Chapter 392: Volume 1, Chapter 392: Evil Dragon x Slave x Witch (12)

The Xiaohei whose body was completely occupied by the Evil Dragon unfurled dark-gold dragon wings behind him, flapping leisurely as he rose into the air; arrogant wanton golden patterns spread to the corners of his eyes, his gold vertical pupils narrowed slightly, revealing an unknown sense of danger.

"He's so devoted to you, even on the brink of death he wouldn't accept my deal."

"It was clearly still Xiaohei's face, but under the Evil Dragon's control that handsome visage turned wanton and feral, the grinning corners of his mouth revealing an excited, manic madness as he gazed with interest at the witch perched on the roof's edge."

Jiang Zhi met his gaze, feeling quite weary.

Dealing with a grand elder already gave her a headache; she hadn't expected the Evil Dragon to show up and cause trouble.

Before she could speak, her moon-like white hair was lifted by the wind, her tall, slender figure appearing like a phantom before her eyes; he extended his long arm and gently lifted her chin.

"How about I help you take care of this old geezer?"

Jiang Zhi knew no free lunches fell from the sky; she didn't dodge his fingertip but asked, "What do you want?"

The Evil Dragon's fingertip lightly rubbed her chin skin; his dragon-scaled finger pressed and reddened her fragile, snow-white skin, his exquisite brows and eyes slightly lifted, revealing her lovely eyes, pure and clean like glazed gemstones.

Dragons are especially fond of treasures; the more beautiful, the more they like, bringing them back to their lairs to pile up like mountains, yet never satisfied.

Even an Evil Dragon that has lived over ten thousand years is no exception.

The first time it saw those eyes, it wanted to seize and plunder her.

The strong reign supreme; for the Evil Dragon, chief of the dragon clan, no one can hinder it.

"Be my treasure."

Jiang Zhi froze for a moment.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

The grand elder Gong Jianhua, standing on a withered branch, listened to their conversation, his brows furrowing as his kindly face twisted slightly.

He raised his staff, casting a magma fireball that hurtled toward the youth like a massive meteor.

The youth sidestepped to dodge.

The grand elder chanted the spell.

"Blazing Rock Technique!"

This is a tracking spell; he cannot dodge it.

This time the Evil Dragon couldn't be bothered to dodge, hovering midair as the fireball was directly swallowed by the black mist surrounding him.

He then lifted his finger.

A mass of black mist spread from the old man's surroundings; he sensed the shocking killing intent, having no chance to struggle, and was bit by bit crushed by the black mist.

Jiang Zhi didn't even see when he cast the spell; a chill ran through her heart as she realized the gap between herself and the villainous Evil Dragon.

If it weren't for the dark forbidden technique limiting him, this world's destruction or survival would likely be decided in the snap of his fingers.

"It's time to fulfill our deal." The Evil Dragon flapped its dragon wings and returned to her side once more.

Jiang Zhi suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

The Evil Dragon shifted his attention to her words, raised an eyebrow, thought a moment, and said indifferently, "I forgot."

Tens of thousands of years ago, no one dared to speak his name directly; gradually, even he forgot his own name.

Jiang Zhi's face bore an unhidden smile, radiant and eye-catching.

"Let me give you a name; how about that?"

Upon hearing that the treasure would give him a name, the Evil Dragon curled his lips into a wicked smirk, deliberately leaning close to her face as his silver hair, blown by the wind, brushed over her pale cheek.

"Sure~"

Jiang Zhi thought for a moment: "Xiaobai."

The Evil Dragon felt neither dislike nor liking; his dragon-scaled finger rubbed her eye corner with moderate pressure, watching her dark eyes veil in mist, the rubbed skin reddening with a fragile fragility, as if she might burst into tears any moment.

Those eyes grew ever more stunningly captivating.

"I like your eyes." The Evil Dragon's eyes revealed desire without concealment—not lust, but a fondness and possessiveness for a rare treasure.

Jiang Zhi had bought time; she retracted all her puppet silver threads, suppressing the urge to flee, and steadied herself to coax the Evil Dragon: "If you agree to one thing, I'll stay by your side forever as your treasure."

The Evil Dragon reached out to encircle her slender waist that couldn't be grasped in one hand, not allowing her to retreat; his massive dragon wings behind him easily wrapped around her body.

"You're not yet qualified to negotiate terms with me."

Jiang Zhi's eyes curved like crescent moons: "Then I can also destroy these eyes of mine."

For tens of thousands of years no human had dared threaten the Evil Dragon; the arm gripping her waist tightened slightly, only loosening a bit when she could barely breathe.

"Go on."

Jiang Zhi gazed at the youth before her, both unfamiliar and familiar, drew a deep breath, and said word by word: "Don't destroy this world."

The Evil Dragon's tone was half-smiling: "I thought you'd let me spare that foolish half-beast."

He was referring to Xiaohei.

Jiang Zhi countered: "Did you agree?"

The Evil Dragon's thin lips twitched; as he was about to speak, he suddenly noticed something rather unpleasant, and his smile became unsettling.

A few seconds later, he gripped the back of the girl's head in his arms and gave a wicked smile: "The half-beast you chose is not bad; even on the brink of death he's still thinking of you."

Just as Jiang Zhi felt dazed, the Evil Dragon leaned down and kissed her lips.

Upon lip contact, a cold breath invaded her mouth and teeth; the scarlet long tongue forced its way into her soft cavity without allowing resistance, thrusting wildly, and she soon tasted a metallic tang.

The golden patterns spreading across the youth's face gradually faded, and his pupil color returned to normal.

The awakened Xiaohei gradually eased his grip; his dark pupils constricted, the soft sweetness touched by his tongue made him yearn and unable to pull himself away, the valley-orchid fragrance from the girl in his arms seeping into his limbs.

Like a red spider lily blooming on the road to death, it lures one into hell.

Every pore of Xiaohei's body clamored to do more excessive things to her, but reason occupied his mind; he suddenly released the person in his embrace, stepped back two paces, nervous and afraid.

"Yes, yes, not, rise, master, master."

Afraid the master would despise and abandon him.

Jiang Zhi wiped the moisture from the corner of her lips, lifted her gaze to the half-beast that had turned back into Xiaohei; he was deep in self-reproach.

She gave a light laugh and said, "It's fine, it's not your fault."

It was that Evil Dragon's doing; no matter what, you can't blame him.

Xiaohei's guilt did not ease because of her words; instead, it felt like thousands of blades stabbing his heart.

How could such a lowly, filthy body of his ever touch the best master in the world?

In his heart, he actually gave rise to the desire to possess his master.

Xiaohei felt only overwhelming shame and panic.

But the wound from the old man's heavy blow had not fully healed; he could stand before Jiang Zhi only because he had just awakened, still retaining a trace of the Evil Dragon's power.

Soon the half-beast fainted.

Jiang Zhi saw this and hurried forward to support him.

She summoned a cloak, using her last bit of mana to control it to fly; riding it, she found the hiding Gu He.

He was exhausted, panting, collapsed on the cloak, breathing heavily.

Having flown halfway through the day in the air, he had expended too much energy.

All he wanted now was to go back and get a good sleep.

"Have we saved everyone?"