Mistaking My Wife for a Spirit Pet - Chapter 13
Chapter 13
In response, Nan Zhi lowered her head, pretending to be a hopeless, dried-up fish.
She only hoped—
Hoping that the Young City Lord would see her in this state, lose interest, and have less desire to torment her.
However, the Young City Lord slowly picked up the hopeless “dried-up fish” and became even angrier.
Playing dead?
Not only does she not change her ways, but this time she doesn’t even admit her mistake.
Yu Shu gritted her teeth, her eyes burning. She placed her hand on Nan Zhi’s vital spot and said, word by word, “Nan Zhi, you’ve got guts.”
“Ah…”
The hopeless “dried-up fish” shrieked. A thick mist of tears filled her small, pea-sized eyes, which were full of shame and anger.
At such a miserable sight, Yu Shu suddenly laughed. She forced a smile and said maliciously:
“What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.”
“Does it feel good, Nan Zhi?”
The feigned hopelessness was now truer than true. Nan Zhi’s body trembled non-stop, but the malicious Young City Lord’s hand was slowly moving down.
She immediately felt that something was wrong and begged for mercy again and again. “I was wrong, Young City Lord!”
“Wrong? Too late…” Yu Shu slightly raised an eyebrow, a malicious smile on her face, and her fingers moved slightly.
From top to bottom, from inside to outside…
Nan Zhi shivered, feeling ashamed and wanting to die.
Those slightly cool hands, from her head to her tail, every time a fingertip rubbed against a scale, it would cause her to tremble helplessly.
She thought she could grit her teeth and endure it, but Yu Shu’s hand continued to move down.
That place…
An azure light flashed. Nan Zhi, unable to bear it any longer, pushed the person away.
“Bang!”
The Young City Lord cried out in pain as she fell to the ground. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed.
Nan Zhi’s hand remained in mid-air. For a second, she pulled her trembling hand back and glared at Yu Shu in shame.
The Young City Lord didn’t receive the shamed glare. She was questioning her life.
She held her broken hand, took a deep breath, and her heart was filled with disbelief.
Well, well, this hateful dragon.
Now, when I’m just giving her a taste of her own medicine, she dares to use her hands?
After taking a breath, she struggled to stand up from the ground, only to find that the dragon who had just pushed her was nowhere to be found.
She clenched her hands in anger, but in the end, she suppressed her fury and went to refine her artifact, grinding her teeth and cursing under her breath.
Hateful Nan Zhi. It’s best if she doesn’t come back now that she’s gone.
If she dares to come back, just you wait…
Yu Shu’s movements paused. She expressionlessly put away the spiritual fire, turned around, and looked around.
She was missing a material.
Where did Nan Zhi, this dragon, run off to?
She took a step forward, walking and looking. After walking for about the time it takes to brew half a pot of tea, she found her target—under a crooked-necked tree.
Nan Zhi was helplessly hugging her knees, her cheeks were red, and her head was so hot that steam was coming off of it.
The leaves rustled. Her long eyelashes trembled with them. She looked so pitiful.
“Pfft.” Yu Shu couldn’t help but laugh. She felt that she hadn’t been as bad as Nan Zhi used to be, so why was this dragon looking like this?
She slowly walked toward Nan Zhi, squatted in front of her, and waved her hand. “Have you gone crazy?”
Nan Zhi slowly came back to her senses. After seeing those long, slender hands, her whole body felt hot. She quickly moved back two steps and said dryly, “What are you doing here?”
What am I doing here? Yu Shu’s brows furrowed slightly in dissatisfaction. She thought to herself that she hadn’t even held Nan Zhi accountable for her rudeness, yet she was being questioned first.
She scoffed. “Nan Zhi, am I not allowed to look for you now?”
Nan Zhi: … Can she say that she was just quietly being alone because she knew Yu Shu was going to refine an artifact?
“Doesn’t the Young City Lord need to refine a mask?”
That’s right, but that’s no reason for Nan Zhi to be rude and then run off on her own.
Yu Shu’s expression suddenly turned cold. She stared at Nan Zhi and said, “That’s right. So now—turn into your original form.”
