Chapter Thirty-Five
Although Bo Chi had agreed to return to the cult with the cult leader, she was a little scared on her own. After hesitating for a long time, she finally decided to bring the painting of ‘Yu Zhao’ she had made, intending to draw courage from her paper wife.
It was just that, to her surprise, not long after she hung up the painting, the cult leader floated in front of her like a ghost, her tone gloomy and frightening: “Why did you bring this here?”
Bo Chi was afraid that the cult leader still had designs on her, so she immediately looked at the painting with deep affection: “Because the person in the painting is my beloved, I want to see her all the time, so I brought this painting I made for her with me… Cult Leader, you are so magnanimous, you shouldn’t mind, right?”
Yu Zhao: “…”
Originally, she did mind a little.
But since her little vixen loved her so much, then the rest didn’t matter!
Yu Zhao curled her lips slightly, a smile appearing on her face covered by the mask. She looked at the painting again in a good mood.
Looking at it…
Why was the presence of this Manchurian tiger still so strong!
Yu Zhao was silent.
Bo Chi was confused, and asked carefully: “Cult Leader?”
Yu Zhao closed her eyes, as if trying to erase the magical Manchurian tiger from her memory. After taking a deep breath, she said: “There are a lot of sundries in your room, it’s not suitable for practicing martial arts, come out first… Don’t bring that painting!
Bo Chi sulkily put down her hand: “Oh.”
The headquarters of the demonic cult was in the Kunlun Mountains, far from Jingzhou, and the branch sects were spread throughout the martial arts world. There were strongholds in Jiangnan and Jinling. Bo Chi came to the branch sect outside Jingzhou this time.
There were not many people in the branch sect. Bo Chi walked all the way to the martial arts hall, only seeing maids bowing their heads and sweeping.
Before she could look any further, Yu Zhao pinched her chin displeased, forcing her to turn her head and stare at herself: “Did you hear what I just said?”
Bo Chi: “Huh?”
Yu Zhao’s forehead twitched, waved her hand to dismiss the annoying idlers, and when Bo Chi obediently focused her gaze on her, she hummed with satisfaction: “It’s because your martial arts are too poor that you were injured by someone. Now that your injuries have healed, you should practice martial arts in this martial arts hall. Without reaching perfection, you are not allowed to leave seclusion and assassinate the leader of the martial arts alliance, do you hear me?”
Bo Chi was stunned, hearing the concern under the cult leader’s stern words, she couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable and muttered: “Yes… Thank you, Cult Leader.”
Yu Zhao’s red lips raised slightly, she let go of her hand, and her tone softened a bit: “Go and practice with peace of mind, I will be watching you here, and I will not let you get hurt again.”
Bo Chi looked at the plum blossom poles not far away, and braced herself and nodded.
As Yu Zhao said, during the practice this morning, whenever Bo Chi fell, she would inevitably fly over and catch her in the first instant.
Although safety was guaranteed, Bo Chi was extremely resistant to contact with strangers. This thought indirectly promoted her martial arts, allowing her to stimulate her potential and completely master lightness skills in just one day, and she never let Yu Zhao hold her again.
Yu Zhao was both gratified by her talent and a little regretful…
In the evening, the night fell, and clusters of lights flickered, illuminating the huge branch sect as bright as day.
Yu Zhao had been watching Bo Chi practice martial arts for a day. Now that she had rested, she wanted to get close to the girl: “Are you tired? There is a hot spring on the back mountain. If you want to relax your muscles and relieve fatigue, you might as well go there to soak?”
Bo Chi was already exhausted, but facing outsiders, she was still vigilant: “Thank you, Cult Leader, I’m not tired.”
Yu Zhao glanced at her trembling legs, and persevered: “Then have dinner with me?”
Bo Chi stubbornly gritted her teeth: “I’m not hungry.”
