Mistaking My Wife for a Spirit Pet - Chapter 12
Chapter 12
An azure dragon flew west day and night without rest.
The journey from the Ancient Moon Pavilion to the West Sea was long. Nan Zhi only landed after flying for seven days.
The two of them stood quietly in front of a forest.
The seas have turned into mulberry fields, and the stars have shifted.
According to the Chronicles of the Nine Provinces, the entrance to the West Sea was a mountain ten thousand meters high, but now it had become a miasma forest.
At first, Nan Zhi thought she had gone the wrong way, but the artifact in Yu Shu’s hand pointed directly to the depths of the miasma forest.
“Young City Lord, what now?” Nan Zhi asked.
The miasma forest was located between Mount Jin and Mount Ming. The black mist that emanated from the forest enveloped the entire area and was even showing signs of spreading outward.
Nan Zhi looked closely. Strange black shadows kept flashing within the forest. She had no idea what they were.
“There’s something in there with a cultivation level no lower than mine,” Nan Zhi turned to Yu Shu and added.
Yu Shu held the artifact and gently shook her head. “It’s late. The miasma is getting denser. A mortal body cannot withstand it.”
“Then what should we do?” Seeing Yu Shu’s confident expression, Nan Zhi asked again, “Does the Young City Lord have a plan?”
Yu Shu put away the artifact and nodded. “It will take some time to make a miasma-proof mask.”
Nan Zhi nodded, understanding the situation.
Refining artifacts was time-consuming and laborious, and she couldn’t be of any use.
Thinking this, she took a few steps back. After looking around, she leisurely walked toward a large tree.
When it came to refining artifacts, she, a mere formation cultivator, was completely clueless. And after flying for seven days and nights without rest, she might as well find a place to rest. So—
Nan Zhi acted on her thoughts. She took a simple bed out of her storage bag and placed it under the large tree.
She kicked her legs up and closed her eyes.
Leisurely.
Yu Shu, who was watching silently: …
For some reason, she was a little displeased. She even felt that Nan Zhi had become an eyesore.
How can this dragon lie there so calmly?
What about the “do my best” she said before?
She stared at Nan Zhi’s swaying legs, swaying gently…
After a while, her legs involuntarily began to move. Involuntarily, she walked toward Nan Zhi, blocking the pouring moonlight.
Nan Zhi, who was on the verge of falling asleep: …
She slightly opened her eyes, and the corner of her mouth twitched. The Young City Lord was standing with a dark expression at the head of her bed.
“Young City Lord?”
Yu Shu slightly raised her chin and said concisely, “Get down.”
Nan Zhi: ?
That’s a weird thing to say. And it’s said with so much justification.
Nan Zhi couldn’t help but open her eyes wide and sit up. “Why?”
Yu Shu’s expression didn’t change. She said very naturally, “I’m commandeering it.”
Since she’s the employer, why can’t she just commandeer it? Thinking this, Yu Shu felt even more justified.
Nan Zhi’s eyes widened in disbelief. She couldn’t believe that Yu Shu could say the word “commandeering” with such justification.
No, this is indeed something Yu Shu would do.
But, the Young City Lord has become more and more arrogant recently. She doesn’t even bother to find a decent excuse anymore.
At this moment, Nan Zhi didn’t want to give in to Yu Shu at all. She mimicked Yu Shu’s righteous tone: “Young City Lord, to be honest, I’ve had sleepwalking syndrome since I was little. If I don’t get a good night’s sleep, I’ll snore, grind my teeth, and bite people.”
“Is that so?” Yu Shu just quietly looked at her.
The surroundings were silent. The buzzing of mosquitoes was clearly audible. The awkwardness in the air seeped into her limbs and bones. Nan Zhi stiffly forced a smile and bravely met Yu Shu’s gaze.
One second, two seconds. The eyes of that childish, troublesome little white tiger were full of complexity and subtlety.
Nan Zhi’s scalp began to itch.
Finally, she decided to just give up. “Forget it, you can sleep. Just pretend I never said that.”
“Haha…” Yu Shu suddenly let out a laugh. “What kind of joke are you telling?”
Nan Zhi’s body went stiff. She instinctively wanted to run.
Yu Shu took a step forward, blocking Nan Zhi’s path. Her fingertips pressed against Nan Zhi’s shoulder and neck. She said word by word, “So, are you going to come over and bite me tonight, Nan Zhi?”
“…”
Even though I’m the one who said that, do I dare to bite this Young City Lord?
Her shoulder and neck also hurt. Yu Shu’s breath was fanning her forehead. Nan Zhi only felt immense regret. She had said something stupid again.
She looked up, meeting Yu Shu’s almond-shaped eyes, which were filled with a soft glow.
“My apologies for speaking carelessly.”
“If the Young City Lord is tired, you should rest.”
After she said that, she felt ashamed of her stupid words again. She quickly moved her gaze away, got up, and left, leaving Yu Shu with the back of her head as she fled in panic.
Yu Shu got her wish and had the small bed to herself. She lowered her head and looked at the moonlight on the hem of her skirt. The wind came, and her skirt and the moonlight swayed.
All her previous guesses were overturned.
Nan Zhi’s engagement with Feng Zhiwei was called off, and all her previous actions were just a way of pursuing her love.