“…Don’t you think that’s enough, Young City Lord?” She refused from the bottom of her heart, even trying to reason with her. “It was clearly the Young City Lord who rubbed against me this morning. It really has nothing to do with me.”
Yu Shu: ?
Yu Shu was greatly surprised. She clearly opened her eyes to see this dragon climbing onto her bed, trying to dual cultivate with her, yet she dared to turn around and blame her?
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She even felt that this dragon was ungrateful.
She was inexplicably furious. She angrily reached out, grabbed Nan Zhi’s neck, and asked through gritted teeth, “Nan Zhi, do you want to feel good again?”
Nan Zhi: …
She didn’t want to feel good, so she obediently turned into her original form. Her small, pea-sized eyes looked around. “And then?”
Yu Shu raised her hand and smacked the tactless dragon. She said in a nasty tone, “Get a little bigger.”
“…” Nan Zhi held her breath and once again enlarged her body.
However, the Young City Lord smacked her again, her tone full of dissatisfaction. “Nan Zhi, your job now is to be a good flying mount.”
Nan Zhi’s face immediately fell. She was both angry and amused. It seemed that after being a guard, she had another identity—a flying mount.
“Hurry up!” The Young City Lord urged.
Nan Zhi resigned herself to being a flying mount. As a weight settled on her back, she emotionlessly asked, “Young City Lord, where to?”
The Young City Lord didn’t answer. She only commanded, “Fly higher.”
Nan Zhi expressionlessly flew higher.
“To the left.”
Nan Zhi held her breath and went to the left.
“To the right.”
Nan Zhi ground her teeth and went to the right.
“Wrong. Northwest.”
The honest person was now angry. In a fit of rage, she charged toward the northwest.
“Ah…”
The Young City Lord let out a soft cry.
A strange excitement welled up in Nan Zhi’s heart. She slowly curled her lips.
Flying against the wind, diving down, and swaying left and right, she did all of them.
“Nan Zhi!”
“Slower—”
Nan Zhi turned a deaf ear, only wanting to laugh.
“Nan Zhi, slo… slower…”
“Nan Zhi…”
No, Yu Shu’s voice is not right.
Nan Zhi frowned and looked back suspiciously. Then she froze, her foolish smile solidified on her face.
At this moment, she was extremely aware—something was wrong.
Her heart tightened. She immediately landed and looked at Yu Shu nervously.
Yu Shu’s face was pale, but the corners of her eyes were red. Seeing Nan Zhi’s burning gaze, she quickly turned her back to her.
Nan Zhi’s expression hardened. “Young City Lord?”
The Young City Lord didn’t say anything. She just kept walking forward, not stopping at all.
Nan Zhi felt that something was very wrong. She got a little hot-headed and quickly grabbed Yu Shu’s wrist.
“Let go!” Her voice was clearly soft, but it had a sharpness to it.
Nan Zhi subconsciously loosened her grip. She swallowed and said dryly, “Young City Lord, I’m sorry.”
One second, two seconds. Yu Shu turned around.
Her eyes were very red. Nan Zhi thought this little tiger would cry again, but she didn’t this time. She frowned. Her eyes weren’t as bright as usual. Her calm tone was mixed with a hint of grievance. “Nan Zhi, do you have to provoke me like this?”
Nan Zhi pursed her lips, let go of her hand, and took a big step back.
For some reason, she felt that this time was different. This little tiger wasn’t just angry…
And the little tiger just quietly looked at her, not making a fuss or being loud. Her usual nasty tone was gone.
Nan Zhi felt even more guilty.
She tried her best to force a smile, raised her palm, and said softly, “Look…”
Yu Shu didn’t want to pay attention to her, but she subconsciously lowered her head with the movement.
The formation in Nan Zhi’s palm turned layer by layer. A flower bud slowly came out of the formation.
“How is it? I picked this flower on the way out of the Ancient Moon Pavilion.”
Yu Shu lowered her head and watched quietly.
Her hand was as soft as a young shoot, and her fingers were as white as spring onions. The little red flower shyly bloomed in her palm.
Her eyes flickered, and she said softly, “Boring.”
