Love, Gun, Cupid

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

Ragnar reached out, and flames shaped into a sword. Lin Jiade gritted his teeth and launched a preemptive attack. He dared not gamble that his shield could withstand the scorching heat of the surrounding walls of flames, and in this narrow space, there was almost no room for him to move around.

He had to launch a preemptive strike, otherwise he would be unable to complete another attack until his death, and would only slowly melt into the enemy's relentless onslaught.

Ragnar parried the attack with his sword. At the moment of impact, sparks flew, transforming into a dense barrage of short needles aimed at Lin Jiade's face. Although the needles were blocked by Lin Jiade's shield, they still obstructed his vision.

Out of Lin Jiade's sight, Ragnar spat a ball of flame from his palm, which transformed into a nimble little bird that flew behind him. As the two struggled, it transformed into a sharp blade that hovered above Lin Jiade's head.

Lin Jiade was oblivious; he had no time to spare, as dealing with Ragnar alone was enough to keep him busy. Ragnar's swordsmanship was completely amateurish, but his terrifying brute strength was enough to make up for the lack of skill.

He immediately activated the Lionheart spell to enhance his physical attributes, but even so, he could hear his own body groaning every time he clashed swords.

After five exchanges of swords, neither side appeared to have gained the upper hand, yet blood dripped from Lin Jiade's tiger's mouth. His blood and qi were unstable and disordered, giving him the illusion that he would vomit his internal organs.

I underestimated you.

Ragnar unleashed a powerful sword strike, carrying an astonishing momentum. Lin Jiade dared not meet it head-on, fearing he would be shattered along with his shield by the blow. Therefore, he transformed into a longsword and flew it overhead, gambling that his shield could withstand the scorching flames.

Ragnar waved his hand, and the sword that had been hanging over Lin Jiade's head fell, slamming into him and knocking him back to the ground. Due to this unexpected collision, Lin Jiade reverted to human form, only to be met with Ragnar's sword right in front of him.

Let's see how LNG's match goes. If they win, there will be a third update tonight.

Chapter Sixty-Three: The Ice Cave's Wages

Ragnar thought his sword was deadly... until he felt the hardness of its impact.

Ragnar looked down and saw Lin Jiade clamping the blade between his palms, slowing its speed. Where the blade struck, a brass color covered the young man's throat. Ragnar's attack only left a small mark on Lin Jiade's metallic throat.

"I underestimated you a bit, but my fire can melt copper alloys with ease!"

Just as Ragnar was about to launch his attack, an ice spear pierced through the flames. He dodged to the side and saw Lingard already grabbing the ice spear and flying away from the cage of the wall of flames. He turned to face Korobochka, whose ice spear doubled in size every few seconds.

Ragnar didn't provide any video evidence; he left with his offspring. Jianlan had no intention of pursuing them. She looked concernedly at Lin Jiade, who was lying on the ground. He got up and said, "Just a few scratches."

Jasmine walked over; the wound on her shoulder had healed completely. She said softly, "I'm sorry."

"This is not your fault."

“Starting today, I will take a leave of absence from school and stay at home. I can’t let something like this happen again.”

Lin Jiade paused for a moment, then nodded: "It won't take you too long."

Not wanting to give Ragnar another chance to catch someone alone, they accompanied Jasmine to the school to take care of the necessary procedures. Meanwhile, Ice Cave used the school's medical room to clean and bandage Lin Jiade, resulting in Lin Jiade having three bandages with cartoon patterns on his body.

"Don't do that again, or I won't give you a ride even if you beg me."

Ice Cave whispered, "I understand your desire to save people, but what kind of fighting style is it to throw yourself into the enemy's mouth?"

Lin Jiade explained, "Ragnar is very determined to kill Jasmine. If I hesitate for a few more seconds, what awaits me may be a separation of life and death between Jasmine and me."

"I don't think he has much intention to kill Jasmine. On the contrary, the person he most wants to kill is you."

How do you feel?

"A woman's sixth sense."

She took a deep breath in the ice cave, a rose-red hue creeping onto her cheeks. She glanced quickly at Lin Jiade, then lowered her head and said, "You know, I maintain this form because of the broken piece of the pillar of light stuck in my chest."

"Ah."

Ice Cave unzipped and unbuttoned his clothes, then pulled down his thermal underwear. A cute, girly bra with pink base, blue trim, and lace decorations appeared in Lin Jiade's eyes, but Lin Jiade's gaze only focused on Ice Cave's chest, noticing that the color of that beam of light was lighter than he remembered.

"The energy I use for holy land magic also comes from this section. Its color has faded, which proves that I have consumed some of its energy. I didn't notice it before, but it's not too late to fix it now."

