Su Yuan listened to Fu Feng's words without even raising his eyelids. "If you keep talking nonsense, you won't be allowed to leave the Underworld from now on. As the King of Hades, you lack professional ethics."
Fu Feng was stunned. How did he lack professional ethics? That was exactly the case! Ghost cultivators could live and jump around even without a heart!
"Hey, I'm just saying. Why on earth are you looking into this?"
Su Yuan ignored him and continued rummaging through the bookshelf.
There was not the slightest trace of a ghost cultivator on Zhao Zhao. Although she didn't have a heart, the aura on her was that of a living person. Su Yuan wasn't so muddle - headed that he couldn't tell the difference. However, this was something only he needed to know, and Zhao Zhao herself probably had no idea.
Fu Feng was a blabbermouth, so Su Yuan didn't plan to tell him about Zhao Zhao.
Moreover, not to mention Fu Feng, Su Yuan didn't want to tell anyone this news, not even the most reliable person.
The more people who knew, the greater the danger. He didn't want to put Zhao Zhao in such a situation.
The top priority now was to figure out the anomaly on Zhao Zhao to prevent her from encountering any danger.
Seeing that Su Yuan didn't want to talk to him, Fu Feng rolled his eyes. He thought that Su Yuan's tight - lipped and nervous appearance must have something to do with the little girl in the living room. So he wisely stopped asking.
Fu Feng walked around Su Yuan's desk. Then, as if he had thought of something, he said quietly, "Actually, it may not necessarily be a ghost cultivator. Some ancient secret arts can temper the bodies of living people and demons, just like the medicine men thousands of years ago."
Su Yuan's hand stopped flipping through the book. He had thought of this possibility before.
"Go on."
Fu Feng casually picked up a book and flipped through it. He continued, "They can turn people into medicine men who are immune to all poisons, and their blood is full of excellent medicine. Maybe it's possible to remove their hearts. After all, who can guess those evil arts? Also,"
Fu Feng put the book back on the bookshelf and leaned over to ask Su Yuan, "How can you be sure that she really doesn't have a heart? The method of body - tempering is extremely complicated. People who have undergone body - tempering are different from ordinary people. Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it's not there, right?"
Su Yuan listened to Fu Feng's words and fell into deep thought.
He didn't know if Zhao Zhao's heart had anything to do with body - tempering, but he thought of another thing.
Not finding anything in the study, Su Yuan opened the door and went to the living room.
In the living room, Zhao Zhao might be too tired, or perhaps she was just too bored alone. She curled up into a small ball on the sofa and fell asleep.
Seeing Zhao Zhao sleeping soundly, Su Yuan's eyes softened immediately. He tiptoed over and picked her up.
It was autumn. Leaving her to sleep on the sofa would make her catch a cold.
Zhao Zhao leaned in Su Yuan's arms. Her hands and feet were cold. In her sleep, she felt the warmth and instinctively moved closer to the heat source. She grabbed the clothes on Su Yuan's chest and refused to let go. Her head rubbed back and forth on Su Yuan's chest.
Su Yuan felt numb from the rubbing. His heart was on fire. He stiffly carried her into the room.
Fu Feng was hiding at the door of the study, peeping. He shook his head and sighed, "Tsk tsk tsk. Some dragons have lived for tens of thousands of years and have even forgotten that their mouths are for talking."
Zhao Zhao slept until evening. When she woke up and saw the small leaves on the bed, she was stunned for a moment. She had shed leaves again. How worrying!
Zhao Zhao frowned and carefully put away the leaves, then got out of bed.
As soon as she stepped out of the room, she saw Taotie with its head buried in a huge rice bowl, eating heartily. Its two paws were each holding a big chicken leg and stuffing them into its mouth vigorously.
Zhao Zhao's eyes slowly moved to the three empty rice bowls beside. She was a bit stunned. She knew Taotie could eat, but she didn't expect it to be this gluttonous.
A worried look immediately appeared on Zhao Zhao's face. Taotie was her spiritual pet. Logically speaking, it would live with her in the future. But could she really afford to feed it?
