Chapter 1015: Chapter 1015

Ao Zhaozhao stood still, stunned.

Someone actually recognized her name?

Her nose tingled, and tears burst from her eyes. She quickly turned her head to hide them.

Nanli examined her Dragon Horn pattern more closely and immediately grinned. "As expected, it’s you, Zhaozhao!"

Each dragon’s Dragon Horn has slight variations. Ao Zhaozhao’s was a blue dragon with a white hue, resembling a wave-like pattern.

"You... you are..." Ao Zhaozhao wiped her tears and stared intently at Nanli.

This face was beautiful, with delicate features, but she had no recollection of it.

Nanli smiled and said, "I used to be the Death God. Your father and mother brought you to see me."

Ao Zhaozhao blinked, confused.

She couldn’t discern the truth from the lies, so she softly murmured, "Hong Liyu also said... she also said she was an old acquaintance of my father and mother, but she..."

She had stolen her kin’s Dragon Scale robe, cut her own Dragon Horn, and removed her own Dragon Scale.

Nanli glanced at the now lifeless Hong Liyu, who had reverted to her original form.

Then she looked at Ao Zhaozhao’s eyes, filled with suspicion and fear, and her heart twisted in pain.

Now, Ao Zhaozhao was going through tribulations, and without the Dragon King’s token to prove her identity, it was understandable that she was doubting.

Nanli wasn’t in a hurry and said, "Whether you remember or not doesn’t matter. You just need to know that you are no longer in danger, and you don’t have to be afraid anymore."

Ao Zhaozhao still said, "You... what do you want? Just tell me directly. I still have another Dragon Horn..."

She feared they would offer her warmth only to stab her again.

She couldn’t bear it anymore.

Nanli furrowed her brows as she watched Ao Zhaozhao’s cautious demeanor, feeling even worse.

When the Dragon King and Queen were alive, Ao Zhaozhao was a princess cherished by all.

Now that her parents and kin were gone, she had become a pitiful little thing bullied by fish demons.

Nanli reached out and gently patted Ao Zhaozhao’s head. "Don’t worry, we won’t take your Dragon Horn."

Ao Zhaozhao initially tried to dodge Nanli’s hand, but she was held tightly by Siheng and couldn’t move.

But she still had to admit that Nanli’s hand was warm.

While they were comforting Ao Zhaozhao, Cinian was on the other side, chanting:

"Amid the Buddha’s teachings, Ximen, practitioner, do not take what is not yours, for stealing brings only harm..."

Ximen Chuan was about to sneakily pick up the Dragon Clan dagger when Cinian’s words froze his body.

Everyone’s eyes turned to him.

He cursed Cinian in his heart for meddling.

Ao Zhaozhao, furious and anxious, her small voice demanding: "Give it back! This is my father’s dragon tooth!"

She struggled to get down, furious.

Siheng pressed her back down with a firm hand. This little dragon girl had a temper, and he had one too.

He said, "Stop moving, be good."

Ximen Chuan’s eyes lit up when he saw the treasure, but if she rushed over, he could be at a disadvantage.

Siheng raised his hand, and with a swift lash of spiritual whip, he seized the Dragon Clan dagger and placed it steadily back into Ao Zhaozhao’s hands.

The Dragon Scale robe, still free of blood, also returned to Ao Zhaozhao’s arms.

After a thousand years, Ao Zhaozhao finally received the two treasured items of her kin, and she stood there dazed.

Siheng watched her absorbed in the treasures and coldly remarked, "Shouldn’t you thank me now?"

Ao Zhaozhao snapped back to her senses and stammered, "Uncle... uncle, thank you."

Siheng raised an eyebrow and immediately carried Ao Zhaozhao to the shore.

Nanli followed closely behind.

She knew what Siheng was going to ask, so she said, "She’s been through a lot, still not fully recovered. Why rush?"

But Siheng had already set up a barrier, blocking the wind and snow and muffling all sounds.

He said, "I’m not in a hurry. She’s the one anxious to show gratitude."

"..." Nanli’s lips twitched. It was impressive how he could lie so easily.

But she quickly straightened her face and said, "I knew her parents, so she’s like a niece to me. Besides, she’s badly hurt. The most urgent thing is to treat her wounds, bandage her injuries! She’s just a young girl. Can’t you be a little more gentle?"

Siheng was scolded but didn’t dare to retort in front of his wife.

He muttered, "Got it."

What little girl? A rough calculation told him that this dragon girl was probably older than he was.

Ao Zhaozhao looked at the two of them.

Clutching the treasures tightly, she struggled to break free from Siheng’s hold.

She staggered to the ground but quickly steadied herself. Her eyes became wary as she said:

"You don’t need to act like you’re performing a play. Just say what you want!"

"You must be Hong Liyu’s accomplices, trying to trick me!"

"Thieving couple! Don’t waste your energy. I won’t fall for it!"

Nanli was at a loss for words.

See? The child misunderstood them.

Siheng, with his hands in his pockets, sneered: "You can’t even tell the bad guys apart, and you call good people thieves. How dare you shout in such a low cultivation state? A’Li’s been nice to you for your parents’ sake, but don’t get spoiled and start cursing people."

Ao Zhaozhao’s eyes reddened, and she choked out, "I... I... If I hadn’t been drained of my cultivation and spiritual power by Hong Liyu, I wouldn’t be ! You’re a bad person, looking all handsome but your heart is so black, even bullying a child like me!"

Siheng retorted, "Your parents must have died in the Demon Domain, right? You’re at least ten thousand years old now. And you still call yourself a child? I’m under three thousand years old. Shouldn’t you be calling me older sister?"

Ao Zhaozhao shot him a glance and then turned to look at Nanli.

She said, "You said you were the Death God. Since you’re a couple, then aren’t you an old ox eating young grass?"

Nanli’s mouth twitched.

This child had been abused for so long, but her sharp tongue was still intact.

Siheng had enough and raised his hand to knock Ao Zhaozhao on the forehead, threatening, "If you keep being impolite, I’ll cut off your other Dragon Horn!"

Ao Zhaozhao immediately took a few steps back in fear. "You... You’re definitely bad people!"

Nanli was speechless.

Siheng, no longer willing to coax the child, said, "Well, yes. Now I’m asking you questions, and you’d better answer truthfully. Otherwise, not only will your life be in danger, but I’ll also tear up your Dragon Scale robe and smash your father’s dragon tooth."

Ao Zhaozhao’s pupils contracted in terror. "Cruel! You’re even worse than Hong Liyu!"

"Correct!" Siheng admitted directly. "You’d better behave and answer."

Ao Zhaozhao swallowed hard, clutching her treasures tightly, and nodded quickly.

Nanli rubbed her forehead. This little girl only understood the hard approach, not the soft one.

Siheng then asked, "Your parents died in the Demon Domain. How did you end up at Spring Lake?"

He didn’t rush to ask about the whereabouts of the Demonizing Dragon Lantern, as the appearance of this dragon girl was too coincidental.

He found it strange and cautious, especially when it involved A’Li and his son.

Ao Zhaozhao bit her lip and then explained:

"My father and mother led the clan to battle and died in the Demon Domain, but... my father’s trusted aide came back. He brought back the Dragon Scale robe and dragon tooth dagger and told me to succeed the position of the Four Seas Dragon Lord."

"But I’m still young, with unstable foundations. The whole clan was wiped out in the Demon Domain, and the merman clan took the opportunity to rebel and tried to imprison me to steal the treasures. The trusted aide and I escaped from the Dragon Palace, but... he was also severely injured and could not survive. Wuwu..."