Chapter 128
Chapter 128: Xiao… Yun, Slow… Down
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“Xiaoyun, this is for you.”
Lin Muyu handed the 《Mixed Demon Art》 to Lin Xiaoyun, the corners of her mouth curving upward.
Lin Xiaoyun blinked, her gaze falling directly on the book with its cover bearing dark patterns.
After taking it, she asked with some confusion in her eyes:
“Sister, what is this?”
“This is a demon race cultivation technique. We humans can’t cultivate it, so I’m giving it to you.”
Lin Muyu raised her hand to gently rub the soft silver-white hair on top of Lin Xiaoyun’s head, her fingertips touching the delicate strands, her tone full of affection.
“Demon race cultivation technique?”
Lin Xiaoyun’s pupils contracted slightly, her grip on the book tightening as she instinctively flipped through a few pages.
Although she had never attended school or systematically learned human writing,
She could understand every single character densely packed on this book without missing a word, as if those characters were naturally carved into her mind.
“Although bloodline is the most important thing for the demon race, it doesn’t mean it cannot be supplemented later in life. Though I am a monkey, I still stand at the peak of all demons…”
“Little friend who obtains this book, do not be bound by bloodline theory. If you are willing to abandon the shackles of bloodline, this book will surely take you to explore new worlds…”
Lin Xiaoyun read aloud word by word, her voice carrying barely contained excitement, her eyes instantly sparkling with bright light, her tone full of eagerness.
She suddenly looked up at the gentle Lin Muyu and rushed over in a few steps.
Instantly giving Lin Muyu’s smooth cheek a light peck, her soft lips touching the skin brought a hint of warm breath.
“Thank you, sister! I love it so much~”
She was originally the lowest-level cat demon, with bloodline so thin it could almost be ignored, and was looked down upon everywhere in the demon race.
The words in this 《Mixed Demon Art》 undoubtedly gave her a completely new path.
This book meant far more to her than Lin Muyu could imagine.
Lin Muyu was startled by this sudden intimacy, looking down at Lin Xiaoyun who had thrown herself into her arms, raising her hand to touch the moist sensation remaining on her cheek, only then belatedly realizing what had happened.
She had been kissed?
She had been dazed just now because when she had flipped through this book earlier, she clearly hadn’t seen these two lines of annotations about bloodline.
This meant these few lines were specially set by the book’s author, only visible to demons who could understand and resonate with it, intended to be passed down to truly destined demons.
What surprised her was that this book’s author was actually a great monkey demon.
This inevitably reminded her of the Monkey King she had heard about in her previous life…
“Wait, could the Great Sage actually exist?”
Lin Muyu raised her hand to touch her smooth chin, her brow slightly furrowed in thought.
After all, the world she had transmigrated to was originally a novel world.
Maybe the author who wrote the novel back then had added some strange elements into it?
But this thought was suppressed as soon as it emerged.
Because after transmigrating, she had discovered more than once that this world was not simply a novel world.
The people here had emotions, the dangers here were real and tangible, this was clearly a living, real world.
“Who is the Great Sage?”
Lin Xiaoyun looked up from her arms, blinking her round big eyes, her long eyelashes like little fans, paired with that soft little face, she was completely an adorable creature that made people want to cuddle.
“A very powerful monkey. I guess it might be related to this book’s author, but that’s basically impossible.”
Lin Muyu shook her head, finding her own words contradictory.
She both thought there was a connection and thought it was just coincidence, but she really couldn’t connect the Great Sage from mythology with a demonic cultivator from this world.
“Then I want to become a Great Sage too!”
Upon hearing it was very powerful, Lin Xiaoyun immediately jumped out of her arms, clenching her little fists tightly, her face full of excitement, her eyes sparkling with longing.
In this world, beings who could be called sages were extremely rare, each one standing at the top of the pyramid.
Lin Muyu was gratified that Lin Xiaoyun had such aspirations.
