and his eyes now clearly carried that chill and indifference.
“She doesn’t even care about you. Why keep lying to yourself like this and staying behind?”
A hoarse, weary voice laced with mockery rang out.
Liu Chengzhi’s pupils shrank abruptly.
He looked up and saw a mass of black mist suspended in the air.
He spoke in a low voice: “How did you find me?”
“Don’t forget, you’re half-demon. As long as demon blood still flows in you, even if you sank to the eighteenth level of hell, I’d still find you. Jie jie jie jie jie jie jie…”
The black mist laughed, then said, “The Lord is now the Demon Sovereign. He knows you’ve become a disciple of the Yunshang Immortal Sect and wants you to cooperate from within.”
“Get back to your Abyss and tell that man that don’t even think about laying a finger on Yunshang Immortal Sect.”
“As long as you will it, the demon clan can change hands at any time. Why cling to the side of a woman who doesn’t even have you in her heart?”
“Shut up!”
A dagger-like cold gleam flashed in Liu Chengzhi’s eyes, as though he’d slice the black mist apart.
“Alright, alright, no need to blow your top. The Lord says you have three months to think it over.”
“I won’t fall to the demons,” Liu Chengzhi murmured, glancing at the tightly shut door behind him.
“Master… she wouldn’t like it.”
As pain thundered through her skull, Luo Chu’s muddled consciousness slowly came into focus, but her eyelids felt impossibly heavy.
Her body was suffused with a tingling heat that couldn’t be described, a foreign sensation that filled her with a creeping sense of dread.
She forced her eyes open.
Beneath her was a crystal floor etched with strange runes, and she herself was kneeling in a blood-soaked white robe, her posture twisted unnaturally.
Darkness surrounded her, deathly still and suffocating, an eerie atmosphere pressing down like a weight on her chest.
Luo Chu tried to lift an arm, but her limbs were soft, limp, and aching too much to move.
“Awake?” A teasing, hollow male voice rang out.
“Looks like Master’s fate really is tough.”
“Who’s there?!”
Luo Chu was scared out of her wits.
She shut her eyes tightly, trying to convince herself it was just a nightmare but in the silence of the hall, another breathing sound made her scalp go numb.
Could it be… I was kidnapped?
Luo Chu suddenly raised her head.
On the only throne in the hall sat a man cloaked in black mist, a golden mask on his face.
Though only his eyes were visible, they were terrifyingly deep and filled with a crushing presence.
He rose and walked toward her, reaching out to grip her throat, then slowly opened his mouth:
“The one I hate most in this lifetime, is you, Master…”
A murderous aura poured out in all directions.
“Don’t kill me!”
Luo Chu screamed as she bolted upright and only to find herself still lying on the jade bed of the Yinbing Pavilion.
So it was just a dream.
Thank heavens.
“Luo Chu, what’s wrong?”
The orange cat had heard her scream, leapt up onto the bed, and padded around on her blanket.
“Did Master have a nightmare?”
Liu Chengzhi stood at the door, early morning sunlight casting his silhouette in golden light, making it hard to see his expression clearly.
“It’s nothing,” Luo Chu said calmly, trying to compose herself.
“Mm. Master, breakfast is ready.”
Liu Chengzhi respectfully shut the door behind him as he left.
Luo Chu touched her inner garments, they were drenched in sweat.
Her neck still seemed to hold a faint, icy sensation.
“So Chun Desi.”
“What now?”
“I had a nightmare. I dreamt Liu Chengzhi wanted to kill me.”
