Don't mess with that Miao boy, he's sickly and perverted.

The boy's exquisitely sculpted face suddenly darkened, a fierce aura emanating from his brows, and his eyes turned sinister as if a sudden storm was about to break.

A chilling aura silently spread from her body; even though she was standing amidst warm fragrance and soft words, it felt as if frost had settled on her back.

Those heterochromatic eyes already inspired a sense of fear, but now, with their eerie glow, they added an even more terrifying sense of oppression.

"roll."

The words uttered from his thin lips carried a murderous intent.

A flower seller who was standing nearby suddenly felt a strange fear and immediately took a half step back.

The girls immediately dispersed, no longer daring to approach him, and instead flocked to another gentle and amiable young man standing to the side.

Wu Li's face was gloomy. He pushed aside the shadows and walked straight over, pulling Chai Xiaomi into his arms.

"Are you a football? You just roll away with a push." ​​His voice was low, his teeth clenched. "What are those two hands for? They're always so eager to tug at my sleeves, but now they don't even know to hold on tight?"

"There are so many people here. If I get lost in the crowd, I won't have the time to look for you."

Chai Xiaomi looked up at him blankly.

His eyelashes drooped, casting shadows deep into his heterochromatic eyes.

There seemed to be emotions churning inside that she couldn't understand.

It sounded like both anger and panic.

"I'm not a child, I don't get lost so easily." She pouted and muttered softly, but still wrapped her arms around the boy's strong arms. "Look, I've locked you up, is that alright now?"

The raging fire that had been burning in the boy's eyes suddenly vanished, replaced by a look of panic and helplessness.

Wu Li glanced hastily at the arm that she was holding tightly, and vaguely felt a soft touch beneath the fabric.

He twitched his fingertips, wanting to pull his hand back, but he was afraid she would really run away.

He could only stand there stiffly, letting her hold him.

Unbeknownst to anyone, his arm hidden in his sleeve had become as stiff as iron.

That faint, almost imperceptible touch was enough to elicit his suppressed, rapid breathing.

At this moment, all he wanted was to get away from this noisy and bustling crowd as quickly as possible.

No one shared the firepower.

Jiang Zhiyu was left alone, surrounded by beautiful women, crying for help.

"Yaoyao—Yaoyao—Help me!"

Song Yueyao, holding the crescent blade in her arms, leaned against a pillar and casually rolled her eyes.

If Wu Li hadn't stepped out of the crowd, she might have gone up to save him.

Wu Li was able to get out of it, but he couldn't.

Whose fault is this?

She could tell he was clearly enjoying himself!

"Song girl—Song girl—save this old man!"

At that moment, Ji Fangshi's cries for help also came from the crowd.

It could have easily slipped out from the shadows using its size advantage, but this unfilial disciple, fearing being left alone, held it tightly in his arms.

It struggled to get out, and in the chaos, it was even plucked a few times by some clueless person, almost stripping its fur bald.

More importantly, it possesses a precious whisk.

If you push any further, it will break in half.

The cat's heart is bleeding.

A thought flashed through Ji Fangshi's mind, and he quickly switched to another person to cry for help: "Xiaomi—Xiaomi—save this old man!"

For the sake of that drop of dew, Chai Xiaomi couldn't just stand by and watch her die.

She glanced around the hall and her gaze immediately locked onto a plump woman in the corner, dressed in bright clothes. Her cheeks were covered with thick rouge, and a striking mole hung above her lips.

Good standard NPC.

This person is most likely a madam, right?

Upon hearing her question in her mind, You Tiao quickly scanned and confirmed: "Host guessed correctly, this is indeed Madam Liu, the madam of Huan Yin Pavilion."

Chai Xiaomi immediately grabbed Wu Li's arm and pulled him straight toward the woman.

It was quite a struggle for her to pull herself along even a few steps.

She glanced at Wu Li for no apparent reason. Why did he seem so hard, like a rock?

Having finally reached Madam Liu, she deliberately shook the purse in her hand. The purse was slightly open, and the gold given to her by Song Yueyao inside glittered through the gap in the purse.

"My brother only has a fat cat on him, no money. He keeps all the real gold and silver here. When you open a business, does the proprietress not know who can spend money?"

Of course, the one who can give money is the real boss.

Liu's mother turned her head to look at the girl; she had been secretly observing her ever since she entered the room.

Having worked in this line of work for a long time, I have a keen eye. I can spot outstanding talents in a crowd with ease. The person in front of me, though plain-faced, is like a lotus flower emerging from clear water, full of spirit.

If she dressed up carefully, who knows how much she could bewitch men.

She's qualified to be the most beautiful courtesan.

She remembered that these people had come in together, and now she saw the little girl shaking her money bag while saying:

"If these people keep bothering my brother, your establishment won't earn a single penny of this money today."

However, Chai Xiaomi didn't notice that after she tossed the purse around her waist a few times, it wasn't hanging securely and was dangling precariously.

Careless and sloppy! Just so-so!

The boy next to him cursed under his breath and caught the falling money bag steadily.

Upon hearing this, Madam Liu quickly put on a smile, slightly apologetic: "Please don't be angry, young lady. It's all my fault for not disciplining them properly, allowing these tactless people to offend our distinguished guests."

She immediately turned to that side, raising her voice with a hint of authority, "Have you all lost your minds? Have you forgotten all the rules we taught you? Go do what you're supposed to do! I will personally attend to these distinguished guests."

As the crowd dispersed, a bright red lipstick mark was clearly visible on Jiang Zhiyu's pale white robe. Even more astonishingly, the white cat in Ji Fangshi's arms also had a lipstick mark on its fluffy fur.

No wonder they were screaming for help inside.

Among that group of flower girls, there was clearly a cat lover mixed in.

"What kind of mountain spirits and monsters haven't I encountered in my life? Yet I've been defeated by a bunch of wild bees and butterflies!" The white cat carefully protected its whisk in its bosom, feeling ashamed and resentful.

"Shh—keep your voice down, Lao Ji, or people will mistake you for a monster again."

Chai Xiaomi made a shushing gesture to it.

Ji Bai was already used to her disrespectful way of addressing him, and now that he was grateful for her help in getting him out of a tight spot, he could only puff out his cheeks, blow on his beard, and turn his head away sullenly.

Song Yueyao's complexion, however, was not much better.

Her gaze quickly swept over the red lipstick mark on Jiang Zhiyu's body. She snorted coldly, snapped the pair of sugar figurines holding hands in half with a "snap," threw the half in the shape of the man into Jiang Zhiyu's arms, and turned to leave.

"Yaoyao, Yaoyao!"

Jiang Zhiyu hurriedly chased after him.

At times like this, he would rather she turn around and give him a sharp rap on the head, and yell at him a few times, than leave without saying a word and with a cold face.

*

The Huanyin Pavilion is a grand building with a unique and ingenious design.

The entire building has an open-air, hollowed-out center, with flowing water flowing underneath to create an exquisite waterside courtyard. It is surrounded by pavilions on all four sides, with suspended sky bridges connecting the different levels, creating a winding and overlapping structure. No wonder there are so many guest rooms.

Different rooms correspond to different views, and are divided into three levels: heaven, earth, and man.

The cheaper rooms were already fully booked, and only the top-tier rooms were still available.

Located on the top floor of the entire building, it also boasts the best view.

As the group followed Mother Liu across the sky-connecting covered bridge and were about to head towards another pavilion, Song Yueyao suddenly stopped in her tracks.