txolops Chapter 113 You're Trying to Kill Me
Chapter 113 You're Trying to Kill Me
Jianye City, Han Xiaoliu's Residence
Pushing open the carved wooden door, a faint scent of agarwood mixed with the warm aroma of wood wafted out.
This is an exquisitely furnished antique wooden bedroom, with all four walls made of fine century-old rosewood, the wood grain flowing like water ripples, exuding a serene glow from the passage of time.
The room was free of clutter, except for a small rosewood carved shelf against the wall, on which were arranged several ancient books and a Ru kiln porcelain vase with plum blossoms in it.
The window frame is an intricate swastika pattern, covered with thin silk gauze, filtering the moonlight outside into a hazy silver veil that gently spills onto the smooth wooden floor.
What is most striking is the subtle shimmering light on the walls.
Countless intricate and ancient array patterns were cleverly engraved deep within the wooden wall, shimmering with a faint, ethereal blue light as if breathing.
This invisible barrier completely isolates the house from the outside world. No matter how the wind blows or the grass moves outside, the house remains as quiet as ever, and it also tightly seals away those decadent sounds that cannot be seen in the light of day within this small space.
Suddenly... I want to smoke a cigarette!
Han Xiaoliu's eyes were half-closed, with a thick, dark color still lingering in the depths of his eyes, as if they had been tempered by a raging fire, exuding a sense of languor and disarray after satiation.
His Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably, and a tired yet satisfied smile curved his lips. Even his breath felt hot.
Beside him, Dong Xuan'er, like a delicate cat whose strength had been completely drained, curled up limply among the scattered brocade quilts.
Her already stunningly beautiful face was now bathed in a light blush, like the most delicate peach blossom in March, the blush spreading from her fair neck all the way to her ears.
She was breathing slightly, her full red lips slightly parted, with a hint of allure still lingering at the corners of her mouth. With each gentle breath, a ripple of seductive charm spread across her lips.
She lazily raised her slender arm, her fingertips casually twirling the strands of hair that fell across her collarbone, and turned her head slightly to look at the man beside her.
Gone was the usual arrogance and pretense in his eyes; only a softness and charm emanated from his very bones, as if even his soul had been soothed.
The two lay quietly beneath the shimmering array of lights, listening to each other's heartbeats and their still-breathing breaths, letting the lingering afterglow flow and ferment silently between their warm skin.
Han Xiaoliu let out a long sigh of relief. Just as he lifted the quilt to get up and put on his clothes, his waist was suddenly tightened.
A soft, boneless hand, yet with an irresistible force, gripped the hem of his clothes tightly.
"What are you doing!" Dong Xuan'er frowned slightly, her eyes revealing a hint of languor and coquettishness as she pressed her body against him, her warm breath seeping into the crook of his neck.
"Going out!" Han Xiaoliu sighed helplessly, rubbing his sore back with his other hand, and said with a bitter face, "I need to go and upgrade my support and pet levels."
"Upgrade your level?" Dong Xuan'er scoffed, her slender fingers slowly sliding down his chest, her tone full of resentment and accusation. "After all these years, is this how you plan to brush me off?"
"That's been a whole day and night, three times in total! Do you want more? Have some decency!"
Faced with Han Xiaoliu's pleas for mercy, Dong Xuan'er not only did not let go, but moved even closer.
She tilted her head slightly, a sly glint in her beautiful eyes, and began to recount past grievances: "In the past seven years, you visited the Miaoyin Sect four hundred and sixty-eight times, staying overnight three hundred and sixty-nine times! What, did you put all your effort into other women?"
"I swear to God! I swear, I only went to sing and dance, I absolutely didn't do anything else!" Han Xiaoliu slapped her thigh anxiously, her face full of sincerity and grievance. "What do you want me to do to believe you?!"
"You don't even believe what you say yourself, so how can you lie to me?" Dong Xuan'er's lips curled into a half-smile, and she lightly touched his lips with her fingertip, cutting him off.
Her eyes sparkled, and she deliberately dragged out the last syllable: "I still remember what you said when you refused Master's offer to let us cultivate together—you liked 'naive, sweet, rich, and beautiful' women. What, your tastes have changed now?"
"I love it! Of course I love it!" Han Xiaoliu nodded vigorously, as if afraid of being a second too slow.