Yu Zhao listened to her growling stomach, was silent for two seconds, and still didn’t give up: “Then—”
Bo Chi interrupted directly, saying in one breath: “Then I’ll go back to my room first, Cult Leader, rest early, goodbye!”
After she finished speaking, she slipped away without looking back.
Yu Zhao’s mouth had just opened, and she saw her run away without a trace. Staring at the empty eaves for a long time, she finally hated: “Running so fast… I shouldn’t have let her learn lightness skills first.”
And on the other side, Bo Chi, who was glad that she had run fast, returned to her room and faced her painting.
She was immediately a little lost: “I wonder what Ah Zhao is doing now. I told her that I would be out for two days, but she wasn’t worried, and even told me to have fun…”
With that unpredictable demonic cult leader there, how could she have fun!
Bo Chi stared at the scroll and sighed, and finally hugged her clothes and went to take a bath.
When she came out with her wet hair loose, Yu Zhao, who had been waiting outside for a long time, relied on her excellent hearing and immediately knocked on the door.
Bo Chi paused, her footsteps instantly becoming inaudible, obviously wanting to pretend that she had already fallen asleep.
Yu Zhao narrowed her eyes outside: “I’m correcting your lightness skills, do you think I can’t hear your movements?”
Bo Chi didn’t even walk this time, and simply stood still.
Yu Zhao laughed in exasperation: “You don’t sleep until late at night on weekdays, but today you’re so obedient, without the maids urging you?”
Bo Chi was shocked: “You, you, you, how do you know?”
Yu Zhao paused slightly, and said without changing her expression: “Want to know? Open the door first.”
A thin door was naturally not an obstacle to Yu Zhao, she just didn’t want to force her way in and make Bo Chi’s aversion to her even deeper.
Bo Chi also understood this, so she could only walk to the door slowly, open the door, poke her head out, and say vigilantly: “Okay, the door is open, tell me.”
Yu Zhao looked down at her, saw that her black hair was still wet, and couldn’t help but frown: “Why don’t you dry your hair?”
Bo Chi said perfunctorily: “I’ll dry it later.”
Yu Zhao was dissatisfied, raised her hand and pinched a strand of her black hair: “If you’re too lazy to move, I’ll help—”
Before she could finish speaking, Bo Chi slapped her hand away and frowned: “My private affairs are none of the Cult Leader’s business.”
Yu Zhao paused, slowly retracted her hand, and said seriously: “I think there seems to be some misunderstanding between me and the Holy Maiden.”
Bo Chi was puzzled: “Is there?”
Yu Zhao nodded heavily, her faint words inexplicably carrying a bit of accusation: “The Holy Maiden seems to hate me very much?”
Bo Chi’s eyes wandered: “You think too much, I’m like this to everyone.”
Yu Zhao: “…Heh.”
Little liar, you’re so affectionate and clingy in front of the other her!
For the first time, Yu Zhao absurdly felt jealous of her own existence.
She gritted her teeth, almost wanting to reveal her identity regardless.
But thinking of the spies hidden in the demonic cult, she calmed down and said flatly: “Forget it, rest well, and continue to practice martial arts tomorrow.”
Bo Chi’s face collapsed: “Still practicing? Can’t I rest for a day?”
Yu Zhao raised her eyebrows. Seeing that she finally changed her expression in front of her, she felt a secret pleasure, and bullied her even more: “No, you must practice, and if you don’t practice well, you’re not allowed to return to the Yu Mansion.”
Bo Chi gritted her little white teeth, glared at her quite resentfully, and then refused to say a few more words to her, directly closing the door with a ‘bang’.
Yu Zhao: “…”
Just not letting her return to the Yu Mansion, and the little girl got so angry…
Damn it, how can she be more jealous of the other self!
The next morning, Bo Chi came to the martial arts hall unwillingly.
Yu Zhao suppressed her grievances and heartache, and said expressionlessly: “Come and have dinner first.”
