You're my wife, don't doubt it!

Their figures gradually disappeared at the end of the alley, leaving only the faint moonlight shining on the bluestone slabs.

"Yu Luying." As the two walked out of the alleyway, Xiao Yao called out to her softly.

“Mm,” Yu Luying said.

"I love you," Xiao Yao suddenly confessed.

"Mmm~!" This wasn't an affirmative answer, but rather a panicked cry.

The male white elf in Bloodline II makes a sound similar to this when he is critically hit by a monster.

Accompanying the shout was a violent tremor of the body.

"Okay, okay!" After three seconds, the panicked fawn finally replied.

Hey, that's fucking funny.

"And you?" Xiao Yao asked deliberately in the tone of a kindergarten child.

“Big Rabbit, tell me,” Yu Luying said, her eyes fixed on the end of the road, “will the world of shadows really invade the human world?”

"Hmm..." Xiao Yao pondered, remaining silent.

After saying goodbye to Father Yu and Liang Yanan, Xiao Yao has been deliberately avoiding the topic ever since.

It's as if as long as it's not mentioned, it can be as if nothing happened.

“I don’t know,” Xiao Yao shrugged. “How would I know? Anyway, I’ve told you everything Zhou Qi told me—I’ll go see your uncle again tomorrow morning to present it to him.”

The boy tried to hide his unease with the most relaxed tone he could muster.

“Yes, yes…” Yu Luying raised her head slightly, looking at the gloomy sky in the distance: “I just feel that the end of the world predicted in the Book of Revelation shouldn’t be in this form, right?”

Xiao Yao: "..."

“Anyway, I just feel like it’s a bit unreal,” Yu Luying said, “and a little scared.”

"How should I put it?" Xiao Yao released the girl's hand and put his arm around her slender waist again: "Don't you always say that everything is in God's hands?"

"Uh……"

"For me, all I need to do is my job well," Xiao Yao told Yu Luying. "I need to practice my skills every day, strengthen my fortress, be ready to be summoned by my superiors at any time, and do my duty. That's enough."

"As for other things, there are adults to hold up the sky if it falls down—there are priests and police officers to hold it up."

"Aren't the police still being kept in the dark by you? Why not rely on the big monk?" Yu Luying said with a smile.

“Yeah, the head monk hasn’t shown up for a while,” Xiao Yao said. “He’s really fierce.”

“But Xiao Yao,” Yu Luying thought for a moment and then said, “A soldier who doesn’t want to be a general isn’t a good soldier. My uncle told me in private that the responsibilities in the future will fall on your shoulders.”

"Are you sure he said 'you' and not 'you all'?" Xiao Yao asked curiously.

“I’m absolutely sure,” Yu Luying told Xiao Yao with certainty.

"Hiss—" Xiao Yao wondered to himself, why "me"?

"No matter what, don't be afraid," the boy comforted Yu Luying. "Even if the end of the world really comes, I will protect you with my life and shield you from the wind and rain—from bullets and shells."

“Instead of that,” Yu Luying said, “why not stop the apocalypse for my sake?”

"Okay, I'll definitely try my best." Xiao Yao nodded and said in as firm a tone as possible, "By the way, when I first saw your uncle hanging out with that big monk, exchanging glances, I was quite surprised—"

"What do you mean by 'mixing together' and 'exchanging glances'?" Yu Luying said reproachfully, "Why do you use such offensive language?"

"Yeah, that's the gist of it," Xiao Yao said.

"Besides, what's the big deal that my uncle knows a monk?"

"How should I put it?" Xiao Yao carefully chose his words: "Well, in my mind, your uncle should be the kind of person who's a 'heretic, purify them!'..."

When reciting "Heretics, purify them," Xiao Yao even stopped and struck a pose that exuded a strong sense of adolescent angst.

“Purify my ass! It’s the 21st century,” Yu Luying rolled her eyes. “The threat of Shadow is imminent and spreads all over the world. Haven’t you heard of ‘uniting all forces that can be united’?”

"That sounds familiar, who said that again..." Xiao Yao stroked his chin: "Hey, I've actually been wanting to ask you this for a while, what are your thoughts on other religions?"

"Is it the church's opinion, or my opinion?" Yu Luying didn't seem very interested in this topic.

"What's your opinion?" Xiao Yao asked.

“My opinion, my opinion is—” Yu Luying drawled out her words: “I have no opinion.”

No opinion?

"People can believe what they want, we can believe what we want. Just mind your own business. Why should I have any opinions about others?" Yu Luying said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"But didn't your uncle say in catechism..."

--split line--

After Xiao Yu and the other person left, Liang Yanan asked Yu Bo, "Your niece and her classmate, their relationship is more than just that of classmates, right?"

"What else could we be but classmates? You've had too much to drink." Yu Bo, looking somewhat drunk, pointed with one finger.

Liang Yanan asked with a laugh, "As the uncle, aren't you going to do anything about it? Are you just going to pretend you don't know anything?"

Yu Bo initially wanted to casually say, "My sister doesn't care, so why should I?" But then he thought about it again and realized that something was indeed not quite right.

As long as the children's relationship doesn't cross any lines or the boy clearly has ulterior motives, Yu Bo has no reason to interfere.

Yu Bo was, of course, aware of the complicated entanglement between his niece and Xiao Yao.

But since Xiao Yao is already with that girl surnamed Shen, he shouldn't cross the line with his niece.

Yu Bo was unaware of the verbal agreement that Shen Jie had signed with Yu Luying in private. He assumed that the two were just normal friends and didn't think much of it.

Sometimes, there are things that we can ignore on ordinary days, but when an outsider brings them up, we can't help but start to have doubts.