Ice Cave's eyes darted left and right: "I don't want to run out of energy and turn back into Old Mu, back into... an ordinary person, so I have to rely on external conditions to replenish my energy."

Lin Jiade nodded: "I understand."

The ice cave remained silent, looking shyly at Lin Jiade, her gaze sweeping up and down over his House of Representatives. A bad feeling arose in Lin Jiade's mind: "Hey, could it be...?"

“That’s how it is,” she whispered. “The energy required for holy land spells is the same as that required for magic researchers. Although I can also replenish it by consuming food, I would need to eat about a thousand kilograms of food to fully replenish it—provided that I cannot use spells again before I have consumed all that food.”

To maintain my fighting ability, I had to replenish my energy in another way. So after registering as a magic researcher, I learned a fragment of a technique that allowed me to draw energy from men.

Although the energy concentration of tears, saliva, sweat, blood, or anything else is essentially the same, the efficiency of my conversion is related to the zinc content of the substances I ingest; the higher the zinc content, the higher my conversion efficiency.

Lin Jiade took out his phone and searched on the spot: where in the human body is the zinc content highest? Unsurprisingly, the answer made him understand why the ice cave was targeting his House of Representatives.

"I don't want to discuss this with anyone else, it's too embarrassing..." Ice Cave covered his cheeks, "But, in order not to go back, and in order to be able to help you, I have no choice but to come to you for help."

"Boys, boys are being produced all the time. Since you're not having kids with your girlfriend anyway, instead of secretly getting rid of them yourself, why not use them to give me some energy?"

Bingdong leaned against the bed, ignoring the musty smell, and stuck his head inside. A muffled voice came from inside: "Just consider it... consider it payment for my wages. In return, I will provide necessary assistance."

Not to brag, but my body is quite attractive to boys. Didn't you say before that you liked girls with pigtails, over-the-knee socks, and dresses? I can dress like that too.

Lin Jiade was still suffering from the aftereffects of the Lionheart spell, and he was in a restless mood. The unintentional teasing in the ice cave, coupled with her legs wrapped in over-the-knee stockings so close to his eyes, aroused him.

"If I don't look for you, am I supposed to go find other boys?" Ice Cave asked.

These words ignited Lin Jiade's possessiveness. He did not want the ice cave to belong to anyone else, even though she was once a man he knew. The thought of the possibility that she did not belong to him filled Lin Jiade with a gloomy feeling.

Good heavens, the ice cave was originally a man's cave... He lamented in his heart, Lin Jiade, have you become so desperate that you're indiscriminate in your choices?

His body, however, remained straightforward. He reached out and touched Ice Cave's ankle, the sensation of the over-the-knee sock spreading through his fingers. His fingers slid upwards along the contours of Ice Cave's calf. Ice Cave trembled slightly, her legs curling up even more, but she did not stop Lin Jiade.

In the darkness, she felt her cheeks burning. She covered her mouth with her hand to prevent herself from making any embarrassing sounds. With her tacit consent, would Lin Jiade's hand continue upwards? And to what extent would he be satisfied?

However, Lin Jiade eventually stopped. She pulled back the covers and said with a mixture of regret and relief, "Aren't we going to go all the way?"

"I can't let Jasmine down."

“It’s considered adultery for a married man to have an affair with another woman, but I used to be a man… If this can ease your moral burden, I’d rather you treat me as a man.”

“I’m sorry, I need to go check on Jasmine. We can discuss your issue another day. You know, she’s my girlfriend, and she was just attacked. I can’t do this.”

Lin Jiade jumped up abruptly, and Bing Dong's attempt to grab his trouser leg failed. She watched his hurried departure with resentment and muttered, "Coward."

Because of the energy depletion that caused his bodily functions to decline, coupled with his frustration, the ice cave did not notice the black cat with a bow on its tail passing by outside the window and leaping off the windowsill.

Chapter Sixty-Four: Campus Romance

As Lin Jiade received an ambiguous invitation from the ice cave, Jasmine and Gladiolus walked down another corridor. At that moment, Jasmine was no longer Jasmine, and Gladiolus was no longer Gladiolus.

Jasmine's leave of absence was processed unusually quickly because the people in charge knew that Jasmine had some connections, and as long as she didn't cause trouble for the school, they would always stamp and sign her documents very quickly.

The reason for taking a leave of absence instead of requesting leave is that days of absence would be included in the attendance statistics, and Jasmine's attendance this semester was less than two-thirds, so according to the rules and procedures, she cannot be allowed to graduate.

