Chapter 311: Zhi Lan and Me

A blurry, thin shadow. I couldn't see his details, as his face was completely buried in the darkness.

Yu Zhuo walked forward slowly for a distance. The darkness around him slowly dissipated with his footsteps. The sudden burst of light pierced into Yu Zhuo's pupils without warning.

Perhaps because of the shock, Yuzhuo slipped and fell to the ground.

"…What's wrong with you?"

The voice coming from afar was light and unreal. Yu Zhuo's energy was still being consumed. Hearing this, he raised his head, forced himself to stay upright, and cast his eyes towards the figure walking towards him.

"He didn't react at all."

【He must be dead.】

"He's not dead yet, I can feel it. He's still breathing... Such a familiar feeling, so kind, is he also a dragon..."

【Humph, ugly dragon. 】

“You’re not kind to other people.”

【You are also an ugly dragon. 】

“…”

Yu Zhuo frowned subconsciously. He didn't know why he couldn't see the man clearly. Although the man was trying to get closer, there was always a layer of unclear mist on his face, making it difficult for Yu Zhuo to see clearly.

Yuzhuo's breathing became heavier. The man was still talking, and the timbre of his voice was almost identical to the phantom sound Yuzhuo heard on the planet, but his tone was much calmer.

But mixed in with that... there was also a mechanical sound.

Yu Zhuo narrowed his eyes and stared at a pure silver sphere floating next to the figure, and instinctively tested and analyzed it.

This is also a small system.

This dragon actually has a small system on its side.

Yu Zhuo sensed an aura similar to the main system from this system emitting silver light. He detected various data of the system, but soon discovered that it was different from the main system.

The energy of the main system is unfathomable and extremely stable. However, the energy intensity of this silver spherical system is obviously not as strong as that of the main system, and it is more unstable.

Instability...

Before Yuzhuo could investigate further, his vision was suddenly covered by a silver light. The mechanical sound contained something unknown, and Yuzhuo felt a dull pain in his temples, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Suhui, don't bully him! He's injured... You really are..."

Before Yuzhuo fell unconscious, he heard the vague black shadow scream.

...That silver system is actually called Tracing.

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When Yuzhuo woke up again, he was in a small room.

The walls of the room were covered with pure white tiles of unknown stripes. Brown curtains hung on both sides of the windows, swaying slightly in the wind outside.

Yuzhuo was lying on the bed. He turned his head and looked at everything unfamiliar around him. It took him a moment of trance to realize where he was.

"Are you awake?"

The voice that had been lingering in Yuzhuo's ears sounded again, but with a different flavor, obviously mixed with a bit of tenderness.

Yu Zhuo secretly rolled his eyes, stared at the door, and asked, "Who are you?"

"Me?" The shadow at the doorway moved slightly, and after taking two steps forward, he entered the bright white scene.

Yu Zhuo finally saw his face clearly. This man was about the same height as Zhou Yanshu, but his figure was thinner.

Perhaps because this world has existed for too long, he was wrapped in an obviously thick, pure white robe that was loose and extremely long, dragging directly to the ground.

"Ah... sorry. I haven't had the chance to introduce myself to you. My name is Zhi Lan." The man said, pulling out a chair and sitting next to Yu Zhuo.

Yu Zhuo's eyes flashed across his wrist covered with tiny scales, and after a moment focused on his face again.

Zhi Lan's appearance is not as rough as most men, but he is not feminine either. His face is white and clean, his lips are thin and red, and his facial lines are soft and approachable.

He sat quietly in his chair, wrapped in a robe and moving properly. From a certain perspective, he looked like a student who was listening to the lecture attentively.

Yu Zhuo looked at him, he didn't say anything. After a moment, his eyes moved up and looked at the thing on Zhi Lan's head.

Indeed, judging from his pretty face, he seems harmless and posing no threat.

But he had two protruding, thick dragon horns on his forehead. They were pure black and long, with particularly sharp tips that emitted a faint cold glow.

Yu Zhuo looked down calmly again, and sure enough, he saw a dragon tail about four or five meters long and of the same pure black color on the ground.

Zhi Lan hid it under his robe, but his dragon tail was too long and too heavy, and it would eventually be exposed and had to be placed on the ground.

He is a dragon that cannot control his own body shape. In other words, he is a dragon with congenital defects.

"You were injured and fainted. I couldn't find any other place to treat you, so I brought you to my castle." Zhi Lan slightly curled his lips, "I know a little bit of medical skills, and I have injected you with a relieving drug. How do you feel now?"

The pain in Yuzhuo's head had long since disappeared. He looked at Zhilan and said weakly, "I feel much better now. Thank you."

"You're welcome." Zhi Lan placed his palm on his thigh, pressed his fingers up and down, and continued to look straight ahead, "This area is a restricted area, how did you get in?"

"Restricted area?" Yu Zhuo paused, "I don't know. I got lost and walked straight ahead until I came here."

"Oh... so that's how it is." Zhi Lan didn't think much about it. He reached forward twice and pressed Yu Zhuo's abdomen through the quilt.

Yu Zhuo's expression suddenly changed. He sat up and pulled the quilt over to him: "What are you doing?"

"…I'm sorry." Zhi Lan withdrew his hand. "I just wanted to touch your forehead to see if you had a fever, but I misjudged you."

Yu Zhuo: “Are you blind?”

He frowned and looked into Ji Lan's eyes. Ji Lan's pupils were no different from those of a normal person, with spirit and sparkle. When he blinked, it was almost impossible to tell the difference between him and the others.

"It seems you really don't know me." Zhi Lan sat up straight, "Everyone outside knows that I'm blind."

Yu Zhuo: "I told you, I got lost and walked in here, I don't know where this place is..."

"Can I touch you?" Before Yuzhuo finished speaking, Zhilan spoke again.

Yu Zhuo: “…”

Zhi Lan: “Is it okay?”

"No. I'm not sick, you don't have to touch me." Yu Zhuo responded decisively. After he said that, he turned his head and caught a glimpse of the silver system hiding behind the door.

It floated silently in the shadow behind the door, the silver light on the ball flickering.

Yu Zhuo saw it staring at him intently, and after a few seconds he turned to look at Zhi Lan: "My head hurts a bit, can you check if I have a fever?"

As he spoke, he took Zhi Lan's hand and pressed it against his forehead.

At that moment, the light of the silver system increased several times.

Yu Zhuo paid attention to its movements. Seeing this, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and in less than three seconds he put down Zhi Lan's hand again: "How is it?"

Zhi Lan sat upright in the chair, his pupils moving, and his empty and blank gaze passed lightly across the doorway.

He covered his palm and curled the corners of his lips imperceptibly: "It's still a little hot, the fever hasn't subsided, you may have to stay here for a few more days."