"That depends on your performance." Dong Xuan'er's smile deepened, like a cat that had successfully stolen some fish. Her tone was so gentle it seemed to drip water. "I'm still very easy to talk to."
Upon hearing this, Han Xiaoliu felt a deafening roar in his mind, as if a thunderclap had exploded.
His eyes widened, his brain racing: What did she mean? Did she not mind if he went out and saw a few more women? It must be! Absolutely!
Should I tell her that the phrase "naive and innocent, rich and beautiful" refers to six girls?
Under extreme exhaustion and self-hypnosis, Han Xiaoliu instantly completed self-PUA, and his originally listless spirit miraculously revived.
He took a deep breath, and as if pouncing on a priceless treasure, excitedly pushed Dong Xuan'er down onto the couch again: "Come on, my darling!"
……
After an unknown amount of time, the room finally returned to calm.
Dong Xuan'er nestled contentedly against Han Xiaoliu's chest, her fair fingertips tracing circles on his muscular frame. Her voice held a languid satisfaction: "Not bad, I'm very satisfied. Keep it up, there are still 365 more times to go."
"What do you mean?" Han Xiaoliu, who had just caught her breath, froze and turned her head sharply, her eyes filled with terror.
"Three hundred and sixty-nine homework assignments, and four have just been handed in, leaving three hundred and sixty-five. Did I count correctly?" Dong Xuan'er smiled, her eyes crinkling, looking just like a cunning little fox.
"Are you...are you serious?" Han Xiaoliu's voice trembled.
Dong Xuan'er didn't answer, but just stared at him with a smile, her eyes seeming to say: What do you think?
"You've come here to learn from me, haven't you?! You might as well just kill me!" Han Xiaoliu was filled with grief and indignation. He grabbed the storage bag on the table, and without even bothering to put on his shoes, he fled the room in a panic.
At this moment, he didn't want to see Dong Xuan'er's stunningly beautiful yet "deadly" face for even a second longer!
Outside Chang'an City, the setting sun cast a soft golden glow on the bluestone pavement. Beneath the majestic archway of the Tang Dynasty government building, Han Baibai stopped, turned, and pointed to the ancient stone pagoda piercing the clouds within the city walls, her eyes filled with pride and anticipation: "See that? That's the Big Wild Goose Pagoda. Your master is leaning against it, waiting for us. Let's go!"
The wine boy and Zhao Ling'er nodded vigorously.
Zhao Ling'er clasped her hands obediently in front of her, her skirt swaying gently with her steps; while the wine boy, like a bird released from its cage, followed closely behind Lu Xueqi, his bright eyes taking in the bustling capital city.
Lu Xueqi turned her head slightly and caught a glimpse of the little guy beside her, his face flushed with excitement.
The boy pointed his right hand like a sword and slashed and thrust forcefully in mid-air, making a soft imitation of the clanging sound of weapons clashing.
Seeing his endearing yet passionate appearance, Lu Xueqi couldn't help but smile gently, her usually cool lips curving into a soft smile. A gentle ripple spread across her eyes, and her mood brightened.
She thought to herself with a sigh that this little guy possessed a rare five-element spiritual root and could have gone to other sects to learn magic.
Go to Fangcun Mountain to learn the mysterious thunder magic, or enter the underworld to learn the art of capturing ghosts, or even go to Huaguo Mountain to learn the supernatural powers to fight against heaven and earth, which one of them wouldn't lead to a bright future?
But he was captivated by her clean and crisp swordplay, which was as white as snow, and he clung to her master's clothes, begging and pleading until he finally got permission from Han Baibai to become an official in the Tang Dynasty.
However, looking at the pure longing in the child's eyes, Lu Xueqi did not feel that she was misleading the children.
She slightly raised her chin, waved her wide sleeves, and a faint light emanated from her body. Then, she took the wine boy in one arm and Zhao Ling'er in the other, activated the flying talisman, and transformed into a light white shadow, flying back to the Tang Dynasty government office.
Inside the sect's main hall, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood.
After a simple yet solemn apprenticeship ceremony, the young apprentice respectfully kowtowed to the empty ancestral tablet, officially becoming the second disciple of the Tang Dynasty government.
Just then, a crisp system notification sounded in my mind:
"Ding! Player [Wine Boy] has successfully joined the Tang Dynasty government, Human Race Luck +1!"