The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 90 - : 090: Let’s date

Chapter 90: 090: Let’s date

The next day, the sky was slightly clear.

The weak warmth of the early winter sun filtered through the window cracks, scattering dancing patches of light all around, making the person on the bed squint in the sunshine, frown and flutter her eyelashes before finally opening her eyes.

The chandelier on the ceiling was really pretty.

Zhou Xufang rubbed her eyes, still groggy from sleep, and stared at the chandelier for a long time. Blinking, she then suddenly sat up.

This wasn’t home…

Her first reaction was to clench her fists and guard her chest, then she looked around warily—

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All the guard in her eyes fell away when she saw Jiang Zhi, lying beside her bed.

He was still asleep, his hair messy and sticking out on all sides, his thin clothes shifted to one side revealing a hint of his collarbone, gleaming under the sun’s rays, porcelain white.

His sleeping posture wasn’t great, and his legs were too long, stretched out carelessly.

The patches of light from the window just happened to land on his face, his skin fair and lips red. With his eyes closed and silent, he resembled a painting of a beautiful person. Normally, his peach blossom eyes, not prone to flirtation, were hidden under his soft, obedient eyelashes, casting a few shadows. He seemed not at all like a young master but more like a gentle youth.

She, as if possessed, reached out her hand to touch him.

Jiang Zhi suddenly opened his eyes, and she froze in her movement.

There wasn’t a trace of sleepiness in his eyes, only a joyful and triumphant smile, “What are you doing?” propping himself up on the bed, he leaned toward her with the clear light of his peach blossom eyes, “Do you want to touch me?”

Zhou Xufang moved back, “No!”

She said it particularly loudly.

Bluffing, really bluffing.

Not teasing her anymore, Jiang Zhi stood up, not caring about his messy hair, touched her face, then her forehead, “You don’t have a fever anymore.”

After he moved back and sat down, Zhou Xufang, who had been holding her breath, finally breathed quietly.

“Do you remember much about yesterday?”

Yesterday’s events…

Events and scenes rapidly flooded into Zhou Xufang’s mind.

It was annoying, her memory was very good, she didn’t know how many times better than normal people.

Feeling somewhat guilty, she hung her head, her hair as messy as Jiang Zhi’s, and confessed in a small voice, “I uprooted a tree.”

Jiang Zhi leaned back in his chair, crossed his right leg over his left, hummed, waiting for her to continue.

Zhou Xufang continued confessing honestly, “We also went to the police station.”

Jiang Zhi hummed, “What else?”

Her head buried even lower, her voice fainter, “… I don’t remember.” But she remembered biting him, for a long time.

She sneakily glanced at Jiang Zhi’s neck, full of bite marks…

She frustratingly tugged at her clothes, her face flushed and scratching her palm, wondering if Jiang Zhi would think she was a lecherous demoness…

“Do you remember you kissed me?”

Her voice broke, “I didn’t, it was you—”

Jiang Zhi laughed, “You remember, huh.”

“…”

Suddenly, she thought Jiang Zhi was a little bit bad, just a little.

He looked into her eyes, his gaze intense, “So, should you explain how you managed to uproot a tree weighing several hundred pounds?”

Why?

Actually, to be precise, she didn’t know why either. Her memory stopped at that human genetic laboratory where she had lots of blood drawn, took many pills, and underwent many radiation experiments, and after all that, she became this way. Before that, she couldn’t remember anything but knew that many people called her a Monster, others called her a legend in genetic medicine.

She didn’t look into Jiang Zhi’s eyes anymore, “I’m strong.”

Jiang Zhi’s tone was casual, not like an accusation, more like making conversation, “What about the alcohol? Who gave you the drink?”

“I bought it myself.”

Her ears turned red.

This girl was probably not good at lying, her panic and guilt were written all over her face.

Jiang Zhi didn’t expose her, “You had a fever last night.” Within less than five minutes, it dropped from over forty degrees to the twenties, which was very abnormal.

Zhou Xufang hung her head and fiddled with her fingers, unsure how to explain.

She had been having frequent fevers lately, which hadn’t happened before, and she still hadn’t figured out why.

“Zhou Xufang.”

