Chapter 65: The Petty Haozi, Zhao Wuji Can’t Escape
Chapter 65: The Petty Haozi, Zhao Wuji Can’t Escape
Xiao Wu felt a bit uncomfortable under his intense gaze, her fingers unconsciously tugging at the collar of her pajamas.
"A-Qing, why... why do you keep staring at me..."
She muttered softly, her voice soft and sweet.
"Ahem."
Lin Qingmo suddenly snapped back to reality and gave a slightly awkward cough.
He climbed out of bed and naturally walked over to take the towel Xiao Wu was using to dry her hair.
As he gently helped her dry her hair, he said with a smile.
"It’s nothing, I just think my Xiao Wu looks especially beautiful after a bath, smelling so sweet, like a little rabbit that makes people want to take a bite."
"A-Qing, you... you’re annoying!"
Xiao Wu’s face turned even redder.
Though she said it was annoying, her body was honest and didn’t move away, letting him help her dry her hair.
His warm fingertips occasionally brushed against her scalp, bringing a comfortable tingling sensation.
Once it was mostly dry, Lin Qingmo casually hung the towel on the back of a chair.
Then he walked to the bedside, lifted the quilt, and naturally patted the spot next to him.
"Come, lie down quickly, it’s getting a bit chilly tonight."
"Ugh... I-I know..."
The shy Xiao Wu obediently climbed onto the bed and burrowed into the covers.
Lin Qingmo also lay down, reaching out to gently pull her into his arms.
Surrounded by a warm and solid embrace, her nose filled with A-Qing’s clean and pleasant scent, Xiao Wu felt the excitement and fatigue of a whole day of jumping around surge up at once.
She contentedly snuggled into his arms, finding a more comfortable position.
"A-Qing, goodnight."
Her voice was already thick with sleepiness, slurred and soft.
"Goodnight."
Lin Qingmo lowered his head and gave her smooth forehead a gentle kiss.
The breathing of the girl in his arms soon became steady and long; she had clearly fallen asleep.
"She fell asleep so fast."
Letting out a chuckle, Lin Qingmo studied Xiao Wu’s peaceful sleeping face by the faint moonlight filtering through the window.
Her long eyelashes were like two small fans, casting faint shadows under her eyelids.
The corners of her mouth were still slightly upturned, as if she were having a good dream.
A tender smile unconsciously appeared on his face.
But immediately after, a long sigh echoed in his heart.
Help... who could possibly sleep!
Holding a vivid, fragrant, and soft beautiful girl in his arms.
The faint scent on her body, a mix of fresh soap and a young girl’s fragrance, kept drifting into his nose.
His arm could clearly feel the soft curves of her body.
Through the thin pajamas, her warmth was clearly transmitted.
Lin Qingmo felt like the blood in his whole body was acting up, his heart beating like a drum.
If he could still fall asleep in seconds without any distracting thoughts, then he probably really was a Saint’s Reincarnation.
He lay there stiffly, not daring to move for fear of waking Xiao Wu.
His mind began to wander to distract himself.
Trying to use random thoughts to dispel those untimely romantic notions... The night grew deeper.
Shrek Academy had completely fallen into a deep sleep, so quiet that one could hear the faint chirping of insects in the distance and the constant rustling of wind through the leaves.
This tranquility was like a layer of fragile thin ice.
"Boom!"
An indescribable, terrifyingly extreme pressure erupted suddenly from deep within the forest behind the academy without warning!
Like a ten-thousand-ton boulder smashing into a calm lake, it instantly shattered all the peace in the woods.
It wasn’t a sound, yet it was more heart-stopping than any loud noise.
It was a shudder and fear originating from the Soul level, pressing heavily on the heart of every living creature in the forest.
Even the crickets fell silent in an instant.
Within the forest.
Zhao Wuji and Flender were currently kneeling on the ground in a pathetic state.
Yes, kneeling.
It wasn’t that they wanted to kneel, but as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on their shoulders.
A domineering and peerless power forcibly suppressed their Spirit Saint level cultivation, making them unable to straighten their backs!
Their faces were as pale as paper, their foreheads and backs covered in cold sweat, and their clothes were long since soaked through, clinging tightly to their skin.
"Thump, thump, thump!"
Their hearts hammered wildly in their chests.
Every breath became incredibly difficult, as if someone were clutching their throats.
All because of the black-robed figure standing with his back to them ahead.
That person just stood there casually, with no spirit rings appearing around him, not even deliberately emitting any Aura.
But that natural sense of presence, as if integrated with the surrounding space, was enough to make one despair.
Flender exerted all his strength, lifting his head with extreme difficulty, his teeth chattering.
"Clear... Clear Sky Excellency?"
His voice was dry and hoarse, filled with incomprehensible horror.
How could this Clear Sky Douluo, who had been missing for who knows how many years, suddenly appear at their tiny Shrek Academy?
And it looked like he was specifically here for Old Zhao.
When did this thick-headed Old Zhao provoke such heavenly trouble?
Flender’s mind was a mess.
He turned his eyes with difficulty to look at Zhao Wuji, who was also kneeling beside him.
He squeezed out a faint voice from between his teeth.
"Old Zhao... what on earth did you do? How did you provoke Clear Sky Excellency?"
"..."
Zhao Wuji was even more bewildered than him.
Every muscle on his face was trembling from the effort of resisting the pressure.
"I... I didn’t, Dean!"
His voice was bitter, he was so wronged he almost cried.
He was just a small Spirit Saint; even if he were given a hundred times the courage, he wouldn’t dare provoke a Titled Douluo.
Besides, he stayed at the academy all day, and the academy was in such a remote place, where could he possibly see a Titled Douluo?
"Today, besides testing those few new students according to the rules, I didn’t go anywhere or provoke anyone! How would I know..."
He couldn’t finish his words.
Because the black-robed figure ahead slowly turned around.
It was a face weathered by the elements yet still sharply contoured, with eyes as deep as a bottomless cold pool currently staring at them coldly.
As his gaze swept over, the temperature of the air dropped by several degrees.
"Little San, is my son."
Tang Hao spoke, his voice hoarse like a winter wind, making their bones feel cold.
"Little San? Tang San?!"
Flender and Zhao Wuji reacted almost instantly.
Both saw unbelievable shock in each other’s eyes.
That gloomy and reckless youth Tang San, whose Spirit was Blue Silver Grass... was actually the son of the Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao?!"
This information was like a thunderbolt striking their heads.
In an instant, all the confusion was resolved.
Why the Clear Sky Douluo would suddenly descend, and why he would show such obvious hostility toward Zhao Wuji.
The reason couldn’t be simpler—Zhao Wuji had beaten up his son during the test today!
Although it was only an entrance test.
Although Zhao Wuji hadn’t been serious.
Even injuring Tang San was because he had charged in recklessly himself.
But in the eyes of a father, especially a father who was a Titled Douluo with heaven-defying strength and extreme protectiveness, the nature of the matter was completely different.
(End of Chapter)
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