Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 229 - 229 061 Can't Live Anymore_2

229: Chapter 061 Can’t Live Anymore_2 229: Chapter 061 Can’t Live Anymore_2 Never forgetting what one has seen is just the basics.

The image of White Spirit’s supple, boneless figure danced through my mind over and over again, the more I reminisced the deeper the impression, I could even clearly recall every expression on White Spirit’s face.

The more I recalled, the more I felt…

my breath quicken!

A perfectly good Dragon Turtle not being a Dragon Turtle, why become human?

And to seduce me…

no, she’s more seductive as a Dragon Turtle…

I felt there was something wrong with my sense of aesthetics.

After my tribulation, I’ve become more and more adept at understanding the aesthetic points of various races.

It is said that dragons are of a lustful nature, is it because of this ability?

Do Dragon Turtles have it too?

I slowly opened my eyes only to find a day had already silently passed, and night had fallen with stars scattered across the sky.

A day’s memories, and I still hadn’t penetrated the specialties of that dance, nor discovered any hidden Cultivation Technique within it.

Dance it once?

Even as a turtle, my control over my body is absolute; those seductive dance moves pose no issue at all, the only difference being the length of my legs.

But those dance moves are too feminine, too tempting, and something inside me is having trouble getting over it.

After much struggle, I bit my dragon fang, looked around, and swam towards the distance.

Not even human anymore, why care about losing face?

Dragon Turtle, shameless!

Advancement is more important than anything else.

My speed was incredibly fast, and in a blink of an eye, I was far from the island.

On the island, Ya Ya was carefully listening to Green Snake’s Savage King story, and Su Huanian’s eyebrows slightly furrowed as she watched the direction I was heading to.

Just now, the Dragon Turtle’s expression was changing erratically, as if struggling with a difficult situation.

Was there danger?

Su Huanian rose on her sword, quietly following behind.

After swimming out for thousands of miles, confident that no one on the island could see me here, I finally stopped.

I looked around; this place was nice, with an excellent environment.

The sea was calm, the moonlight shimmered like water, dolphins leapt across the waves, and fish played around.

I stood upright, my hind claws on the water’s surface, recalling White Spirit’s posture, imitating her tone without changing a single thing, “Who says the Cultivation Technique is hidden within the dance, perhaps it is nestled within casual chit-chat?

Squeezing my throat, I mimicked White Spirit’s voice, whispering: “Little clan brother, just this once, watch and remember, never forget!”

A chill ran down my spine, I bravely endured the awkwardness within my heart.

Dancing as White Spirit did, and although limited by my physical condition, I couldn’t reach the aesthetic beauty she possessed, yet I tried my hardest to be graceful and enchanting.

I imagined a Fairy dancing alone under the moon, her clothes fluttering, her every move filled with elegance and seductiveness, her gaze and rhythm thoroughly captivating.

After a dance, there was no special feeling.

My True Yuan wasn’t stirred, my physical body didn’t strengthen, nor did I comprehend any special Breathing Technique or Conceptual Diagram.

It seemed like I just simply danced a dance.

That’s…

embarrassing.

Just thinking about my seductive dance moves gave me a headache.

Dismiss the wicked thoughts!

Dismiss!

Dismiss!

The more I didn’t want to think about it, the more those postures appeared in my mind, even the memories of White Spirit’s dance moves turned into a black turtle dancing.

My claws were almost collapsing the sea surface.

And yet, despite such effort, I was still without any gains, which was truly aggravating.

I tried to suppress the discomfort in my heart, thinking whether something had gone wrong.

The dance moves were fine, those I couldn’t perform were simply out of reach.

You can’t expect a dragon turtle to bend down at the waist!

Besides physiological constraints, there was only the singing voice left!

White Spirit danced with a voice like that of Mermaids.

Could it be that I should gather a group of Mermaids for accompaniment?

Please kill me!

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

The most I could do is to ask the Mermaids to record a performance as a keepsake, that’s doable.

Su He thought about it and turned towards the passage Su Hua had cleaved to return.

White Spirit’s harmonies weren’t something a single Mermaid could achieve; it was a chorus.

Let Chou Nu’er and Jade Bead lead the singing, two with the Mermaid Empress Bloodline, the effect would certainly be better.

As Su He turned around, he saw a White Fairy standing quietly on the water’s surface three miles away, staring unwaveringly at him.

The Fairy’s composure was impeccable; she did not laugh.

I stood frozen in shock, my mind went blank, and I just stood there, stunned.

After a while, I gradually came to my senses, even my Turtle Shell trembling.

I thought to myself: Proof of the Tao …

Proof of the Tao …

Proof of the Tao …

This phrase circulated in my mind, refusing to leave and growing ever deeper.

Su Hua looked at me lightly and said, “You can’t beat me.”

Cry for Mom…

Pfft!

Who’s going to cry for Mom?

Should I tell them the reason?

“You… didn’t see anything, right…” my voice quivered.

“I saw everything.” Su Hua replied quietly: “From beginning to end.”

I closed my eyes, wishing for an explosion!

Let the world end!

I can’t live like this!

I just can’t!

Struggling, I opened my eyes: “Sister, what I mean to say is…

I was practicing a technique, do you believe me?”

“I believe,” the Fairy said softly.

“There’s nothing I can do if you don’t believe me, but this really is a Cultivation Technique, it’s just left by a Turtle acting on a brain cramp.” White Spirit!

It’s a fight to the death!

If I ever get the chance to meet her again, I must ram her to death with my shell!

Su He said miserably, “I suspect she calculated this deliberately, intending for me to do this in front of you…

huh?” Su He looked incredulously at Su Hua: “You believe me?”

Su Hua gathered her hair, looking down: “Though I don’t know what this is, it appears to be some sort of seductive technique such as the Demon Dance, but…

it’s not suitable for you.”

A Turtle, especially a male, really shouldn’t pose seductively.

You’re laughing, aren’t you?

You’re definitely laughing!

You’re almost unable to hold it in!

Looking at her expression, Su He thought to himself, just kill me now, I really don’t want to live!

Unless we’re embarrassed together.

“Can you dance?” Su He asked Su Hua.