She immediately sat up straight.

Still unwilling to say anything, Jiang Zhi felt a sense of powerlessness as if he could be abandoned at any moment. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the edge of the bed, “What is our relationship?”

She blankly asked back, “What relationship?”

On the platform, Feng Zhengxiong, Xiao Qingqing, and the other members of the Feng family were panic-stricken.

Feng Wuchen’s injuries were extremely serious, with one stab piercing through his Qi Sea; the platform’s ground turned a swath of red.

“Elder, how’s Chen Er’s injury?” Xiao Qingqing asked anxiously.

“Take Wuchen back for treatment immediately!” The Feng family’s Elder, Feng Qianyang, said gravely.

“Outrageous!” Hearing Feng Qianyang’s words, Feng Zhengxiong flew into a rage, the ferocious killing intent erupting unchecked, “Mo Qianshan! If Chen Er doesn’t survive today, I will absolutely not spare your Mo family!”

“This matter has nothing to do with me. If the Feng Family Head really wants to attack my Mo family, I am ready to welcome you at any time,” the Mo family head replied indifferently, leaving without turning his head.

Even though Feng Zhengxiong had already broken through to the Ninth Level of the Transformative Realm, the Mo family head was not the least bit afraid.

“Family Head Feng, I forgot to tell you that Ling’er’s current identity is a student at Tianyan Academy. Not to mention that it was Wuchen himself who thrust the sword, even if Ling’er killed him, your Feng family can’t do anything about it. With Tianyan Academy and my Huangfu family’s support, you should weigh your own strength before trying to deal with the Mo family,” the young man on the platform sneered proudly.

After a scornful laugh, the young man added, “Do you know what a Sixth Grade Martial Soul signifies? I have never heard of Unmatched City producing a genius with a Sixth Grade Martial Soul before, let alone a woman. Even at Tianyan Academy, Ling’er stands out among the best.”

Leaving those words behind, the young man also departed.

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“Tianyan Academy?” Feng Zhengxiong’s face underwent a severe change, but he had no time to think further, quickly leaving with the severely injured Feng Wuchen.

By comparison, Feng Wuchen’s life was more important.

“Mo Ling’er has been recruited by Tianyan Academy? When did this happen?”

“As expected of Unmatched City’s top genius, Mo Ling’er was recruited by Tianyan Academy!”

“A Sixth Grade Martial Soul, such a powerful talent—Tianyan Academy would be crazy not to recruit her! Mo Ling’er’s future accomplishments will be boundless!”

“Having such an astonishing talent, if I were in her place, I would do the same. Such a powerful gift indeed offers better choices. Wuchen cannot blame Mo Ling’er.”

The entire venue was shocked by such genius, truly making the people of Unmatched City envious.

Mo Ling’er’s entry into Tianyan Academy meant her status had risen even higher, so Wuchen had even less standing to reach for her.

…

In the Feng family hall, there was silence, and worry and urgency were written on the faces of the higher-ups.

Less than a quarter hour had passed when Feng Qianyang appeared in the hall, his elderly face showing traces of sorrow and helplessness.

“Elder, how is Chen Er?” Xiao Qingqing asked anxiously; everyone’s eyes turned toward Feng Qianyang.

Feng Qianyang shook his head helplessly, saying, “Wuchen’s injury is too severe; his Dan Tian is damaged, and he has dropped to the Second Layer of the Body Refining Realm. With my strength as a First-grade Alchemist, I can’t save Wuchen.”

“Elder, do you mean to say Chen Er won’t make it?” Feng Zhengxiong asked in panic, his gaze locked onto Feng Qianyang.

“Elder, please think of a way! You must save Chen Er!” Xiao Qingqing collapsed upon hearing this, tears streaming down like rain.

Feng Qianyang shook his head again, with a sigh, “Unless it’s a remedy concocted by a Third-grade Alchemist. But where could we find a Third-grade Alchemist in Unmatched City?”

Upon hearing this, Feng Zhengxiong sat down in despair. Feng Qianyang’s words had effectively pronounced a death sentence for Feng Wuchen.