Bo Chi never mistreated her body. Although she looked unhappy, she still sat down at the table obediently. Just as she picked up her chopsticks, she thought of something, her gaze turned on Yu Zhao’s bronze ghost face mask, and she smiled and asked: “Cult Leader, will you eat something too?”
Yu Zhao saw through her thoughts at a glance. She knew that she was coaxing herself to take off the mask, but seeing the girl’s bright and lively appearance, she was a little reluctant to refuse.
She was silent for a while, picked up her chopsticks, and under Bo Chi’s hot and expectant gaze, picked up a pastry and put it in her bowl.
Bo Chi waited and waited, seeing that she didn’t respond, and wondered: “Why aren’t you taking it off, cough, why aren’t you eating?”
Yu Zhao: “I’ll just look, I don’t want to eat.”
Bo Chi: “???”
What kind of mental illness is this!
Not eating but still picking it up, wasting food!
This demonic cult leader was really annoying!
Bo Chi hummed, her dislike for her deepened again, and she missed her gentle Ah Zhao even more.
After eating, Yu Zhao no longer let her step on the plum blossom poles, but taught her the demonic cult’s martial arts techniques hand in hand.
Although the original owner mainly relied on her beauty to eat, she had a certain understanding of these things. Bo Chi studied hard, and her progress was faster than yesterday, so that Yu Zhao had no chance to secretly take advantage of her, and completely became a tool person.
In the evening, when the two separated, they both had unprecedented expectations for tomorrow.
Because two days had passed, they could finally return to the Yu Mansion.
The Yu Mansion was still the same, nothing had changed.
Yu Zhao rushed back early and first switched identities with the stand-in who pretended to be her. Just as she was about to go to the academy, Yu Zhou came to her courtyard: “Sister, what do you think about the matter I discussed with you yesterday?”
Yu Zhao came back in a hurry and hadn’t had time to understand the situation of the past two days from the stand-in. When she suddenly heard Yu Zhou say this, she was not flustered, and said calmly: “What do you think?”
Yu Zhou scratched his head: “I certainly hope that Big Brother Ling will be happy, but you are my sister after all. If you don’t like him, I will listen to you.”
This was… discussing the marriage between the two families?
Yu Zhao fell into thought. She had been planning for several years, in order to wash the Ling Mansion in blood on the day of her marriage to Ling Zheng, so that their demonic cult would become the number one cult in the world.
Now Bo Chi’s appearance made her a little hesitant, but facing Yu Zhou’s words, she still decided to stabilize the situation first: “Since it’s a childhood engagement, there’s no such thing as liking or disliking. Okay, let’s talk about the rest after I come back from the academy, you go back first.”
Yu Zhou was confusedly sent away. On the way to the amusement park, Mrs. Yu called him: “What did your sister say?”
Yu Zhou hesitated: “She didn’t react much, saying that it didn’t matter whether she liked him or not. I couldn’t tell whether she meant to allow Big Brother Ling to come to the door or not.”
Mrs. Yu chuckled: “For a girl, not objecting means agreeing. Go and reply to your Big Brother Ling, and say that our master is waiting for him to come to the door at noon today.”
Yu Zhou nodded readily, and on the way back to the study, he happened to see Bo Chi coming back briskly.
“Good morning, Third Young Master.” Bo Chi was far away from the great devil, the demonic cult leader, and was in a good mood, with a smile on her face. Seeing Yu Zhou, she didn’t turn around and run away as usual, but greeted him happily.
Yu Zhou said casually: “Morning, don’t run around today, we have a distinguished guest coming later.”
Bo Chi didn’t care, and smiled and raised her small fist: “You chased me the other day and called me sister, wanting me to teach you martial arts, but now you’re talking for that distinguished guest. What, can that distinguished guest of yours beat me?”
“Of course.” Yu Zhou wanted to show off, and also wanted to make Bo Chi be shocked, so he held back with difficulty, and only said proudly: “You’ll know how powerful he is when the time comes!”
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