These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

"How could that be? I'm just worried you won't be able to handle it."

Su Mi raised his head, "Looking down on the Dragon Slayer Realm?"

"What are you saying? I fed you really well today."

"Let's see what you're up to, second on the Dragon Slayer List."

Wei Tu couldn't stand this insult.

He lifted the girl up from the table by the waist. Su Mi gasped in surprise, but before she could react, Wei Tu put her down and then flipped her over onto the table.

"Waaah...!"

The sudden burst of enthusiasm made Su Mi grip the edge of the table tightly.

The storm arrived quickly, and the brief moment of gentleness vanished like smoke.

It seems that only at this moment can we appreciate the explosive power of this young man beyond his gentleness.

Su Mi suddenly regretted provoking the boy.

She was like a small boat adrift in a storm, unsure of where it was headed.

He was simply being pushed forward by the wind and waves, going wherever he wanted to go.

When the storm subsided once again, Su Mi felt a dryness in her mouth.

She looked with difficulty at the boy who had lifted one of her legs and hoisted it onto his shoulder.

"Do...do you want more?"

Wei Tu smiled at the girl, "You were the one who said it just now, how can a man not even satisfy his wife? Do you think the second place on the Dragon Slayer Ranking is just an empty title?"

"I...I was wrong."

"Hmm, that's very sincere, but to whom are you apologizing?"

The young men were on the verge of exchanging blows, with the possibility of a gun going off in the blink of an eye.

Su Mi said with a mixture of anticipation and fear, "Husband... I was wrong."

The boy gently rubbed her snow-white buttocks, then smiled as he looked into her gentle eyes.

"Admitting mistakes is fine, but punishment is necessary. Today, I'm determined to uphold the husband's authority!"

"Waaaaah..."

After an unknown amount of time, Wei Tu finally placed the seemingly fast asleep girl on the bed and tucked her into the blankets.

He looked down at the girl's beautiful sleeping face and asked softly.

"Honey, I'm going to take a shower. Do you want to?"

"..."

There was no response; only the sound of his deep sleep and breathing answered him.

It seemed particularly heavy.

Wei Tu felt relieved.

I sighed. It wasn't too late yet, since we'd started working early.

So he quickly wiped himself down, put on his clothes, and tiptoed out the door.

Standing at the doorway, he glanced back and then took a deep breath.

"Luckily, I'm got the skills, otherwise I really wouldn't have been able to handle this delicate task." PS: More updates coming soon!

6 Two broken souls

Under the cover of night, the boy walked onto that secluded mountain path.

The reason for taking this route is simple: to avoid being seen by disciples who are still practicing in their rooms late at night.

That would be awkward; it's too late to say you were just out for a walk.

It can fly, but there's no need for it; as the saying goes.

What you enjoy is not necessarily the destination of the journey, but the feeling of anticipation for it along the way.

It's not necessarily about anticipation, but rather making a choice while feeling slightly nervous.

Ran Xinxue was undoubtedly a special woman, whose life was full of twists and turns, facing countless choices, all of which were wrong.

But it is because of these wrong choices that she has survived to this day.

Perhaps, as this woman said, there will always be someone who is right every time, and there will always be someone who makes the wrong choice every time.

The right person became a hero, someone admired by thousands.

Those who make the wrong choice become a scourge, a demon whom everyone should punish.

For example, she dyed the fresh snow.

It's just that some major mistakes were prevented before they could happen.

It's not that she's unwilling to admit her mistakes, but admitting them won't earn her any forgiveness, and not admitting them won't draw any more criticism, so it seems like a pointless thing to do.

The connection between him and her seemed to have become increasingly intertwined, like tangled threads and drifting willow catkins.

He could no longer detach himself from the situation, and he could no longer definitively say that this woman had absolutely no connection to him.

However, the relationship between the two is rather strange.

Rather than saying the two had no emotional foundation... no, the foundation of their relationship was love.

And the foundation of their relationship must be hatred.

Entangled by hatred, the two people become strange creatures when facing each other.

His hatred began with her, shattering his beautiful dream from his previous life. Although she wasn't the instigator, as someone who fueled the flames, Wei Tu had no reason to exonerate her.

Her hatred stemmed from the fact that she herself had hindered all of this, that she had not yet given herself complete freedom, and that she remained like a puppet bound by fate. Her grievances would not be understood, for she was also facing an irreconcilable enemy.

But that's how things started, and that's how they began their entanglement, their strange relationship.

Coexistence, yet different from parasitism.

Should I take this step with her?

Am I following my desires, or am I trying to give this relationship a definitive definition?

Wei Tu considered himself cautious, but he did dislike indecisiveness, so he still came to the door.

He reached out his hand, paused briefly in mid-air, and then…

"Dong dong dong."

Will she open the door?

There was a knock on the door.

The room was dimly lit, not even a sliver of moonlight could see in, yet a woman sat behind the table.

She looked up, her eyes fixed on the doorway.

If it wasn't a hallucination, then he had finally arrived.

It seems like I'm facing another choice. It's ridiculous that I've made so many choices in my life, yet it seems like they were all wrong.

So what will happen this time?

So what consequences will this have?

Happiness will never come; it will always be the pain that wounds you before your beautiful fantasies.

To smell the roses, you must first be pricked by the thorns.

It's time to make a choice, but still no one is giving me any hints.

It seems to have been like this from the beginning until now... It has always been forced, forced to make choices, unable to be content with the status quo, unable to give oneself any breathing space, and not even a single clue.

You will have to bear all the consequences yourself.

Anyway... since things have come to this, then... let's make the choice again, just once more.

She stood up.

The last knock on the door.

Wei Tu's arm fell.

"crunch..."

The door opened with a sound, revealing a beautiful face through the gradually opening crack in the door, where there was no flickering candlelight.

She changed into a white dress and appeared before him.

She looked at herself; her expression was no longer frosty, but it was definitely not fiery either.

She appeared unusually calm, as calm as an ordinary woman who had seen all the joys and sorrows of life.

Wei Tu stood outside the door, looking into her eyes.

"Have you made up your mind?"

Ran Xinxue opened her mouth, her red and tender lips slightly parted.

"Come in."

She didn't say much, but turned around and went into the room first.

The room was dimly lit, with only moonlight. When Wei Tu closed the door, the candlelight flickered.

Wei Tu thought for a moment and sat down on the chair opposite Ran Xinxue. The woman standing by the candlelight had a kind of otherworldly and independent beauty.

It was as if she were the only person in the empty world.

Undoubtedly, she would evoke pity, but Wei Tu felt more embarrassed than anything else.

Neither of them spoke, seemingly falling into silence, until Wei Tu finally spoke up.

"It took a little time."