“Mo Ling’er!” Feng Yuan, the eldest son, gnashed his teeth, his fists clenched with rage, “I will never forgive you! If my younger brother doesn’t survive, I’ll make sure you join him in death!”

“Elder, is there truly no other way?” Xiao Qingqing asked through tearful sobs, unwilling to give up even the faintest glimmer of hope.

“I truly have no means to help. Wuchen has not much time left—you can go and see him for the last time,” Feng Qianyang shook his head once more.

Sorrow and anger spread through the hall.

At that moment, Feng Wuchen was still unconscious, his life force extremely fragile, hanging by a thread.

However, not long after, something miraculous happened!

The wound at Wuchen’s Dan Tian, inflicted by the sword, began to heal at a visible rate!

The next second, Feng Wuchen suddenly opened his eyes wide, gasping for air as if he’d been holding his breath underwater for hours, looking as though he had a nightmare, his head covered in cold sweat, his face pale with fright.

“What… What was that black thing?” Feng Wuchen wiped off his sweat, speaking with fright, but before he could think further, his expression suddenly changed, “My… My injury, what… what happened?”

“Ah…”

As Feng Wuchen was startled and astonished, his head suddenly felt as if it had been stabbed by a sword, the pain immense, his face instantly contorting. Then, a massive influx of information poured into his mind.

“This is…” Accepting the massive influx of information without resistance, Feng Wuchen was so shocked that his eyes nearly popped out; he nearly forgot the severe throbbing pain in his head.

“This is the memory of the Evil Dragon God! He is from the Ancient Dragon God Clan! It’s said the Dragon Clan is an all-powerful Supreme with no equal. How could the Evil Dragon God be hiding within me, looking to use my body to reincarnate? This… Could this all be a dream?” Feng Wuchen cried out in disbelief, feeling that everything was utterly implausible.

The Ancient Dragon God Clan, Feng Wuchen had never heard of such a thing. It was only when these massive snippets of information suddenly emerged in his mind that he felt as if he were still in a dream.

In the memory of the Evil Dragon God, Feng Wuchen came to know that the Evil Dragon God was from the Ancient Dragon God Clan, which had two Holy Sons, Long Tianhun and Long Tianzhan.

The two were the most dazzling geniuses of the Dragon God Clan, but they tore their faces apart in their fight for the supreme throne of the Dragon Clan. They had been openly and secretly struggling against each other for years.

In the end, on the day of the election for the supreme throne, Long Tianhun was not chosen due to having improper motives, and his brother Long Tianzhan successfully became the next Supreme of the Dragon Clan.

In terms of talent and strength, Long Tianhun was not inferior to Long Tianzhan. In a world where strength was esteemed, he believed he could make the Dragon God Clan even more powerful, and that the supreme throne of the Dragon Clan should rightfully belong to him, but alas, it did not.

Long Tianhun felt it was his father playing favorites. He could not accept the supreme throne falling into Long Tianzhan’s hands. His hatred grew deeper over time, and eventually, Long Tianhun led many strong members of the Dragon Clan away, severing ties with the Dragon God Clan completely.

As a result, Long Tianhun also changed his name to the Evil Dragon God!

To forcibly seize the supreme throne of the Dragon Clan, Long Tianhun brazenly recruited soldiers and horses.

A great war broke out within the Dragon God Clan. With overwhelming power, Long Tianhun defeated Long Tianzhan, seized the Dragon God Seal, and thought he had secured the supreme throne, only to be sealed by divine skills used by the six elders of the Dragon God Clan in the end.

“This… this can’t be real, right? The Evil Dragon God is too terrifying! No, those six elders are even more terrifying!” As he flipped through the memories of the Evil Dragon God, Feng Wuchen trembled in horror, sweating profusely and gasping for air.

“Third Young Master! You… you’re awake?” Just as Feng Wuchen was shivering in fright, the room door was suddenly opened, and a beautiful maid rushed in.

The maid had been alarmed by the screams coming from the room earlier. When she rushed in and saw Feng Wuchen awake, she was completely dumbfounded.

But Zhou Xufang knew, he couldn’t bear to let her starve.

She took the breakfast with her, leaving Jiang Zhi’s house, finished it at the doorstep, and walked out of the compound with red eyes.