The yandere, arrogant man is online, a green tea bitch, whispering "my darling".

The pale-faced man, who was leading a small team to prepare for a night raid on Beiyuan, was still observing the opportunity. His body, which had been on the verge of life and death for many years, tensed up for a moment.

He sensed a hint of danger, but after looking around, he saw no danger approaching. Just as he was frowning in worry, a golden arrow shot into the sky and landed among them.

Upon seeing the incredibly familiar arrows before them, the group paused for a moment before fleeing in panic.

"Quickly, dodge! It's a witch's magic arrow!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao, who was a magical artifact, immediately became unhappy and cursed, "Go to hell with your magic arrow!"

Have you ever seen such a noble and radiant magic arrow?

Enraged, Ah Xiao started randomly bombing people, instantly turning several who couldn't escape into dust.

After blowing up the people, Ah Xiao ran away, leaving behind a mess.

The pale-faced man, who managed to dodge in time, gritted his teeth in anger, his expression gloomy and cold as he looked at the dead and wounded.

Damn it, they got attacked before they even got close. Sang Wang, I'm not done with you yet.

The pale-faced man stared menacingly in the direction of Beiyuan, convinced that it was Sang Wang who shot the arrow, further confirming Sang Wang's identity as a "witch".

Sang Wang, who was innocently blamed, was also attracted by the sound of the explosion outside. Looking out the window, he only saw a flash of fire.

He frowned slightly, as if deep in thought.

After finishing her business downstairs, Yu Jiusi leisurely put away her bow and arrows, turned to the frightened boy, and continued their previous conversation, "What were you about to say?"

Mu Qing turned her gaze away from the distance, swallowed hard, and said with a hint of determination in her cold and awkward tone, "I said I believe you can definitely help me find the person."

"Hmm." Yu Jiusi thought so too; she's really something.

Feeling a bit sleepy, she yawned and turned to go upstairs. "I'm going to sleep now. You should get some rest too. Kids shouldn't stay up late."

Mu Qing, now a teenager, glanced down at his younger sister, who was fast asleep. The child was already asleep.

Yu Jiusi returned to her bedroom; the study light was still on.

"Was that an explosion? Why doesn't it seem like there's any fire?" Shangguan Min, who was also drawn by the distant explosion, stood by the window and looked out.

Sang Wang and Shi Mo exchanged a glance but did not express their opinions.

"Are those two downstairs the children of Chief Mu?" Shi Mo asked Sang Wang, his tone firm despite the question.

Sang Wang had no intention of hiding anything from the two of them. After a moment of silence, he nodded casually, "Mm."

"What? What? What about Clan Chief Mu?" Shangguan Min, who was standing by the window, immediately came over, looking very curious.

"How did they get here?" The witchcraft clan rarely interacts with outsiders, let alone with an infant.

Shi Mo frowned, puzzled.

"There was a rebellion within the clan; they escaped." Sang Wang sat lazily in his chair, his eyes half-closed and his demeanor languid.

The letter he sent to investigate brought back contained a coded message left by the Mu clan chief, asking him to help Mu Qing, who had escaped.

Although the girl brought the person back by accident, he decided to keep her there.

The message could only be conveyed through coded language, which suggests that Chief Mu's current situation is not very optimistic.

"But aren't their internal issues off-limits to outsiders?" Shi Mo wondered. Although he didn't know much about the Gu People Village, he did know some of their rules.

They have lived in seclusion in the mountains for years, utterly despising and disdaining contact with the outside world. Now, they have entrusted their holy son to outsiders. Could it be...?

Seeing the change in Shi Mo's expression, Sang Wang glanced at him indifferently, tapping his fingers on the armrest again and again, his tone languid, "Hmm, someone is eyeing the Gu-people village."

And this person also has some connection to him.

Sang Wang's half-closed eyes were as black as ink. In his previous life, he had been severely injured by witchcraft. At that time, the village of Gu people had already been slaughtered, and the bloodline of witchcraft was completely gone.

In this situation, the only person still capable of using witchcraft is the murderer who slaughtered the village of witchcraft practitioners.

They covet the secret treasures and Gu techniques of the Gu-wielding village, and this cycle continues in this lifetime.

"Will it affect us?" Shi Mo asked with a grim expression. The art of witchcraft was not known to ordinary people, and if it were to spread rashly, it might cause social unrest.

Sang Wang lazily glanced at him, and Shi Mo instantly understood, his expression becoming even colder. "Do you need my help?"

"No need, someone has already gone." Sang Wang waved his hand in refusal, clearly indicating that he had already made arrangements.

"What are you talking about? I don't understand anything!" Shangguan Min scratched his head, as if watching a pantomime.

I clearly heard everything, yet it also felt like I heard nothing at all.

Sang Wang and Shi Mo looked at Shangguan Min with a strange hint of affection.

Shangguan Min: Ugly rejection! (メ｀[]´)/

Yu Jiusi, who had obediently gone to bed early, tossed and turned in the huge bed, unable to fall asleep even though her eyes were almost closed.

Hugging the blanket, she stared longingly at the empty space beside her, blinking her big eyes for a long time. Finally, she sat up, still clutching the blanket, and turned to look at the dark night outside the window.

It's very late, but Sang Baobao still hasn't come back.

Yu Jiusi frowned, rubbed her heavy eyelids, and slowly rolled over and got out of bed.

She slowly walked into the study, pushed open the door, and sure enough, saw the man still engrossed in his work.

The sound of the door opening made Sang Wang look up. He saw a sleepy-eyed little girl in her pajamas at the door, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Isn't my little one asleep yet?" she said, glancing at the clock on the table. It was already one in the morning.

Yu Jiusi didn't answer him. Instead, she walked towards him with her eyes half-closed and in a daze, her eyelids getting heavier with each step.

By the time he reached Sang Wang, his eyes were already closed.

With her eyes closed, Yu Jiusi groped her way into the other man's arms, straddled his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and rested her heavy, limp head on his shoulder.

She clung to him, her soft, fair face pressed against his shoulder, her head nestled close to his ear, murmuring sleepily, "Baby, it's time to sleep."

The little girl's sudden embrace startled Sang Wang for a moment, and his eyes shone with doting affection as he was overjoyed.

With a soft, warm body in his arms, Sang Wang held the delicate little girl in his arms, wrapped his arms around her waist, and gently patted her back to lull her to sleep. "Okay, go to sleep, be a good girl and go to sleep first."

The lazy, gentle voice seemed to have a magical power; Yu Jiusi, who couldn't fall asleep no matter what, nestled in Sang Wang's arms and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Her small, rosy lips were slightly pouting as she murmured something to herself, but she kept snuggling closer to him, burying her face in Sang Wang's neck.

The light breaths touched Sang Wang's pulse, causing a slight itch.

Sang Wang's eyes darkened slightly as he was unintentionally teased by the girl. His gaze fell on her alluring lips. After a moment of silence, he lowered his head and covered them with his own.

Under the cold moonlight, a believer with a loving heart was blaspheming and stealing incense.