Who doesn't love to hear sweet words?

Of course.

Or maybe it's to avoid competing with kids.

Even though there weren't many people, their fighting power was strong.

The dishes ordered were almost completely wiped out.

And when it came time to pay, Boss Jiang spent over 600 bucks.

"How much?"

The Martial Saint asked while picking his teeth.

"Six hundred."

Boss Jiang spoke truthfully.

"Damn."

The Martial Saint expressed his outrage at the prices in East Sea with just one word, then said, "This one's on me."

So generous.

But.

Where's the money?

"You still have money?"

Jiang Chen was surprised. Didn't this kid say he had to call his sister because he was flat broke?

"Nope."

The Martial Saint spat out a toothpick.

"Then how are you treating?"

Jiang Chen was puzzled.

"I'll owe it first. I'll definitely pay you back later, don't worry. I, the Martial Saint, never owe anyone a penny!"

Jiang Chen found it funny and didn't press further about when this "later" would be, nodding, "Alright, thanks then."

He knew how to conduct himself.

The Martial Saint found him a bit more agreeable.

The three of them got in the car.

Enjoying the back seat alone, the uniquely named Martial Saint yawned.

The kid brother was tired.

"If you're tired, you can take a nap. I'll wake you when we arrive."

Jiang Chen was driving.

"Hey Jiang, are you also doing some shady business?"

The Martial Saint didn't sleep but sat up, leaning over the front seat, squeezing toward the dashboard.

Jiang Chen didn't speak, focused on driving.

"C'mon, tell me, I asked my sister what she does, and she never tells me."

"But you know your sister is amazing, right?"

The Martial Saint chuckled, "Of course, if not for my sister, Wu Guangjiang wouldn't be so prestigious in the village."

"Sigh."

He suddenly sighed, slumping back into the back seat. Jiang Chen was surprised, who knew this kid would say, "My sister must be really tired."

Jiang Chen wanted to laugh but couldn't.

This kid might be rebellious, but at least his intentions are not bad, knowing to care for others, how can that be misplaced?

"If your sister heard you say that, she'd think all the hard work was worth it."

"Hehe."

The Martial Saint lazily said, "My sister wouldn't care. I've never seen a woman as strong as her."

"That's because you haven't seen enough people."

Jiang Chen had another thought, that even the strongest woman has her vulnerable side.

"Is he asleep?"

Because he noticed, there was a faint sound of snoring from the back.

"Yeah."

Tanki Liuli in the passenger seat nodded.

One moment he was chatting, the next, asleep?

Jiang Chen found it amusing, driving through the bustling night scene of East Sea, "Kids are the best. No matter what's happening, they can always sleep worry-free when it's time to sleep."

The Taoist nun sister was a good listener but not a good conversationalist.

Jiang Chen fell silent.

More than forty minutes later.

The car drove into Spring and Autumn Plaza.

"We're here."

Jiang Chen stopped the car and turned around, "Wake up."

The Martial Saint was sprawled out in the back seat, motionless, deep asleep.

Figures.

At the barbecue shop, he even downed a bottle of beer.

"Can you muster some strength to get him upstairs?"

Jiang Chen looked at Tanki Liuli.

The Taoist nun sister replied quickly and decisively, "You do it."

She then opened the door and got out.

Jiang Chen had no choice but to get out of the car too.

Luckily, he was fit; otherwise, some people really couldn't carry a middle schooler. Just as he opened the backseat door and was about to lend a hand, the Martial Saint rubbed his eyes and, perfectly timed, woke up.

Just in time.

But that was good.

Spared Boss Jiang some effort.

"We're here, get down."

The Martial Saint yawned, jumped out of the car, and nodded as he surveyed the mansion in front of him.

"I knew I wasn't wrong. You really are damn rich. We hardly see such big houses in the countryside, must be worth a few million, right?"

Still limited thinking.

Jiang Chen didn't explain, "Let's go in."

Everyone went inside.

It was already past eleven at night, Li Shuru must have gone to bed by now.

"Wow, this is truly luxurious."

Martial Saint looked around, constantly expressing his admiration.

No matter how impressive his sister was, he still hadn't stepped out of that small world of his, and his worldview hadn't expanded. Suddenly entering a top-tier luxury house inside the country was sure to be a shock.

