"I..." Han Xuewei hung her head, her face now also red as if bleeding.

Indeed, Han Xuewei's father had just passed away, but at this moment, the overwhelming emotion of grief could hardly arise. Instead, because of Ye Xiao's words, her mind was in turmoil, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

Before Han Xuewei could finish speaking, Ye Xiao suddenly pressed a gentle kiss onto her barely rouged lips, leaving Han Xuewei stunned.

At this moment, Ye Xiao was inwardly cursing himself, thinking he was an absolute scoundrel. Someone's father had just died, and now here he was, kissing the daughter. But at this time, as he looked at Han Xuewei's face, blooming like a peach flower, his urge to kiss her was simply irresistible.

Han Xuewei was stunned, but, surprisingly, she didn't struggle. Instead, she just opened her eyes wide and looked at Ye Xiao.

Ye Xiao's mouth didn't immediately leave hers; instead, he looked into Han Xuewei's eyes. Not long after, Han Xuewei's surprise faded, but she still didn't push Ye Xiao away.

Han Xuewei's heart was truly conflicted at that moment.

Actually, before her father was killed, Han Xuewei had always felt quite upset, her heart mired in the gloom of a failed romance. It was for this reason that one day, when Ye Xiao came over for tutoring, she drank some alcohol and, inadvertently, lost her virginity to Ye Xiao.

Han Xuewei was a rather traditional girl, believing that one should marry the man to whom she had given herself. However, Han Xuewei had never really liked Ye Xiao, and so, she always showed her distaste towards him.

But now, with her father gone, and Zhang Liujuan as her stepmother – a woman who could never become Han Xuewei's close kin – moreover, with a likely war looming over the inheritance of Jianjun Real Estate, Han Xuewei no longer had any close kin in this world. Except Ye Xiao, the only man she had ever been with, was undoubtedly the most likely person to become the closest person to her.

About five minutes later, suddenly, Ye Xiao felt a sharp pain on his lips and hastily ended the kiss.

Looking up at Han Xuewei, he saw the complexity in her expression and a trace of blood on her lips.

When Ye Xiao saw the blood on Han Xuewei's mouth, he subconsciously touched his own, and indeed, his lips were bitten.

"If you dare to take liberties with me again, I'll bite you," Han Xuewei said with intended ferocity.

But at this moment, to Ye Xiao, Han Xuewei didn't look the least bit fierce; instead, she was more endearingly aloof. His heart melted that very instance, and he vowed silently that he would protect her well, not just out of the guilt he felt, but more so because it felt right.

It was as if the heavens had brought Ye Xiao into this world just to become one of Han Xuewei's guardians.

Ye Xiao smiled softly and gently grasped Han Xuewei's tender, boneless hands, speaking with affection, "You are an angel fallen to earth, and I am a demon who would not hesitate to wreak havoc for you."

Angel and demon?

Han Xuewei was even more stunned. She knew Ye Xiao was speaking hyperbolically, yet her heart couldn't help feeling warmed by his words, to the point where she almost wanted to accept him right then. However, being quite rational, she managed to suppress this impulsive thought.

"Have you forgotten that my father just passed away today? What you are doing is a desecration to my father," Han Xuewei said softly, biting her lip, not accepting but also not rejecting.

When Ye Xiao heard Han Xuewei's words, he also felt that he might have been a bit presumptuous, but how clever was Ye Xiao? He naturally had his own designs.

So, Ye Xiao did something that even Han Xuewei found astonishing.

The playful look on Ye Xiao's face disappeared in an instant; he walked to the window and knelt directly by the windowsill.

Ye Xiao knelt down? After seeing that, Han Xuewei was so surprised she didn't know what to say. What mattered most was that Han Xuewei had no idea what Ye Xiao was trying to do. However, while Han Xuewei was still in shock, Ye Xiao spoke.

Ye Xiao looked out the window, at the bright moon amid the dark night sky.

"Uncle Han, I failed to save your life from that bastard Huang Zongyuan, and I feel deeply guilty. Your departure has left Weiwei an orphan with a fate as tragic as mine, and I feel that's my fault. Uncle Han, I don't expect your forgiveness; I only hope you will give me a chance, a chance for redemption. I vow to use my limited time to ensure Weiwei's years to come are safe and glorious. Uncle Han, if you agree, allow one of these three assassins above us to fall. If you truly concur, let both assassins drop," Ye Xiao solemnly proclaimed to the sky.