Nan Zhi laughed softly. She tilted her head and asked, “Where was the Young City Lord going just now?”
Reminded of this, Yu Shu remembered Nan Zhi’s nasty behavior from before. She lowered her eyes and gently—pushed Nan Zhi’s hand away.
Her tone was as nasty as ever. “Do you even have the nerve to ask?”
Nan Zhi naturally put her hand behind her back and nodded, admitting her mistake. “I apologize. It was my fault. So where was the Young City Lord going just now?”
Yu Shu let out a light hum, and her chin slightly lifted. “There’s a swamp in the northwest.”
Nan Zhi: “A swamp?”
“The miasma-proof mask is missing a material. There just happens to be a Water Weir Beast on the edge of the swamp in the northwest.”
Nan Zhi nodded lightly, stretching out the “oh” sound. As she spoke, she quickly turned into an azure dragon and wrapped around Yu Shu, who hadn’t reacted yet.
“Nan Zhi!”
Nan Zhi held back her laughter. “Young City Lord, you don’t have to hold on so tight. Flying with the wind is a piece of cake for the Dragon Clan.”
Yu Shu ground her teeth and hammered the dragon that was wrapped around her. She deeply regretted not making a bigger deal out of it just now.
However, it was too late to punish her now.
Nan Zhi had already landed steadily, and she even said in a nice tone, “The Water Weir Beast is over there.”
Yu Shu closed her eyes and then opened them again. After sulking to herself for a while, she reached out and pointed forward, bossily saying, “Then you go.”
“Hmm?”
“I need a little bit of the Water Weir Beast’s membrane.”
Nan Zhi was now a dragon who would do whatever she was told. She immediately turned and walked toward it, but she came back after only a few steps.
Yu Shu’s face darkened. It seemed she was about to get angry again. “What? You don’t want to do it?”
Nan Zhi shook her head.
“Then what do you want?”
Nan Zhi took a small stool out of her storage bag and placed it in front of Yu Shu before speaking. “It might take some time. Don’t tire yourself out, Young City Lord.”
“…”
Yu Shu’s anger was stifled. She lowered her head, looked at the old stool, and said in a low, muffled voice, “You’re only trying to flatter me now?”
Her voice was too low, and Nan Zhi didn’t hear her. She hiked up her skirt and walked toward the edge of the swamp.
A Water Weir Beast was a kind of fellow that lived in swamps. It resembled a giant salamander and had a docile temperament. Its favorite thing to do was to lie on the edge of the swamp and sunbathe.
This one was doing just that.
It was lying on the shore, gurgling and blowing bubbles. Its eyes were narrowed into a satisfied slit.
Yu Shu sat on the small stool and leaned forward to watch.
She saw Nan Zhi squat down and reassuringly place her palm on the Water Weir Beast’s head.
Eww…
So dirty.
She showed a subtle expression, watching with a mixture of disgust.
Nan Zhi on the other side smiled very gently, her lips moving:
“Good boy…”
“Let me scrape off a bit of your membrane?”
Yu Shu: …
Her somewhat beautiful mood was instantly ruined.
She vaguely remembered that not long ago, that term was exclusively for her. But now, Nan Zhi could naturally say it to this ugly beast.
Where does that leave me?
Yu Shu was very unhappy, so unhappy that her legs involuntarily walked toward Nan Zhi.
She clenched her hands, wanting to control her anger and stop tormenting Nan Zhi. After all, this dragon wasn’t all bad. But…
After hearing Nan Zhi’s voice, Yu Shu’s face completely darkened.
She said:
“Good boy, you’re so great…”
“So good, so adorable, good boy.”
Unable to bear it any longer, Yu Shu angrily reached out and grabbed Nan Zhi’s neck.
Nan Zhi: …
“Young City Lord?”
Yu Shu gnashed her teeth and said, word by word, “Don’t call it ‘good boy’!”
Nan Zhi was speechless, her mouth twitching. But she wasn’t planning to anger this little tiger today, so she asked nicely, “Then what should I call it?”
Yu Shu said in a nasty tone, “Call it ‘ugly’!”
Nan Zhi: …
Water Weir Beast: …