Rong Zhi took a light breath, and Fu Yaoyao heard it and quickly got up, cupping her face anxiously, "Did I hurt you, Shijie?"
Rong Zhi shook her head and casually pointed in front of her.
Fu Yaoyao followed her line of sight, "..."
Her cute little face instantly became serious. She reached out and poked the bulging spot, not daring to use much force, but indeed touched something soft.
"Ah! Shijie is actually going through a second growth spurt. Wait, I’ll go make you some medicinal soup to nourish your body!"
Shouting so loud, it’s too much.
She bent over to reach for the phone at the bedside. The room was heated, and as she was wearing a thin nightgown, two buttons came undone in the process, causing it to slide down her arm, revealing her large area of porcelain-white, delicate skin to the air.
When she got the phone and looked up, she unexpectedly met a pair of mesmerizing eyes that shimmered like peach blossoms.
Those eyes were glistening with light and shadow, rippling in layers. Rong Zhi slightly tilted her head, puzzled.
But Fu Yaoyao grabbed her collar, pushed her onto the bed, and pulled the quilt over her tightly. Her eyes fierce like a lioness in a territorial rage, glaring sharply at the intruder, she scolded, "Who allowed you to come in?!"
Bai Su slightly squinted his eyes, raised an eyebrow, leaned casually on the door frame, and curled his thin lips into a lazy, wanton smile, "Your Shijie."
Fu Yaoyao stood protectively by Rong Zhi’s bedside. She removed the cartoon hair clip from her head, quickly assembled it into a sharp dagger, and flung it at Bai Su!
Bai Su sidestepped to avoid the dagger, reached back, and caught the wire attached to its end. With a flick of his fingers, the dagger split into two in his hand.
Fu Yaoyao’s pupils constricted, and she bit her lower lip hard, surging with a murderous intent.
Kill the one coveting Shijie.
Bai Su carefully examined the broken dagger in his hand. He flipped the blade and felt a slight unevenness.
The handle seemed to have a flower engraved on it, somewhat abstract, but upon closer inspection, it looked like a peach blossom.
He looked up again, his gaze darkening.
Fu Yaoyao somehow found a pistol and was pointing it at his head, her pigtails hanging loose, covering half of her soft, cute face.
Bai Su’s gaze fell on the hollow bell on her ankle, swaying with her movement, then instantly turned to the boy sitting up on the bed.
Tao Yao, one of the Twelve Gods under the Pavilion Master of Qianji Pavilion, known for her poison medicine expertise, ranked seventh on the wanted list, and an internationally acclaimed divine sniper.
Tao Yao had a quirk of engraving a peach blossom on things she owned, and all her bullets bore this mark. The Heaven Gate Network had publicly released this information, although it was later removed by someone.
The only person daring to override the Heaven Gate Network’s internal system to delete posts without facing consequences would be no one other than Tohth.
Bai Su felt a bit confused now.
So Fu Yaoyao is Tao Yao?
The pistol had been silenced, bringing Bai Su back to reality, and he tilted his head again to dodge.
He moved at a speed invisible to the naked eye and stood beside Rong Zhi’s bed, pursing his lips, intending to speak when Fu Yaoyao fired again with a determination not to stop until he was dead.
But Bai Su had no time to deal with her, raising his voice to call out to Jiang Gujun outside.
Seeing the fight about to break out on both sides.
Rong Zhi retrieved a lollipop from the drawer, unwrapped it, clapped her palm gently, and said in a warm voice, "Yao Yao, it’s time for you to rest."
On the brink of madness, Fu Yaoyao shuddered, her eyes lighting up as she quickly turned around to see the lollipop in the boy’s hand, sniffing with a twitch.
"Shijie~" She seemed to find her safe haven, running over with a grievance and relying on Rong Zhi like a child.
This change left Jiang Gujun dumbfounded.
No need to fight anymore?
Fu Yaoyao greedily sniffed the faint sandalwood scent from the boy.
Bai Su pressed his lips, the water-like color in his peach blossom eyes gradually cooled to ice.
Even if unsure about Fu Yaoyao’s identity, it didn’t stop him from finding her displeasing now.
Jiang Gujun rubbed his hands, "Mr. Su, what do we do?"
Bai Su pointed with his long, attractive fingers at Fu Yaoyao, who was clinging affectionately to the boy, his tone indifferent and casual, "Take her out."
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Bai Su glanced at him with emotionless eyes, yet it made Jiang Gujun feel enormous pressure.
He had no choice but to bite the bullet and proceed.
Jiang Gujun sighed inwardly.
Over there, Rong Zhi calmed Fu Yaoyao and turned her expressionless face to Bai Su, without explaining, simply pointing at the door.
Indicating to talk outside.
Bai Su restrained his smile, clicked his tongue ambiguously.
Feeling a bit annoyed.