But the only thing she didn’t understand was…
I clearly and directly rejected Nan Zhi before, so why does she keep saying these vague things?
Does she like me this much? Does she want to dual cultivate with me so badly?
Perhaps.
After all, I only mentioned “fiancée,” and Nan Zhi immediately rushed to explain.
Yu Shu quietly lay on the simple bed. Her nose was filled with Nan Zhi’s scent, the fragrance of the sea.
But…
Even if Nan Zhi liked her, if she dared to take advantage of her tonight, she would still be punished.
Meanwhile, Nan Zhi was quietly leaning against the tree.
This place was near the West Sea. The moon was bright, the stars were few, and the tree shadows were faint.
Nan Zhi’s hearing was sharp. In her ears were the gentle lapping of the West Sea’s waves, the chirping of birds and beasts in the miasma forest, and the light breathing of the little tiger from Yulin City.
She rubbed the artifact in her hand. Her complex thoughts dissipated, and a drowsiness began to set in.
…
The next day, outside the miasma forest.
The morning dew fell. The light-sleeping dragon opened her eyes. She held her neck and sat up. After taking a deep breath from her stiff limbs, she began to stretch.
Stretch your arms, stretch your legs.
Thinking of the Young City Lord who had inexplicably commandeered the small bed last night, she stopped her movements and craned her neck to look.
Leaves rustled. The warm morning light poured down.
A little white tiger, as adorable as jade and snow, was lying on the bed, sleeping soundly.
This Young City Lord was clearly not someone who would stay in bed until the sun was high in the sky.
Nan Zhi immediately frowned. She quickly walked over, placed her hand on the little white tiger’s head, and slowly infused spiritual energy.
One second, two seconds…
It seemed nothing was seriously wrong. Nan Zhi was about to pull her hand back.
At this moment, the little white tiger, unaware of what was happening, hummed and rubbed her head against Nan Zhi’s hand.
“…”
Nan Zhi admitted that after finding out that the little white tiger she had picked up was the Young City Lord of Yulin City, all her wicked thoughts had completely disappeared.
But now…
Tsk, the Young City Lord herself rubbed against her.
She just didn’t move her hand away. It only paused for a few seconds.
Thinking this, a rare sense of secret excitement welled up in Nan Zhi’s heart.
However—
The little white tiger beneath her hand had woken up at some point. She was quietly looking at Nan Zhi, her glassy eyes filled with a burning gaze.
“…” Nan Zhi silently pulled her hand back. Although a little guilty, her voice was still steady. “Why did the Young City Lord turn into her original form?”
With a “bang,” a white mist appeared.
Yu Shu turned into a human. She turned her head, hiding her flushed ear tips, and tried to control the itchiness and annoyance.
In reality, the reason was—her injuries hadn’t healed and her spiritual energy was unstable. Last night, fearing that Nan Zhi would try to dual cultivate with her in the middle of the night, she had released her spiritual energy so that her senses would be sensitive and she could detect her early.
And now…
She was sensitive, so sensitive that her head felt like it was about to smoke.
Thinking this, Yu Shu’s teeth ached with annoyance.
Nan… Zhi.
So hateful!
Is this how you pursue true love?
She clenched her silver teeth. Her fingertips turned white as they gripped the edge of the bed. As she thought about it more, she became angrier. She angrily stood up.
“Young City Lord?” Nan Zhi was startled and instinctively took two steps back.
“Come here.”
Yu Shu’s movements were fast. As soon as she finished speaking, she grabbed Nan Zhi’s collar.
Nan Zhi hadn’t even reacted yet before she was thrown onto the bed and had her throat grabbed. She blinked, trying to argue, but Yu Shu spoke first.
“Nan Zhi, turn into your original form.”
“…”
Meeting Yu Shu’s fiery eyes, Nan Zhi meekly gave in.
With a “bang,” an azure light flashed.
A beautiful dragon was quietly coiled on the ground.
Yu Shu’s delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed. She tapped the dragon scales with her toe and said mercilessly, “Get a little smaller.”
Nan Zhi: …
Although I don’t know how the Young City Lord is going to throw a tantrum, I’m already feeling unwell.
“A little smaller.”
Nan Zhi obediently listened and became smaller.
“Even smaller.”
Nan Zhi continued to comply.
Smaller, even smaller, and then even smaller, until she was the size of a bottle opening.
She quietly lay on the bed. Although her sixth sense for danger was very strong, she still bravely met the gaze of the Young City Lord, who was about to throw a tantrum.
The Young City Lord slowly walked over. She bent down and scooped her up into her hand.
Nan Zhi trembled weakly and helplessly. Her small, pea-sized eyes stared unblinkingly at the Young City Lord.
And then—
The Young City Lord quickly and accurately pinched her head, while the other hand lightly stroked her scales.
“Nan Zhi, you’re very bold.” The Young City Lord’s voice was soft, like a gurgling spring in the mountains. She slightly raised her eyebrows and lowered her soft voice. “You even dared to touch me.”
Nan Zhi: …
I’m not bold, but I’m making history.
But there’s one thing I have to refute…
I did touch her, but not completely!
It was clearly the Young City Lord herself who rubbed against me. I just left my hand on her tiger head for a little longer.
Of course, do I dare to say this?
No.
If I dare to argue with the angry Young City Lord, I’ll probably die even faster.