Although his eyelids couldn’t stop twitching, Zhao Rong still felt that he might have heard wrong.
"Uh, what did you just say?"
"I said, make something of yourself. This white chi dragon female is extremely rare, a once in a lifetime opportunity. If you ever get the chance, subdue her and take her as a slave."
Subdue? Slave? Hiss, I didn’t expect you to be , Gui.
Zhao Rong couldn’t help his expression change, "The slave you mentioned... what kind of slave is it... is it legitimate?"
Gui paused, puzzled as he responded, "What else could it be but a female slave? What, should I get one to be treated as a grandma?"
Zhao Rong: "........."
Gui thought for a moment, "Also, why wouldn’t it be legitimate?"
Zhao Rong secretly took a breath, had this become normal for him? Could it be that he had his own wild and unrestrained past? Despite being together for so long, he had never considered this before...
Zhao Rong was very curious about Gui, but after thinking it over, he cautiously asked:
"Uh, this subduing you mentioned... how does one subdue?"
Gui casually said, "Why are you suddenly talking so much? How to subdue? Of course, you knock her down, step on her head, and make her submit and recognize her master. How else would you take her as a female slave?"
"......" Zhao Rong was shocked.
Knock her down... step on her head... make her submit and call him master?
Why are you so skilled at this!
At that moment in Heart Lake, Gui was somewhat curious about Zhao Rong’s reaction.
Seeing him say nothing, it scoffed, "Hey, if you don’t subdue her, how else will you take her as a female slave? Are you going to reason with her about the Great Dao? Hahaha, that’s so like you, Zhao Rong."
As an excellent Sword Spirit, it never missed any opportunity to tease the Sword Master.
However, at that moment, Zhao Rong did not get angry when he heard these words.
The young Confucian Scholar couldn’t help but swallow, "Ah this... this... you... this..."
I understand, but I’m still greatly shocked.
Before today, I had thought Gui was a virgin for ten thousand years, turns out he might be a... pro.
"That’s not quite right, she is Qing Jun’s senior sister and a powerful Sword Cultivator from the Star-picking Realm; besides, she’s a good person. Without any reason..." remembering Senior Ning’s gentle demeanor, his face hesitated as he continued, "and we have no enmity, why take her as a female slave?"
Gui couldn’t help but mock Zhao Rong, "Why? Isn’t that obvious, to bed her, what else are you subduing her for? Keep her by your side and lecture her into enlightenment? You really are something."
Zhao Rong was shocked again, at a loss for words for a moment.
He felt that obsessing over subduing his wife’s senior sister and training her as a slave, and then that... was certainly not good; this was surely a script for corrupt morals.
He was simply a member of the Demon Sect.
Seeing Zhao Rong dumbstruck again, Gui felt quite bland, as if discussing music theory with a cow: "Forget it, forget it, I don’t expect much from you, who knows how long it will take for this good-for-nothing to achieve anything, the iron’s already cold."
This time, Zhao Rong quickly nodded, as vigorously as if he were pounding garlic, even vigorously waving his hand, "You’re right, you’re right, this matter... cough, indeed far exceeds this young master’s capacities, the water’s too deep, I definitely can’t handle it!"
Although thinking about it, I know the waters must be quite thrilling, as this also counts as a kind of taboo.
A senior sister close to his wife? Hiss... If this were in Zhao Rong’s previous life, it could have been made into an ethical drama of a certain country, Zhao Rong already has a visual for this script... My Wife’s Close Friend...
But, the guilt is too heavy, Zhao Rong isn’t that kind of person, so at this moment...
He chose to back down immediately, "Gui, you should give me simpler tasks."
Gui retorted disdainfully: "Tsch, look at you, no ambition at all."
Zhao Rong couldn’t help it, shaking his head seriously, "No, it’s not about ambition. She’s Qing Jun’s senior sister, and we have a good relationship. How could we harbor such thoughts just because Senior Ning comes from the Demon Race? I think the laws regarding demons on the mountain are already harsh enough, of course, I won’t meddle too much in those old tales of the Human Clan and Demon Race, as long as my dimwit is fine... And also, if Qing Jun knows about this... "
Gui staunchly interrupted:
"Demon Race is Demon Race, they respect power, not virtue. Trust me, most of them are much more ruthless than you think."
He paused, and Zhao Rong did not argue further.
Shortly after, Gui continued:
"Besides, even if Lingfei finds out, so what? If you can subdue this little white chi, you did it with your skills, what can she complain about? In the end, you’re just too cautious."
Good grief, did it with your skills?
Did it with your skills to make your wife’s senior sister a female slave...
Zhao Rong dared not say a word. Is this what high-level players are like, Gui? You’ve changed; you used to scold me as a scoundrel.
Thinking that Zhao Rong was again stunned by his words, Gui, rare for not being contradicted, felt quite satisfied and started its ’daily’ talk:
"Ha, not to boast, but back when I was in the Xuanhuang Realm, I subdued quite a few of these chi dragon females. When bored, I just played with them. They were well-trained by me, and whenever I wanted to beat or ride them, I did..."
Zhao Rong still couldn’t help confirming once more, "Uh, all female slaves?" implying if there were any males.
Gui couldn’t help but curse, "Are you sick? What are you thinking about? Why would I want male slaves? The males can go die off to the side."