I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 760: You Can Now Tell Zhao’er ’I Like You

Chapter 760: Chapter 760: You Can Now Tell Zhao’er ’I Like You

Dayan Rock, true to its name.

It stood atop the summit of a very steep mountain, its shape from afar was squarely geometric, covering a vast area, at least as large as a stadium that could accommodate ten thousand people.

Unlike typical mountaintop rocks, Dayan Rock was covered in greenery at the top, overgrown with numerous plants, among which bamboo was the most prevalent.

The sides of the rock were exceptionally steep and the edges smooth, as if someone had deliberately polished them, making it appear exceedingly difficult to climb from a distance.

However, Dayan Rock was situated near the center of the Kuangshan Mountains, an area devoid of roads, accessible only by a muddy and stony path, long overgrown with weeds and occasionally trampled by passing hikers.

This was a no-man’s land, not just because it was inaccessible, but likely because of the perennially fierce winds that swept through.

"Zhao’er, if I don’t ask for your help in the future, can you refrain from taking action?"

"What is asking for help?"

"Erm, it means seeking your assistance."

"What is help?"

Help, is providing support to others through money, labor, or advice. As humans are social animals, we all need the help of others while also offering our own, so helping others is the same as helping oneself. Thus, finding joy in helping others means assisting those around you, who, in turn, will help you—so by helping others, you’re essentially helping yourself.

Damn, you nearly threw your phone after it provided such an explanation!

Baidu Encyclopedia really can’t be trusted!

Scratching your head, you said to Zhao’er, "Helping is, well, like what you did just now when you fought off those people for me."

"Oh."

Zhao’er’s expression remained blank and cutesy, as if she half-understood.

You didn’t know whether she truly grasped the concept since she hadn’t fully developed cognitively, and you didn’t expect her to comprehend it all, as long as she stayed out of the way when you were fighting.

"Zhao’er, let’s talk about murder."

"Hmm, murder?"

"Yes, murder," you nodded.

Murder, the act of depriving someone of their right to life—screw that!

How could a child who didn’t even understand murder grasp the concept of deprivation?

Moreover, what child would understand what life and rights are?

Damn you, Baidu!

You resignedly pocketed your phone and explained as best as you could: "Murder, um, means doing what you did to those nine individuals just now, like breaking necks, piercing heads, dismembering."

Zhao’er looked at you, her expression frozen for a few seconds before asking, "Does Yun dislike it?"

Wow, Zhao’er actually learned the term "like"!

You were overjoyed, excited!

But that wasn’t the point. The point was the prospect of saying "I like you" to Zhao’er someday!

You didn’t want to outright reject Zhao’er’s actions—as they were done for your benefit—and besides, those guys weren’t exactly saints, harboring the intention to kill you for a bounty.

Zh’er didn’t inherently delight in killing; she rarely committed acts of violence against others. She must have sensed the murderous intent from those individuals—that’s why she acted.

Moreover, you were up against nine adversaries. Facing their onslaught, you had to deploy powerful maneuvers, aiming for a quick resolution, so some casualties were inevitable. The outcome was similar to if Zhao’er had stepped in, albeit less visually stunning.

But regardless, Zhao’er was perfect in your eyes, and you firmly wished for her to avoid labels like "female devil" or "female killing mad demon."

"It’s not that I dislike it, but it’s better if I handle such matters in the future. Zhao’er, you just need to be as beautiful as a flower."

"What is beauty, and who is Ruhua?"

...

What followed was an exhaustive session of explaining various concepts to Zhao’er as the car rattled along the muddy road.

As night fell, you still hadn’t finished explaining. For some reason, today Zhao’er became an inquisitive child, eagerly and proactively questioning the things she didn’t understand—wait, her heart?

Setting up a tent on the grass, you suddenly turned to look at Zhao’er, who was diligently piling up stones.

Could it be that Zhao’er’s consciousness was recovering?

No way?

Hadn’t Little Lu An said that various items were needed, and a ceremony had to be performed for Zhao’er to regain her consciousness and live like a normal person with life attributes?

Efficiently, you set up the tent and spoke to Zhao’er, who was childishly building a stone fortress, "Zhao’er, let’s go to the woods ahead to gather firewood."

"Okay."

Because you were so focused on Zhao’er, observing her every move, expression, and demeanor, you noticed a definitive change in her.

Her mind was really changing!

"Wind curse, wind rope."

You manipulated the wind ropes, dragging a large bundle of dry wood from the forest. Zhao’er’s expression may not have changed much, but her movements were now much more coordinated and agile compared to before.

She even started to sidestep stones and leap over puddles as she walked, something she would have previously ignored, simply crushing the rocks beneath her feet like tofu.

As you made the fire and sat side by side in front of it, alternating between roasting chicken legs and glancing at Zhao’er, she suddenly turned to you and said, "Yun, I am hungry."

Hmm?

Come to think of it, it’s been a while since you last heard Zhao’er express hunger!

She never initiated talk about being hungry during meals, and her eating seemed more a formality than anything else. In reality, Zhao’er could go without food, and even if she didn’t eat for a month, she’d never feel hungry.

Each time she mentioned hunger, it was to suck your blood.

Of course, you wouldn’t hesitate when Zhao’er wanted blood. Concentrating a sharp wind force on your right finger, you gently sliced a cut on your left index finger. As the blood began to flow, Zhao’er leaned forward, opening her sensual, moist red lips, and took your finger into her mouth.

Oh~~

She was sucking...

You felt an unprecedented thrill pulsating through your soul, sending shivers down your spine.

Zhao’er didn’t let go, and you could distinctly feel your blood leaving your body, and your Three Souls and Seven Spirits seemed called upon, showing signs that alarmed you—your Soul Power was fading, no, being drained away by Zhao’er!

"Hmm?"

At that very moment, on a private island in the middle of a lake, the Empress, who was reclining on a sofa, suddenly opened her eyes wide, and a sharp gleam flickered through them!

Dong Fangxiao, who was sitting nearby organizing documents, stood up abruptly and, kneeling on one knee, said to the Empress, "Does the Empress have any commands?"