Let’s Squander A Billion First!

Chapter 1560: Chapter 1560: Immortal Sect Undercover (29)

The woman wanted to stay back, but Chuzheng gave her a fierce look, suddenly startling the woman into freezing on the spot.

Chuzheng pulled Dong Lin away.

As they left the town, Chuzheng spoke thoughtfully, ”Was she pretty?”

”What?” Dong Lin didn’t understand.

”Was the woman just now pretty?”

Dong Lin suddenly realized, ”I wasn’t looking at her.”

”Then what were you looking at?”

”...Seems like there are Demon Spirits nearby.” Dong Lin said, ”Or maybe I sensed wrong.”

The aura was quite similar to what he’d felt earlier on Chuzheng.

Dong Lin glanced at his cold-faced little apprentice, ”Are you... jealous?”

”Why would I be jealous?” That’s ridiculous, what’s so good to eat about vinegar.

”Hmm... Then why do I smell a hint of sourness?”

Chuzheng snapped, ”There’s something wrong with your nose.”

She walked ahead briskly.

Dong Lin caught up to her and grabbed her wrist, ”Slow down.”

Chuzheng slowed her pace, allowing Dong Lin to hold her hand.

Dong Lin gently squeezed her soft hand, ”Earlier you helped her, why did you behave like you didn’t want to talk to her just now?”

He initially thought she knew the woman and therefore helped out.

Talking about this made Chuzheng quite angry.

But she couldn’t say anything.

Could only pout and stammer out three words, ”Because I want to.”

Dong Lin’s gaze flickered slightly, he truly couldn’t understand what his little apprentice was thinking.

Suddenly, he pulled Chuzheng into his arms, her body leaped, a feeling of weightlessness overwhelmed her, but it only lasted for a moment before she landed on something.

Dong Lin looked down at Chuzheng, ”Do you want to stand?”

”No.”

Chuzheng refused as always.

Dong Lin didn’t let go of her, ”I haven’t taught you sword flight yet, have I?”

Chuzheng brazenly claimed, ”I can do it.”

Dong Lin was skeptical, ”Really? Then try controlling it.” He hadn’t taught her, how did she know? Who taught her?

Chuzheng said, ”This is your sword.”

Dong Lin said, ”Yes, you can try, it won’t reject you.”

With the owner’s command, the Spiritual Artifact certainly wouldn’t disobey the owner’s orders.

Chuzheng didn’t even have her own sword, how would she know how to control sword flight? She had merely boasted based on past experiences.

Now, with Dong Lin asking her to try, Chuzheng was not too willing. Although theoretically it should be similar, but if there was any difference, and an accident happened, it could damage her noble and cool image.

So Chuzheng chose—

She reached over and hugged Dong Lin.

Dong Lin was caught off guard by her hug, the sword dropped straight down.

Dong Lin quickly steadied himself, bringing it back up to the previous height.

After a while, Dong Lin raised his hand, placed it on Chuzheng’s shoulder, and looped his other arm around her waist, not mentioning sword flight again.

-

Dong Lin and Chuzheng strolled and paused intermittently for a long time before reaching the coldest area in the north.

They walked a little further inside and finally stopped in front of a lake.

Ice surrounded the area, yet this lake was so clear, the water rippling softly.

”Why did you bring me here?”

Dong Lin didn’t answer her question, he adjusted the cloak on Chuzheng, ”Wait here for me.”

Chuzheng frowned, she really didn’t need any weapons...

Dong Lin went directly into the water, the lake rippled, yet remained crystal clear, and Dong Lin was nowhere in sight.

Chuzheng crouched down to touch the water surface with her hand, this wasn’t just a lake, it was a Formation.

She tried to enter, but the Formation rejected her.

Dong Lin didn’t do anything earlier, just went right in, why couldn’t she?!

What’s the meaning of this!!

”Heheheh...”

Suddenly a strange sound echoed.

Chuzheng turned her head to see the Demon Spirit sitting on a heap of snow and ice beside her, its pair of horns looking a circle larger.

Why was this damn thing still around?

How about...

As Chuzheng prepared to get rid of it, the Demon Spirit giggled.

Chuzheng complained, ”...”

Why was a Demon Spirit so damn interested in this all the time!

”Mind your own business.”

”Just curious.” The Demon Spirit gossiped, ”You... Hey, why are you hitting?”

The Demon Spirit hid behind the snow.

Chuzheng walked over, but saw no trace.

From afar, the Demon Spirit poked its head out, ”Heheheh, can’t hit me, can’t hit me, can’t hit me...”

Chuzheng grumbled, ”...”

As she walked towards it, the Demon Spirit disappeared in a flash, vanishing into the white world.

That damn thing sure ran fast.

Chuzheng returned to the lakeside.

Dong Lin had been in there for ages, and the lake remained calm.

Chuzheng paced around, hoping the Good Person Card wasn’t recklessly trapped inside.

She didn’t know how long had passed when the lake finally stirred, and Chuzheng immediately looked over.

Dong Lin emerged from the lake, jumping to the shore.

He held an ivory-colored bone in his hand, Dong Lin walked to Chuzheng, took her hand, and pain shot through Chuzheng’s fingertips.

What the...X!

What are you doing!!!

Chuzheng nearly jumped up to hit him.

Dong Lin let the blood drop onto the bone.

Clearly a serious expression, yet unexplainably...

Chuzheng jerked her hand back, Dong Lin blinked, a bit anxious, ”Did I hurt you?”

”No...”

Chuzheng’s voice lowered as she turned her head, ”What is this?”

”A gift for you.” Dong Lin paused, his voice also lowered, ”Didn’t you want a token of affection?”

Chuzheng puzzled, ”???

A token of affection and he gives her this broken piece of bone?

Did he think she was a dog?

-

Dong Lin couldn’t just gift it like that, he took her to another location.

Mountains surrounded, not far was a volcano.

At the volcano’s foot lived someone wrapped entirely in a robe.

The person didn’t even glance at Chuzheng, merely asked Dong Lin unsurely, ”You want me to craft a weapon for a Demon?”

”Yes.” Dong Lin handed the items over, ”The materials are all here, finish it quickly.”

The person accepted the items, glanced twice, ”Snow Dragon Bone? Who are you gifting it to?”

Dong Lin didn’t answer, merely glanced at Chuzheng.

The person eyes Chuzheng strangely, seemingly puzzled why Dong Lin would gift a Demon Clan weapon to a human.

Dong Lin didn’t wish to elaborate, ”Can you make it?”

The person walked back inside with the items, ”Come get it in a month. Don’t die here.”

Chuzheng pondered those words, something felt off, she grasped Dong Lin’s wrist, ”Are you hurt?”

”No.” Dong Lin soothingly patted her hand.

Chuzheng gazed intently at him.