I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon-Chapter 890 - 332: The Cat Lady’s Verbal Lesson! Caught Again! (Part 2)

Chapter 890: Chapter 332: The Cat Lady’s Verbal Lesson! Caught Again! (Part 2)

"Meow?"

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[Objective achieved.]

[Event concluded.]

[Rating: Excellent.]

[True Spirit +2000.]

[Obtained mystical artifact: Creation Jade Plate *1.]

[Obtained special item: Dao Essence Crystal *2.]

System prompts kept popping up, but at this moment, Chen Mo had no interest in paying attention.

It might have been that the citizens’ worship at the southern outskirts caused the Dragon Qi to surge, making the drop of "True Dragon Blood" exceptionally excited. Taking advantage of his depleted True Yuan, it was wildly roaming through his meridians.

Besides transforming his body, another portion of memory synchronized over.

Vaguely, countless fragmented images flashed before his eyes, showing the vicissitudes of nature, the changes of mountains and rivers, and the alterations of stars and fields. One could imagine the lengthy epochs this drop of blood had experienced.

One image, in particular, caught Chen Mo’s attention.

It was a smoke-filled ancient battleground, where corpses piled up like mountains, with both the Demon Clan and the Human Race, blood flowing as if creating a hell on earth.

In the center of the blood-soaked battlefield, several tall figures stood.

Although their faces were blurry, their intense aura could still be felt, presumably all being the Ultimate Venerables who reigned supreme.

Among them, a particularly eye-catching man in armor, as dazzling as the sun, emanating overwhelming majesty.

Just as Chen Mo concentrated his Vision Power, trying to see more clearly, the image abruptly stopped.

"The struggle between the Human Race and Demon Clan spans thousands of years, making it difficult to discern the specific era of this image, yet judging by the style of the armor, the time span shouldn’t be too distant..."

Chen Mo pondered silently.

As the memory images faded, the boiling dragon blood gradually calmed down.

Though he seemed to be in a coma, his consciousness remained alert, clearly perceiving the outside world.

Naturally, he was also aware of the great effort Yu Hongyin had expended to help him cool down, undoubtedly easing much of the bodily transformation pain, feeling somewhat touched.

However, what happened next left him completely stunned.

Suddenly, You Ji emerged from somewhere, kneeling before him, and directly began verbal communication.

???

From her skilled movements, it was apparent it wasn’t her first time committing such acts!

Chen Mo’s body hadn’t recovered yet, not even able to move a finger, merely enduring silently.

"Indeed!"

"I wondered how Director Xu progressed so fast, turns out it’s this silly cat’s doing!"

"Who in the world taught her... hissing..."

A quarter of an hour later.

Yu Hongyin’s eyelashes slightly fluttered, seemingly about to awaken.

You Ji noticed this, hesitated a bit, but recalling Chen Mo’s advice: "Don’t transform into human form in front of others," she reluctantly raised her head.

To cover her crime, she also dragged Yu Hongyin over, staged her well, fabricated the ’crime scene’ before reverting back to her cat form.

Little did she know, all of this occurred right under Chen Mo’s watchful eyes, making him grind his teeth in irritation.

"Hmm?"

Yu Hongyin softly hummed, slowly opened her eyes.

Moments ago, she too didn’t quite understand what had transpired, suddenly losing consciousness, and amidst her muddled state saw startling visions.

There hung a crimson sun on the horizon, alongside a teal moon, within the cloud-swirled sky, a gigantic purple dragon coiled among the clouds, its golden vertical pupils crossed the void, fixating on her.

A great suction pulled her towards the sky.

As the distance closed, that giant dragon gradually transformed into Chen Mo, reaching his arms towards her...

And then, she awoke.

"What a strange dream..."

Yu Hongyin mused quietly, looked up, and instantly froze.

Somehow, she had arrived before Chen Mo, her whole body lying on his legs, nearly turning her face to see closely at an intimidating sight, the aggressive aura almost making her heart leap out!

In haste to rise, yet too feeble to muster strength, she fell back weakly.

Her hand also unintentionally rested somewhere...

Chen Mo: ?

"Ah!"

Yu Hongyin yelped, her face turning crimson, as if touching a hot potato, hurriedly withdrew her hand.

