Chapter 770 – Sharp Words, How About Dragon Cries? (2/2)

”We won't touch you, so it's naturally his own life,” Nanke replied.

Zhizhi asked, ”What nonsense is this?”

Nanke calmly reasoned, ”We can kill him right now, and the fact that we haven't means that we've spared his life. Then he can use his life in exchange. This is very fair.”

”This makes sense to you?” Zhizhi opened her eyes wide, utter disbelief within.

Nanke asked Zhizhi, ”Do you not understand?”

Zhizhi seriously replied, ”I don't understand bullshit.”

Nanke advised, ”You must speak reason.”

Zhizhi answered, ”You have to have a sense of shame.”

This world had countless young girls, and Nanke and Zhizhi were undoubtedly the strongest and most dangerous of the two.

But when they argued, they were still young girls, somewhat ridiculous and making others feel helpless.

As they argued, no one noticed that Chen Changsheng had silently taken a few steps back.

At this point, he was only a few steps away from An Hua and the deputy general. With just two more steps, they could touch hands.

But just when he was prepared to act, a cold gust suddenly blew across the lake shore, the air rippled, and countless specks of light blossomed behind him.

The specks of light condensed in the wind, transforming into a naked beauty and a refined maiden dressed in a sword uniform.

They noiselessly appeared behind An Hua and the deputy general, their hands resting on the pair's throats.

Nanke ceased to converse with Zhizhi and expressionlessly declared to Chen Changsheng, ”Now it's three lives.”

Chen Changsheng had intended from the very start to send An Hua and the deputy general away, but he had never expected that Nanke had long since seen through his plan and made the corresponding arrangements. This made him somewhat regretful, thinking to himself, since Nanke appeared, how could I forget about Nanke's two wings?

Zhizhi gave an angry shout.

Her spat with Nanke had been for the exact purpose of concealing Chen Changsheng's movements, and so it was hard to not be a little angry at its failure.

The naked beauty lightly embraced An Hua's neck, her demon horns faintly discernible in her waterfall of black hair. When paired with her enchantingly beautiful face, she gave an incomparable aura of attraction. Zhizhi's small face blushed, and she spat on the ground and said, ”True enough, a shameless master has shameless maids.”

These two beauties possessed spiritual bodies, and it was this trait that allowed them to elude Chen Changsheng's and Zhizhi's perception and noiselessly alter the situation.

It was also because they were spiritual bodies that they were particularly vulnerable. They looked at her with boundless fear, and didn't dare retort to Zhizhi's insults.

The refined maiden dressed in the sword uniform somewhat uneasily lowered her head. The naked demon beauty was a little bolder. Although she didn't dare to retort with her own curses, she gave a laugh and straightened her body to allow those soft parts of her to stand out, those two red dots to be even more striking.

Zhizhi's monstrous pupils constricted as she shouted, ”If he wasn't here, I would freeze both you and that woman together into chunks of ice!”

The demon beauty was a little taken aback, thinking to herself, why does this dragon girl hold such resentment towards this woman I've captured?

An Hua was very nervous and couldn't help but raise her head to look.

Zhizhi resentfully said to An Hua, ”What are you looking at? Aren't you the source of all this trouble?”

Out of the corner of her eyes, An Hua spied the nearby stretcher with the dying array master atop it and thought, in order to save this person, just how many have already died tonight…

She felt thoroughly ashamed and lowered her head back down in silence.

Chen Changsheng looked to Zhizhi and soothed, ”Is there a need to be so cranky?”

Since they were speaking to each other, their gazes naturally met.

After this long-winded conversation, in a sky filled with threads of ice, the two's gazes met.

Without any sign or warning, a sound rose up.

This sound was incredibly complex, containing at least a hundred syllables. It was incredibly bizarre and difficult to understand, seeming to contain an extremely ancient odor, as if it originated from a primordial era, and it seemed to carry infinite information.

This sound came from Zhizhi's lips.

Her expression became abnormally solemn, almost divine, and her black dress danced wildly in the wind.

A dragon cry!