But when she imagined a soft, cute cat girl carrying a golden staff and causing havoc in heaven, she couldn’t help but twitch at the corners of her mouth.
“You don’t need to, Xiaoyun. Just being able to protect yourself is enough!”
Lin Muyu quickly spoke to interrupt her fantasy, afraid this little girl would really pursue the “Great Sage” direction.
After a pause, she added:
“Also, don’t choose a staff as your weapon.”
“Why? Sister, your staff looks so cool when you use it!”
Xiaoyun tilted her head, looking at her with a face full of confusion, her eyes full of incomprehension.
Last time when Lin Muyu used that staff to teach bad people a lesson, her movements were swift and impressive.
“Cool?”
This time it was Lin Muyu’s turn to be stunned. She thought of Xiaomu’s ordinary form…
That was clearly just a fire poker, with rough outer bark and not even decent decorations, no matter how you looked at it, it had nothing to do with being cool.
Was that cool? Or was Xiaoyun’s aesthetic sense problematic?
“Anyway, listen to your sister and choose a weapon that suits you!”
Lin Muyu stepped forward, grabbing Lin Xiaoyun’s shoulders with both hands, her expression serious, her tone carrying some gravity.
She definitely didn’t want to train her soft little girl into some “Little Sage Xiaoyun.”
“Oh… Sister, I’m so hungry~”
Lin Xiaoyun obediently nodded in agreement, but the next second her little face fell, and she tugged at Lin Muyu’s sleeve gently, her tone full of grievance as she finally revealed her ultimate purpose.
“Uh…”
Seeing Lin Xiaoyun’s natural topic transition, Lin Muyu was first stunned.
Then, as if remembering something, she quickly scanned the surroundings like a thief, confirming no one was around.
Especially after confirming she had already sent Su Wanqing back to Qinglan Sect, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
If Su Wanqing saw Lin Xiaoyun drinking blood, she would probably treat Xiaoyun as a bad demon.
She rolled up her sleeve and generously extended her arm to Lin Xiaoyun, her tone carrying some helplessness yet affection:
“Come on, drink your fill!”
Although she still hadn’t figured out why Xiaoyun particularly liked drinking her blood,
But since she doted on this sister, as long as Xiaoyun wanted it, she would give everything she could.
But Lin Xiaoyun shook her head and didn’t touch the arm she extended.
Instead, she reached out her little hand and gently pulled down the collar at Lin Muyu’s neck, exposing a patch of smooth, delicate skin.
Then, she tiptoed slightly, opened her little mouth, and bit directly toward Lin Muyu’s neck.
Seeing this, Lin Muyu couldn’t help but laugh helplessly.
This little girl was even picky about body parts when drinking blood?
But the next second, she couldn’t laugh anymore.
A warm sensation came from her neck, and immediately after, the blood in her body rushed toward her neck like floodwater bursting through a dam.
Even though she immediately circulated the spiritual energy in her body to stimulate accelerated blood production, the speed of blood loss was too fast, supply couldn’t meet demand.
Her complexion became visibly pale, and even her lips lost their color.
She couldn’t care about the tingling sensation from her neck, only managing to say in a trembling voice:
“Xiao… Xiaoyun, slow… slow down.”
But no matter what she said, Lin Xiaoyun acted as if she hadn’t heard, still burying her head and drinking blood.
One little hand even started becoming restless, gently exploring on her arm, that touch making her unable to suppress a wave of itchiness.
Lin Muyu’s heart suddenly sank.
Was her physique acting up?
But she had never known before that her physique had this kind of effect?
Could it be that when Su Wanqing showed abnormalities last time, it wasn’t just Su Wanqing’s own issue, but also her own problem?
She wanted to reach out and stop Lin Xiaoyun’s actions, but her body had become stiff due to massive blood loss, and she barely had the strength to lift her hand.
Seeing Lin Xiaoyun’s little hand about to slip inside her clothes and touch that forbidden area, Lin Muyu’s heart jumped in panic, and she used all her strength to shout:
“Xiaotao, pull me in!”