Taking a leave of absence is equivalent to skipping the current semester and seamlessly transitioning to the next semester. As long as she takes all the final exams of the first semester of her senior year and passes each subject, she will be considered to have met the standard and will not be included in the attendance statistics.

Of course, this wasn't chosen randomly. This rule was originally a humanitarian clause designed to care for students with illnesses, but it was deliberately exploited.

It is well known that more than half of the students applying for special hardship subsidies in universities are healthy and have cars and houses at home.

It was a trivial matter, one that Jasmine couldn't even recall. Now, preoccupied with another question, she looked up at Gladiolus and asked, "Who am I?"

"You are Jasmine."

“I am the Red Dragon, right?” Jasmine asked.

"Yes, we all know."

“Your information comes from me. Because I claim to be a descendant of the Red Dragon, you think I am a descendant of the Red Dragon. Your impressions cannot be used as evidence.”

"Jasmine?"

“Perhaps Ragnar Sigurdsson didn’t come here to kill me, because he told me an amazing story that I didn’t want to believe, but which made me suspicious.”

Jasmine leaned against the window, the aluminum frame groaning in her palm. Looking at the familiar scenery outside, she whispered, "He said I was his child, and he said I recognized a thief as my father."

Jianlan smiled and said, "Recognizing a thief as one's father is a classic scene in classical drama. It is a combination of tragedy and comedy. Audiences yearn for the father and son to recognize each other, but they also enjoy seeing them fight on the battlefield."

"I'm not kidding you!"

"The solution is simple: go to West Ham Hospital, get a biopsy and blood drawn. By comparing the data of red dragons and white dragons in the database, you can find out which race you belong to."

If you want to know your relationship with Sigurdsson, then you just need to seize the opportunity to extract his body tissue for testing and comparison.

You know, but you dare not, because you're afraid that if what the other person says is true, your life and memories before meeting Lin Jiade will collapse.

Jasmine remained silent for a while before reluctantly replying, "That's right."

“Then, the truth doesn’t matter.” Jianlan pressed Jasmine’s shoulder. “The key is your stance, who you see yourself as, or rather, this is a choice: Sigurdsson wants to kill Lin Jiade, so what would you choose?”

"I will protect Lin Jiade... but I also want to uncover the truth; it is my right!"

Gladiolus rubbed her forehead: "Sometimes, it's better to be a fool and pretend nothing happened. Your doubts are shaking your perceptions, and your perceptions will shake you."

Think about what I went through last year. When I felt rejected, I only managed to rebuild my self-awareness by staying with Lin Jiade. Will you experience the same pain as me?

"I don't know... Let me think about it some more."

At this moment, Lin Jiade found Jasmine, and Jianlan excused herself, saying in a low voice, "She's in a bad mood, so try to comfort her."

"what happened?"

"Ask him yourself."

Lin Jiade took over Jianlan's position. Jasmine stared blankly out the window. He grabbed her hand, and it was ice-cold to the touch.

Jasmine looked at him as if waking from a dream, and gently leaned on his arm, saying, "Hug me, I'm in a bad mood."

Lin Jiade faithfully carried out her orders. Jianlan had cast exorcism spells nearby, so his actions would not have an immeasurable impact on minors.

"If one day, Jasmine is no longer Jasmine, will you still love her?" Jasmine asked.

"What do you mean?"

"If I weren't a red dragon, but some other kind of dragon, would you still love me?"

Lin Jiade was baffled: "What kind of problem is this? The red and white soccer ball I played today turned into a blue and white soccer ball the next day. Although the colors changed, as long as it can be played and the feel is about the same, what's wrong with the color scheme?"

As you know, every year the football team's jerseys are designed by the idiotic designers Adidas, ○K, and Bryan, resulting in different, incredibly ugly designs each year. But a jersey is a jersey.

The same applies to players. Even if they wear a different jersey number every year, they are still the same person and will not change because of these changes.

So Jasmine, no matter what kind of dragon you become, or what color you are, if you still consider me your boyfriend and still love me, then to me you are Jasmine, because I love you.

Lin Jiade felt a little shy and guilty because he had already cheated on Jasmine twice. Then, his emotions turned to gratitude and remorse because Jasmine believed his words and believed that he still loved her.

“I might be the daughter of White Dragon Sigurdsson, the daughter of someone who’s about to murder you, and even so, do you still love me?” Jasmine asked.

"Of course, when you think about it, isn't this kind of play even more exciting? Just imagine, my enemy's daughter has fallen into my hands, I'm going to treat her well."

Jasmine was both amused and exasperated: "So this actually adds spice to your life?"

"Or are you going to join him in killing me?"