Chapter 403: Volume 1 Chapter 403 Evil Dragon x Slave x Witch (Side Story)

"What are you crying for?" Jiang Zhi looked at him crying, feeling somewhat upset herself, took out a handkerchief and wiped his tears.

Xiaohei cried for a long time, as if he had vented all his past sorrow.

Until.

Xiaohei sat on the chair, his two eyes swollen like walnuts; after realizing, he became flustered and nervous.

He feared that his master would despise him.

Jiang Zhi handed him a bottle of water, smiling, and said: "Have you cried enough?"

Xiaohei cautiously glanced at the smile at the corner of her lips, his heart eased, he slightly nodded, voice trembling: "Master, yes, I'm sorry."

Jiang Zhi reached out to ruffle his hair, sat beside him, and said: "What apology? Cry if you want to cry, laugh if you want to laugh, what's there to be sorry about! From now on, Xiaohei can cry in front of me, and I'll stay beside you."

Xiaohei felt the slender fingers threading through his hair, the warmth seeping into his heart.

He gripped the water bottle tightly, and his dragon horns appeared again.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhi instinctively pinched his dragon horns.

Xiaohei reacted violently, his whole body sprang up, face flushed and ears red as he panted; a long dragon tail appeared behind him, uncontrollably wrapping around her calf.

Jiang Zhi blinked, "You, what's wrong?"

Xiaohei wanted to retract his dragon tail, but the tail clung ever tighter to the slender, porcelain-white upper part of her calf.

Jiang Zhi only felt itchy, she stepped back and laughed: "Xiaohei, let go, it's so itchy."

Xiaohei reached out to pull at the dragon tail, but the tail had a mind of its own, coiling tight like a vine.

"Sorry, Master, it, it won't obey me."

Jiang Zhi had no objection, looking at the flustered half-beast beside her, she reached out to stroke the dragon tail and asked softly:

"Does it like me?"

Xiaohei's body suddenly stiffened, he stood there dazed, face red as dripping blood, the water bottle rolled from his hand, fell to the ground and rolled a few times before stopping.

Jiang Zhi pretended to be angry: "Why aren't you speaking? Do you really dislike me that much?"

Xiaohei was so anxious he seemed about to burst into tears, he explained hastily and incoherently: "No! I, I really like, really like Master; if Master now tells me to die, I would willingly do so."

Jiang Zhi raised an eyebrow and snorted: "What would I gain by letting you die? It would do me no good at all."

Xiaohei had never liked anyone before and didn't know what liking someone felt like; he sat on the chair, somewhat at a loss, his face alternating between red and pale.

Jiang Zhi reached out and embraced his waist, feeling his unnatural stiffness, she chuckled lightly and said: "I also like you, very much, very much."

Xiaohei's pupils suddenly constricted, he forgot to breathe; aside from his heart pounding violently, his whole body stood still like a puppet.

At that moment, a figure flew to their side, his face grim and frightening, and he grabbed them and pulled them apart.

"She is my treasure!! Lowly half-beast, you dare not covet my treasure!!"

The speaker was the Evil Dragon, who had taken human form; his face looked exactly like Xiaohei's, appearing like a pair of twins.

Xiaohei was caught off guard, pushed by him, fell from the chair and landed on the ground.

Seeing the newcomer, Jiang Zhi felt helpless: "How did you wake up?"

The Evil Dragon glared angrily: "If I didn't wake up, you'd run off with someone else!"

That tone, that posture—made her feel as if she were cheating on Xiaohei and just been caught in the act by her husband.

The Evil Dragon trembled with rage, gripping her hand, wanting to hide her away, not allowing anyone to take her.

Jiang Zhi didn't understand its behavior: "Where do you want to take me?"

The Evil Dragon said matter-of-factly: "Naturally, to my Dragon's Nest."

The Xiaohei on the ground stood up, blocking in front of Jiang Zhi, staring directly at the immensely intimidating Evil Dragon.

"You can't take her away."

Seeing him, the Evil Dragon grew even angrier, released his hand and prepared to kill him first.

Jiang Zhi threw a talisman, which turned into ropes that bound the humanoid Evil Dragon, then she placed him on the chair.

The Evil Dragon struggled, discovering he could not break free of the ropes binding him, and felt shocked for a moment.

The entire dragon was stunned.

Jiang Zhi stood aside, hands on hips, and said: "During your slumber, I formed a contract; any spell I cast, you cannot resist."

The Evil Dragon's whole body was filled with killing intent.

"How dare you??"

Jiang Zhi showed no fear: "Why wouldn't I dare? You're now a prisoner; I advise you to behave, otherwise I'll……"

She thought for a moment, then threatened: "I'll throw you into the sea to feed the sharks~"

The Evil Dragon felt he had suffered an unforgivable humiliation.

He glared at the girl mage standing before him, his voice laced with icy frost, cold air seeping from between his teeth.

"You dare!!"

"See if I dare!" Jiang Zhi tossed off those words, took Xiaohei's hand and left without mercy.

Left behind was the Evil Dragon blowing in the cold wind, bound to the chair, pitiful and alone.

"Jiang Zhi——!!"

…

The next afternoon.

Jiang Zhi, who came to fish as usual, saw the Evil Dragon sleeping spread-eagled and covered her mouth to laugh.

She placed the lunchbox she had made at noon beside her, then prepared her fishing gear.

When the Evil Dragon woke up, he saw the girl mage sitting beside him, fishing.

It snorted volcanic fire from its nostrils, speaking harshly: "Once I break the contract, I will surely kill you!"

Jiang Zhi gave a half-hearted "oh".

Evil Dragon still wanted to say harsh words, but a gurgle sound came out of his stomach at an inopportune moment.

Jiang Zhi heard it, raised a finger, cast a spell, and pointed at the lunchbox on the table.

The lunchbox opened automatically; the first layer was steamed perch, fragrant, fresh, and tender with few bones. The second layer was braised spare ribs, made from fatty pork bones, cooked until tender and stewed through, wrapped in a thick sauce, the meat aroma wafting. The third layer was corn and yam stew, fresh and delicious.

Evil Dragon eats only once a year, and one meal keeps it full for ten years.

It rarely eats human food, feeding instead on animals it hunts itself.

However, it would not die even if it went ten thousand years without eating.

Upon smelling the food wafting before it, Evil Dragon gulped, saliva continuously spilling out.

"Hmph, don't think that by sucking up to me I won't kill you. Besides, I won't eat this food—who knows if you've put deadly poison in it?"

Its attitude was extremely stubborn, as if it would rather die than yield.

Jiang Zhi turned to Xiaohei and said, "Xiaohei, are you hungry? If you are, go ahead and eat that food."

In this world, food is precious, especially for slaves who have lived long in the Pinminku; they regard food as treasure.

Xiaohei hesitated not, walked over, picked up the chopsticks, and was about to dig in.

Seeing this, Evil Dragon immediately roared, "No eating!!"

Xiaohei stopped moving, staring at him with a blank expression.

Evil Dragon gritted its teeth: "I won't eat it, and I won't let you eat it either!"

Xiaohei: "………"

The Evil Dragon, who would rather die than eat, finished off the food in the lunchbox completely clean, not leaving a scrap.