Upon hearing Ye Xiao's words, Han Xuewei felt like he was just spouting nonsense. Although his words were moving, she was an atheist and believed that once someone died, that was it - no soul remained, let alone any supernatural occurrences.

"I think you should stop daydreaming. Even if my father did agree, it's impossible for what you described to happen," Han Xuewei said, looking at Ye Xiao, who was formally kneeling on the ground.

Ye Xiao was serious, but in his heart, he was overjoyed. He really was too clever; thankfully, he had already reached Xuan Rank as a martial artist. Otherwise, without knowing how to project True Qi, he probably would not have been able to accomplish anything today.

Ye Xiao continued to kneel, but he turned his head to look at Han Xuewei with a very solemn expression, "I believe Uncle Han would definitely agree."

Han Xuewei looked at Ye Xiao's serious face and felt extremely puzzled; she simply couldn't understand where his confidence came from.

Han Xuewei didn't believe he could pull off any tricks right before her eyes.

Seeing Ye Xiao's seriousness, Han Xuewei immediately snorted and said, "Trying to play tricks, huh? I'll tell you, I don't believe it. Fine, since you're so confident, if there is indeed some supernatural event, then I will treat you like family from now on. If there isn't, then from here on out, we'll go our separate ways without any further involvement."

Actually, Han Xuewei wasn't really angry; Ye Xiao's earnestness simply made her feel that he was overly superstitious, which was something she, as an atheist, really disliked.

Han Xuewei thought that after her statement, Ye Xiao would surely be afraid to speak further. After all, this bet was almost impossible for Ye Xiao to win. Thus, even if Ye Xiao said he didn't want to bet anymore, Han Xuewei would think it was a predictable reaction.

But to Han Xuewei's surprise, Ye Xiao became even more serious and said, "Hmph, since you have so little faith in Uncle Han, fine then, we'll make a deal. I am very confident in Uncle Han."

Hearing Ye Xiao's words, Han Xuewei felt a momentary illusion; was Ye Xiao actually her father's illegitimate child? Why else would he be so sure?

Han Xuewei said, "But nothing has happened so far."

Ye Xiao immediately looked at the three stacked assassins and said to Han Xuewei, "It's not that simple, after all. If Uncle Han manifested just because I spoke, that would be too frightening. Let's just watch those three assassins, maybe in a minute or two, we'll see. Surely, you're not afraid we'll actually cause those three assassins to fall just by watching?"

Of course, Han Xuewei did not believe that merely watching the three assassins could cause them to fall, so she immediately told Ye Xiao, "Hmph, I really want to see how these three assassins are going to fall."

Han Xuewei then very seriously turned her attention to the three assassins. Yet, the assassins remained piled up with no signs of falling. Since Ye Xiao had said so, she could only keep watching. She was also very curious, after all, how could such a supernatural event occur?

At this moment, Ye Xiao was still kneeling towards the windowsill. However, Han Xuewei did not notice that one of Ye Xiao's hands, hidden beside his body, had begun to move slowly. If any martial artist were present, they would see a faint yellow Inner Power True Qi gathering above Ye Xiao's hand - evidently the Nine Yang True Qi cultivated through the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

At this time, Han Xuewei was very intently focused on the bodies of the three assassins, clearly oblivious to the slight movements Ye Xiao was making.

Even if Han Xuewei had seen what Ye Xiao was doing, she wouldn't have reacted because, as a layperson, she wouldn't recognize what Ye Xiao was up to.

Ye Xiao, now less than two meters from the assassins, continued to gather the Nine Yang True Qi inside his body. Before long, the light yellow color of the True Qi deepened, turning into a dark yellow.

It was at this moment that the Nine Yang True Qi Ye Xiao was controlling 'whoooshed' out from his hand, yet unlike in combat, it was not fast but floated towards the assassin at the top of the stack.

As the dark yellow Nine Yang True Qi moved under Ye Xiao's control, it passed by Han Xuewei, who felt a light breeze. Before Han Xuewei could react, that stream of Nine Yang True Qi reached the area above the topmost assassin.

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