Taotie saw Zhao Zhao's expression and complained discontentedly, "What's wrong? You look like this just because I eat a bit. This was promised to me by your sweetheart!"
Zhao Zhao remembered that day when Su Yuan said he wanted to talk to Taotie alone. Was this what they talked about?
This... What a simple and straightforward reason.
Zhao Zhao sighed and walked heavily to the kitchen. She asked Su Yuan, who was serving rice, "Su Yuan, will I get paid when I work in the Demon Management Bureau?"
Su Yuan answered smoothly, "You will."
Zhao Zhao asked again, "How much will it be?"
Su Yuan was taken aback. He really hadn't thought about this. Or rather, as a dragon, especially a noble dragon who had lived for tens of thousands of years, how could he care about things like salary? So he wasn't quite sure for a moment.
After all, Su Yuan didn't deal with such matters in the Demon Management Bureau. He was always in charge of some more difficult cases. The administrative work had always been done by Nan Jia and the others.
However, meeting Zhao Zhao's expectant eyes, Su Yuan thought carefully and said, "It should be the same as Chui Xiaotu and the others."
Zhao Zhao remembered this. She thought that she must ask Chui Xiaotu how much the salary was when she went to the Demon Management Bureau tomorrow.
"Go out and have dinner first." Su Yuan was holding two bowls of rice, and his arm gently wrapped around Zhao Zhao from behind.
Zhao Zhao obediently walked back. Then she just remembered that she hadn't seen Fu Feng.
"Where's Fu Feng?" she asked.
Su Yuan said indifferently, "He misses Gu Qing so much that he went to find her."
At this moment, Fu Feng, who had been kicked out of the door by Su Yuan, was in a bar, enduring Gu Qing's disdainful looks and constantly complaining about Lord Yinglong to Nan Jia.
Hearing this, Zhao Zhao didn't ask any more questions and obediently started eating.
After dinner, Zhao Zhao proposed that she wanted to go home, to the house that Song Yao had found for her.
Su Yuan's heart skipped a beat, but on the surface, he tried to use the delaying tactic as usual. "It's too late today. Let's talk about it tomorrow."
Zhao Zhao shook her head firmly. "No, I must go back today."
Su Yuan endured the slight disappointment in his heart and patiently coaxed her. "Why must it be today? Tomorrow, I'll definitely take you back, okay?"
Zhao Zhao reluctantly refused. She was afraid that Su Yuan would find out about her small leaves.
The more she thought about it, the more flustered she became. Zhao Zhao quickly stood up from the stool, picked up Taotie, who was lying on the carpet comfortably burping, and was about to go out.
"Su Yuan, if it's inconvenient for you, I'll go by myself. I won't trouble you." She spoke in a hurry, and these words didn't sound good to Su Yuan's ears.
Alas, forget it. Su Yuan rubbed his temples, grabbed the flustered Zhao Zhao, and said in a low voice, "When have I ever found it inconvenient for you? Wait. I'll take you."
How could he rest assured that Zhao Zhao would go out alone? Forget it. Since he couldn't do anything about her, he might as well just follow her wishes. As long as she was happy.
The night wind outside was cold. Su Yuan wrapped Zhao Zhao tightly with a scarf and his own overcoat and took her and Taotie to the "home" she mentioned.
The house that Song Yao had found was a high - class apartment on the eighth floor. They had to take the elevator.
When Zhao Zhao was led out of the elevator by Su Yuan, she was suddenly bumped into by a woman wearing a hat.
The woman was holding a stack of papers in her arms. After colliding with Zhao Zhao, the papers fell to the ground.
The woman apologized to Zhao Zhao in a soft voice.
Zhao Zhao let go of Su Yuan's hand, squatted down to pick up the papers on the ground, and handed them to the woman.
"Thank you." The woman smiled and thanked her. She reached out to take the papers from Zhao Zhao's hand, but found that she couldn't pull them out no matter how hard she tried.
"Miss, these are my things..." The woman explained to Zhao Zhao somewhat awkwardly.
Zhao Zhao looked at the papers in her hand and then at the woman in front of her. Her expression was stunned.