Maybe this was why Lan Peizhi hadn't hurried to send him back.

You only learn so much from books in the end.

Even though strong information technology lets you see many things online, nothing compares to the reality of being there in person.

Reading ten thousand books doesn't compare to traveling ten thousand miles.

Vision and perspective can't be gained by just burying your head in books.

Although everything seemed fresh, Jiang Chen found this kid had a good trait.

He only looked, never touched things recklessly, and in this aspect, he was better than many kids, especially those rowdy children who lacked any sense of boundaries.

Of course.

This kid was probably in the eighth grade, so he wasn't exactly young.

"That's the kitchen over there, another one there, one is Chinese-style and one is Western-style."

Jiang Chen didn't rush, leading him around the first floor, "This here is the maid's room."

"You hired a maid? Is she young? Pretty?"

"I didn't hire one. The maid's room is a basic feature of this house. If you want, you could sleep here."

"Damn, when you came to my house, we treated you well with good food and drinks, and now you want me to sleep in the maid's room, doesn't your conscience hurt?"

"If you don't want to sleep here, then follow me."

Jiang Chen led him upstairs, along with Tanki Liuli, and naturally arranged Martial Saint in the room opposite the Taoist nun sister.

"You'll sleep in this room, your sister Duanmu stays opposite you, if there's anything, you can go find her."

Clearly, arrangements were thoughtfully considered.

"What if I get scared sleeping at night..."

Jiang Chen said placidly, "If you're scared at night, you can turn on the TV. Of course, you might try other methods, but I can't guarantee the result."

Martial Saint couldn't help but glance at Tanki Liuli.

Up to now.

His sister's apprentice gave him a strong impression except for being incredibly beautiful; she was silent, to the point you might suspect her to be mute if not for the few rare times she spoke.

Could she not be easy to deal with?

Indeed.

His sister's personality, since they're fellow disciples, shouldn't be too different, right?

Thinking of this, Martial Saint's heart slightly tensed, continually glancing at Jiang Chen in hopes of clearer hints from him, but Jiang Chen turned a blind eye.

Actually, sometimes, you have to learn to bump against tougher situations.

Only when you know which walls won't be moved, can you truly grow.

"Alright then, let's rest. Good night."

After saying this, Jiang Chen turned around, paused momentarily.

"By the way, one more thing, don't wander around at night."

Though he said this to Martial Saint, who he was really hinting at, was unclear.

"What does it mean not to wander around at night?"

After he left, Martial Saint looked at Tanki Liuli, "Sis, there aren't ghosts here, right?"

He appeared hesitant, his eyes vividly full of anxiety.

"I'm very timid, been scared of ghosts since I was little, how about I crash in your room, sleep on the floor?"

One must admit.

Kids truly have no fear, full of determination.

"You could lock the door tight."

The young Taoist nun suggested as such.

Lock the door?

What's the point in locking the door?

Martial Saint quickly replied: "Ghosts can go through walls!"

"Sis, if we sleep together, we definitely won't be as scared. The room's so big here, sleeping on the floor is no problem."

Tanki Liuli looked at him, then nodded.

That's right.

She actually agreed.

Not because of Martial Saint himself; his charm certainly hadn't reached such earth-shattering levels, but because of the place this apprentice sister held in the little apprentice's heart.

Martial Saint didn't expect to succeed, pausing in astonishment for a couple of seconds, then eagerly rushing into the room not belonging to him from Tanki Liuli's side.

While secretly delighted, the item placed in the room caught his attention.

"Sis, what's that?"

"A knife."

Tanki Liuli entered, closing the door behind.

"A knife?"

"Mm, a Tang knife."

Really?

A model, maybe?

Martial Saint couldn't resist going over, picking up the so-called Tang knife placed on the stand.

And then.

"Shing!"

That sound.

The texture.

Such a chill and gleam, along with a faint murderous aura, a mysterious stimulating odor...

Drawing the blade left Martial Saint astonished.

It seems inevitable,

This knife should be real.

And it seems like it's sharpened...

"Is this knife yours?"

Tanki Liuli nodded, "Put it down, be careful not to get hurt."

"..."

Martial Saint listened, swiftly sheathing the blade with a "shing," returning it to its place, then hurried out.

"Sorry for the disturbance."

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