And the older sister is the same. Ever since she learned about symbiosis, she suddenly went from being extremely vehemently opposed to being extremely indulgent, almost like she was "stealing" the groom.

It's been a while since I've had a private conversation with my sister; I need to ask her what she's thinking.

Should we also talk to Yingying?

Yu Bo couldn't help but feel angry at Liang Yanan for revealing this secret.

He slammed his wine glass on the table and said angrily, "I've always been very open-minded."

“Yes, you’ve always been very open-minded—you were just as open-minded when you were their age.” Liang Yanan picked up her glass with her left hand, touched it to Yu Bo’s glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

"What did you say?" Yu Bo seemed not to have heard clearly.

“I’m saying,” Liang Yanan paused halfway through her sentence, shook her head, and raised her voice slightly, “I’m saying—you’ve gone so far as to openly collude with local shady forces, do your superiors know about this?”

“What do you mean by ‘linking up’? It’s called ‘incorporation,’ ‘re-education,’ and ‘giving back to society,’” Yu Bo emphasized.

Liang Yanan refilled his glass with wine, her face saying: Go on, I'm listening.

Yu Bo seized the opportunity to start talking: "Two and a half years ago, I was transferred by higher-ups to this Sacred Heart Church. You probably don't know, but when I first took over this parish, there were only a dozen or so parishioners, mostly old men and women. The church had been in disrepair for years, and it was dilapidated everywhere... Do you know what they said to me?"

"What opening scene of 'Shajiabang'?" Liang Yanan chimed in, "Is the cake I drew for you made of cornmeal or chestnut flour?"

"Chestnut flour, and they can't even be bothered to draw me a pancake. People say, 'Little Yu, you should grow flowers, plant vegetables, and fish. Ah, picking chrysanthemums by the eastern fence and leisurely gazing at the southern mountains, isn't that wonderful?'" Yu Bo's face showed a hint of resentment.

“Yes, I did hit someone,” Yu Bo waved his hand and continued, “But I, Yu Bo, a dignified man… Why did I hit someone? Doesn’t the Pope know that Jin Luxian doesn’t know?”

“Even Lu Zhishen had to join Liangshan after defeating Zhen Guanxi, let alone you who’s already a monk. It’s not nice to hit someone with your bare hands.” Liang Yanan advised, “Your Bishop Jin didn’t suspend you, he just moved you to another place and kept your position. You should look on the bright side—after all, you got what you asked for, so where’s the unfairness?”

"Was the position just kept for nothing? We lost tens or hundreds of thousands of yuan." Yu Bo said sullenly.

"If it weren't for the fact that I, this old man, still have some influence in the parish, Jin would have dismissed me from my teaching position long ago. Alright, I know without you saying it, this isn't something that Old Jin can decide on his own, I'm just venting."

“But you said your church only has a dozen or so old men and women,” Liang Yanan said. “My colleagues from the Beihong branch told me that last Christmas when they went to your Sacred Heart Church to maintain order, the aisles were packed with people and they couldn’t even squeeze in.”

“That’s right,” Yu Bo said with great enthusiasm, “Two years, just two years. I’ve traveled all over the world and studied hard for ten years, just to come back and see a nearly bankrupt school, and then leisurely enjoy the scenery every day? How can a golden carp be confined to a pond?”

"You mean, you spent two years turning a nearly bankrupt store into such a thriving business?" Liang Yanan was also somewhat incredulous.

“Two years, two and a half years,” Yu Bo raised his right hand and made a “two” sign: “Xiao Liang, there are too many people watching the excitement at Christmas, so it doesn’t count. But guess how many people come to my church every Sunday?”

"More than a hundred? More than two hundred? More than three hundred?" Liang Yanan remembered that the Sacred Heart Church was a small building, and even when it was full, it only had a few hundred people.

"Wu Bai!" Yu Bo stretched out a large hand: "And let me tell you the truth, young people under 35 years old make up at least 6-70% of them!"

"Whoa!" Liang Yanan took a cigarette from Yu Bo's cigarette case, put it in her mouth, and Yu Bo picked up the lighter on the table, lit it for her, and then lit one for himself.

“No other church has a higher proportion of young people than ours,” Yu Bo said leisurely, exhaling a smoke ring, his eyes full of pride. “Moreover, I single-handedly reduced the juvenile crime rate in the entire surrounding area. Otherwise, why would the parish let me take charge of youth work in the entire Huxi area?”

"That's probably why 'they' have always turned a blind eye to you, right?" Liang Yanan chuckled, her admiration undisguised.

Yu Bo didn't ask her who "they" were, but she assumed they were her colleagues.

He looked at the inappropriate sunglasses on Liang Yanan's face, sighed and said, "No matter how bad things are for me, they all come and go. Your eyes... I'm sorry."

“Don’t be sorry,” Liang Yanan said, feigning surprise as she pulled out a pair of sunglasses with only one lens remaining. “These custom-made ultra-thin photochromic aviator glasses of mine only cost 1698. I’ll round it down for you, so you can just give me 1690.”

“I’m talking about eyes, not glasses…” Yu Bo suddenly hesitated a little.

Liang Yanan raised her right hand, casually placed her elbow on the table, stretched out her left hand, took off her right glove, revealing a red and black metal prosthetic hand.

She playfully flicked the iron hand, and the palm began to spin around her wrist, making a strange sound.

Yu Bo couldn't help himself and reached out to grasp the spinning hand, stopping this hellish performance.

Yu Bo slowly released the iron hand, while Liang Yanan put her gloves back on and said decisively, "Joining the army has been my ambition since I was a child. For me, it is a mark of honor."

"So, how did you get hurt? Can you tell me?"