Looking around to confirm there wasn’t anyone else in the bath besides a black cat, she finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Well, no one will know anyway, just a peek, it should be fine, right?"

She calmed her mood, hesitated slightly, and boldly moved closer to observe, her eyes black and white, full of curiosity.

Finding no threat, her courage grew, and she even began to measure with her hands.

Chen Mo: ???

"Wait a minute..."

Yu Hongyin tinkered for a long time and suddenly remembered something, puzzled, "Strange, why hasn’t Tong’er come back yet?"

Just fetching water, the well is right in the courtyard, could it really take that long?

At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the door, with Qiao Tong explaining something.

"Fairy, you’ve misunderstood, we haven’t abducted Mr. Chen..."

"The Holy Daughter and Mr. Chen are friends, not the kind of relationship you think... Eh, why are we in the bathroom? It’s because Mr. Chen suddenly started burning up, and we were just helping to cool him down..."

"Rest assured, there was no inappropriate behavior!"

Creek —

The door pushed open, and two figures walked in.

Ling Ningzhi followed behind Qiao Tong, wearing a spotless moon white daoist robe.

Qiao Tong smiled and said, "Fairy, you see, I wasn’t lying..."

The words abruptly stopped.

Ling Ningzhi’s brows twitched, eyes faintly gleaming with thunder, her voice suppressed and deep, "Is this what you meant by absolutely not messing around? If I had been a step late, who knows what might have happened!"

Qiao Tong looked at the scene before her, somewhat puzzled, "Holy Daughter, what are you doing?"

Yu Hongyin snapped out of it, hastily withdrew her hands, stammering, "It’s not what you think!"

Ling Ningzhi couldn’t be bothered to listen to her explanation, approached, took a look, and her anger grew, "You even ate it?!"

"Ah? Ate what?" Yu Hongyin’s expression was bewildered.

"Still feigning ignorance with me!"

"Back in the Southern Border, I sensed something was wrong with you, indeed you have bad intentions! Do you really think my Thunder Technique is mere decoration?!"

Ling Ningzhi’s daoist robe fluttered without wind, surrounded by purple thunder juice; with the moist bathroom air, Qiao Tong and Yu Hongyin felt tingling all over, hair standing on end.

"Fairy, calm down!"

"This really is a misunderstanding!"

The two looked flustered, waving their hands repeatedly.

Even in peak condition, they weren’t Ling Ningzhi’s match, let alone now, with their strength diminished, they’d surely be pulverized to dust!

Ling Ningzhi saw the still "unconscious" Chen Mo, knowing it wasn’t appropriate to act now, she suppressed her anger, coldly said, "Remember, this isn’t over, I’ll come for you!"

After speaking, she waved her sleeve, mist surged up, enveloping Chen Mo, and the silhouette vanished instantly.

"Meow?"

The cat froze for a moment.

No, I haven’t gotten on the ride!

It leapt out of the bathroom, followed the scent, chased after them.

The air quieted down, leaving Qiao Tong and Yu Hongyin staring at each other in bewilderment.

After a moment, Qiao Tong spoke, breaking the silence, puzzled, "Holy Daughter, why were you pulling Mr. Chen’s horn?"

"..."

Yu Hongyin wished to find a hole to hide in, face flushed red, "I told you, it’s really a misunderstanding... But, speaking of which, how did Qingxuan find us here?"

"I don’t know either, was just fetching water, suddenly heard a knock, went over to find her standing outside..."

"Maybe we should just run first? What if she comes back to kill us later?"

"Hmm..."

"You still haven’t said, why do you want to pull..."

"Shut up!"

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Chunyue Building.

Chen Mo’s condition was clearly not right at this time, so Ling Ningzhi didn’t take him back to the Demon Suppression Department, but instead found an inn in the north of the city and opened a room temporarily.

In the bedroom, Chen Mo lay quietly on the bed.

Ling Ningzhi sat nearby, watching the gradually fading red markings, keenly detecting a hint of strange aura.

Ancient, primal, desolate, seemingly spanning from antiquity to the present...

"What is this?"

Her dark brows furrowed, wanting to observe more closely.

Chen Mo unknowingly opened his eyes, reached out, pulled her into his arms, softly said, "Daoist, long time no see."