Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 246 Her life is also a life

There was no idea how to break the deadlock.

Now, she and Ye Xiaozhou are simply doing whatever they can, seizing every opportunity that comes their way.

The method of massacring cities to find opportunities is unacceptable; restarting the cycle of reincarnation will do more harm than good.

Do not risk exploring outside the city; you will lose your memory for nothing and gain nothing.

Once Manager Hong Fei is killed and an explanation is provided, Biyi City will return to peace and tranquility.

The two men, one from the north and one from the south of the city, investigated separately, but after some time, nothing unusual was found...

There's something strange about this matter of storybooks.

All their efforts always seemed to go against their initial vision, as if some unseen force was hindering their actions.

Although it seems logical.

But judging by the most basic understanding, this is utterly absurd!

Most importantly, such an attempt seems to have no negative consequences.

The city of Biyi already had a strong tradition of "being content with one's hometown," and even with the addition of "The Travels of Zhu Shi" to this intellectual trend, it wouldn't have gotten any worse.

The simplest truth—

When you are in enemy territory and your actions are thwarted, it must be because you did something right.

Therefore, Zhu Wuyao wanted to use the garden tour and poetry gathering to further enhance his reputation.

He then used his own reputation to vigorously promote "What's on the Other Side of the Mountain".

Upon seeing the box of visiting cards carried up by the two men, Zhu Wuyao felt an exclamation mark appear above his head, followed by a series of ellipses.

...She had never been so popular.

Zhu Wuyao opened an invitation card, which began with effusive praise. If she didn't know her own worth, she would have become arrogant sooner or later from such flattery.

The flower-viewing invitation from Young Master Li in the north of the city, the wine-drinking invitation from Miss Wang in the south of the city, and the drinking invitation from Scholar Zhang two streets away...

The variety is dazzling and countless.

Zhu Wuyao ultimately chose the invitation from Miss Wang of Chengnan.

As mentioned above, there will be a grand feast.

Unlike other posts, which are either about drinking, chatting, or elegant things like appreciating flowers and the moon.

It's elegant, but I'm hungry.

As a cultivator in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, Zhu Wuyao doesn't get hungry easily, but that doesn't stop her from enjoying delicious food.

I just laid out paper and pen, intending to reply to the letter.

Ye Xiaozhou has arrived.

Upon seeing her arrive, Zhu Wuyao continued writing without stopping, asking as he went:

"By the way, how did you become friends with Shiryu?"

There have been so many messy things going on lately that she had almost forgotten about this matter.

Ye Xiaozhou, munching on an apple, sat down in a chair and, slightly surprised by what he heard, said:

"Azi is a very nice person. Apart from occasionally talking about the revival of the demon race and having some inexplicable admiration for the demon race, she speaks nicely, has a gentle temperament, and doesn't get angry easily."

"When I first saw her, I really scared her. The whole dragon fell into the river, and it took a long time for her to angrily transform into human form and climb out."

"Perhaps it's because of the change in her status. Back then, she didn't have a high position, but now she's one of the few in charge of the demon race, so she has to restrain her temper a bit?"

Zhu Wuyao was somewhat speechless.

Although Ye Xiaozhou concealed the fact that the purple dragon's body was slightly deformed and kept his promise, he still scared the person into the river on their first meeting...

Is this something humans do?

She discovered that her understanding of Zi Long seemed to differ from Ye Xiaozhou's.

In her impression, Zilong was gentle on the surface but actually cunning and treacherous; but in Ye Xiaozhou's eyes, Zilong seemed gentle on the inside and could be both angry and shrewd.

Even if a decade or two has passed and Zilong's mind has matured, the feeling he evokes shouldn't be so drastically different.

Could it be that something happened to Shiryu during this time, causing a drastic change in his temperament?

Thinking of this, Zhu Wuyao put down her pen, which was writing a reply, and truthfully told him about her interactions with Zilong after she regained consciousness in the demon race.

As soon as the first act was finished, before Zhu Wuyao could even translate, Ye Xiaozhou frowned.

"When did Ah Zi become so observant of etiquette?"

Hmm? Why is that the first thing you're focusing on?

Zhu Wuyao had finished explaining the whole story and was about to reveal the underlying meaning when Ye Xiaozhou interrupted him, saying:

I understand!

"I can still understand these things."

"Hiss—there's a problem here. Although Azi was a demon, she was easygoing and like a little flower blooming in a crack in a rock. Although she was a little timid, she had a kind of tenacity. I loved playing with her!"

"If it were the current Zilong... I could only say that she would be a qualified ruler of the demon race."

Zhu Wuyao nodded thoughtfully.

She immediately sensed that something was wrong.

Having such a cunning and calculating ruler among the demon race is enough to keep one up at night.

Although Ye Xiaozhou's attitude towards the demon race is unknown, the positions of humans and demons are ultimately different. If it is that kind of purple dragon, even if Ye Xiaozhou admires him, he should still be somewhat wary.

How could one not trust Moon Shadow Pavilion and instead trust the demon clan's Purple Dragon when faced with a life-or-death situation?

"By the way, did you know that Shiryu once fell into Lake Hido? According to her, her dragon body was damaged at that time."

Ye Xiaozhou's eyes widened slightly, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

"She actually told you about this?"

“Azi has always been reluctant to let others know about this matter, and is quite self-conscious about it, let alone mention it so casually in casual conversation!”

The two looked at each other.

Zhu Wuyao leaned back, slapped his forehead, and said:

"So, the solution might lie outside the game itself?"

At the time, Ye Xiaozhou was detained, and Zhu Wuyao was unaware of the enormous change in Zilong's demeanor.

Despite being wary of the demon race, it seems that it is still not enough.

Ye Xiaozhou rested his chin on his hand, deep in thought. He seemed somewhat worried about Zilong, but more than that, he was worried about himself!

No matter what, Zilong is a demon, so his life can be saved.

But it's very dangerous on my side.

Her life matters too!

Zhu Wuyao's voice drifted over softly:

"So, if there are any lingering evil thoughts in the various beings, perhaps they were absorbed into the soul of the Purple Dragon who fell into Lake Feidu?"

The word "malicious intent" isn't quite accurate; perhaps it's greed, an urgent desire to revitalize the demon race, or even a fanatical thought...

But regardless of the outcome, it all came down to Zhu Wuyao and Ye Xiaozhou—

That is pure malice!

Once Ye Xiaozhou was brought up with this matter, he immediately understood:

"Therefore, when I met Azi, the evil thoughts of the Feidu Lake demons had not yet deeply merged with her soul."

"It is precisely because of the consciousness of the demon race that... she gradually conformed to the image needed by the demon race's rulers and became a tool of power."

"The Zilong you see will be completely different from the Zilong I know."

Zhu Wuyao nodded repeatedly.

No wonder she always felt that Shiryu was sometimes a bit split-off; it turns out he'd been seasoned by Lake Hido—sometimes gentle and affectionate, sometimes romantic and melancholic, sometimes obsessive and mad…

So it's multiple personality disorder!

Before her eyes appeared the paintings scattered all over the ground by the painting seller.

So, that really was an outward manifestation of the myriad forms of life?