There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

Unfortunately, it's unclear whether all the nutrients went into his muscles, but Wushuang Gui's intelligence doesn't seem to have increased much at all.

When they speak, they still utter words one by one, without forming sentences.

Although his speech was not fluent, the child was incredibly energetic! His excited shouts were truly like a booming bell soaring into the sky, and like thunder shaking the eight directions.

People standing nearby couldn't help but cover their ears, revealing expressions of unbearable discomfort.

That shout successfully alerted those around Jiang Mo to his approach to Yan Lingji, causing their expressions to subtly change. Now that no one dared to openly bully Jiang Mo anymore, they all unanimously adopted an attitude of ignoring him.

I won't bully you, nor will I have anything to do with you.

Pretending not to see it at all, isn't that another form of bullying?

Jiang Mo may be able to ignore it, but Yan Lingji needs to be careful. Otherwise, she might find an excuse to set fire to your house at night, which is a lawless act she is capable of.

So everyone bowed and greeted Yan Lingji's arrival.

Yan Lingji, without any pretense, took Jiang Mo's hand and headed straight for the open space next to Wushuang Gui. Wherever they went, it was as if Moses parted the Sea, and the crowd spontaneously parted to make way for them.

"Lord Yan."

Standing beside Wushuang Gui was a simple-minded man from Baiyue. He respectfully bowed to Yan Lingji, then greeted Jiang Mo with a smile.

"Amo, you've finally arrived! If you hadn't come soon, I was about to bring Wushuang to knock on your door."

This man was Wushuang Gui's father. Because Jiang Mo and Yan Lingji often played with Wushuang Gui, he was one of the few people in the village who were relatively friendly to Jiang Mo. Moreover, his friendliness was purely altruistic and without any ulterior motives.

"No, Uncle Yong, you have to go easy on me. My dilapidated bamboo gate can't withstand any damage."

Jiang Mo chuckled and joked back. Wushuang Gui's extraordinary physique wasn't something that appeared out of thin air; his father, Yong, was indeed very tall and robust. If he knocked on the door with a little more force, he might actually smash it down like a battering ram.

Jiang Mo had personally experienced this.

Without Jiang Mo needing to reveal anything, Wushuang Gui, upon hearing his joke, grinned foolishly, scratched the back of his head, and involuntarily confessed:

"The door, bang, fell down! I, snap, broke off a bamboo."

Judging from his proud tone, anyone who didn't know better would think he had done something good, but upon closer listening to the content of his words, it was so fragmented that it left people quite confused.

Only those familiar with him, like Jiang Mo, could understand what Wushuang Gui was trying to say.

He knocked on the door with a bang, but he didn't know his own strength and accidentally broke Jiang Mo's door. Then he cut bamboo to use as material to repair the door for Jiang Mo.

Such words, describing such a grotesque scene, are rare even among barbarians.

Upon hearing his son's words, Yong couldn't help but show worry on his face, and he shook his head and sighed, "Sigh, after all these years, he hasn't made any progress at all."

"I really don't know if he can pass the Hundred Poisons Trial."

"Uncle Yong, don't worry, Wushuang, he..."

Subconsciously, Jiang Mo wanted to say "fools are lucky," but after thinking about it, he felt it was better not to rub salt into the other person's wounds, so he changed his words to:

"Wushuang is exceptionally talented and will surely be extraordinary in the future."

"Don't worry, with my help in devising strategies, I've already helped them select suitable Gu worms as targets!"

Yan Lingji also jumped out, speaking confidently:

"Brother Wushuang, you are naturally strong and robust. Go find Gu insects like the Chiyou Hundred Battle Gu that can enhance your body's defense, so that you can have a defense like copper skin and iron bones. At that time, you will not need to learn other witchcraft techniques. Your brute strength will be your greatest weapon!"

Jiang Mo naturally had no idea what kind of Gu worms were in the Hundred Gu Cave.

Ke Yanlingji was clearly well aware of the situation. While other parents were helping their children with their plans, she, as the eldest sister, had already planned out goals for her two younger brothers.

As for Amo...

Deliberately drawing out her words, Yan Lingji chuckled and ruffled Jiang Mo's hair, teasingly saying:

"I didn't see any special talent in him, except that he was a very good cook."

"Why don't we go find that Blazing Flame Serpent, learn the art of fire control, and then learn to cook from me in the future!"

The mention of cooking and preparing dishes was just a joke.

What Yan Lingji actually intended was that the Blazing Serpent Gu would allow Jiang Mo to acquire abilities similar to hers, making it easier for her to teach this junior. This would prevent Jiang Mo from going astray in his witchcraft due to a lack of guidance…

"Going into fire" or something like that—it's a strange and unusual term used by people from the Central Plains; it's really hard to grasp.

Yan Lingji habitually glanced up at Jiang Mo, but before she could ask her question, she met his smiling gaze.

She paused for a moment, then turned her head away as if nothing had happened.

Pretending to be completely indifferent.

How adorable!

Jiang Mo, smiling as he looked at Yan Lingji, couldn't help but think that after two years of playful banter with her, he had become increasingly familiar with this little girl's personality, realizing that she was truly like a cat. Deep down, she felt that she was the master, taking for granted the services of her human servant.

Yet, she would always find herself caring for and looking after her younger brother without even realizing it.

Chapter 11 is nothing more than a mixed-blood bastard.

"Young Master Xiao, did you hear that?"

As Jiang Mo leisurely admired the adorable Yan Lingji and the catgirl, a group of people not far from them also heard the commotion. Especially upon hearing the words "Blazing Flame Serpent," someone immediately lowered their voice and quietly reminded the person in the center of their group.

"I heard you, but there's no need to worry about it."

The child named Xiao, who looked to be around ten years old, naturally enjoyed being surrounded by a group of teenagers.

They were clearly Baiyue people, yet they used the term "young master," which was more prevalent in the Central Plains countries.

He was quite pleased with the obvious flattery from "Young Master Xiao".

Looking up at the location of Jiang Mo and the others, Xiao's gaze lingered only on Yan Lingji, completely ignoring Jiang Mo, who was targeting the Blazing Serpent.

"He's just a little bastard with impure blood."

"Does he really think that by playing house with Yan for two years, he can defy fate and become someone important? Hmph, today I'll show him that a bastard is a bastard."

Beneath that blatant disdain lies a deep-seated jealousy.

Let alone as an inseparable playmate, even as a slave kneeling at Yan Lingji's feet, the children in the entire village would still fight tooth and nail for her.

But this is just wishful thinking on their part.

Whether it's a child's sensitivity or an innate talent, Yan Lingji seems to be able to sense others' ill intentions and always disdains anyone who tries to get close to her.

It's unclear what her specific criteria for choosing "brothers" are.

They selected only pitiful creatures who, in the eyes of others, were utterly useless.

Aside from the utterly naive and clueless Wushuang Gui, only Jiang Mo successfully built a close relationship with Yan Ling Ji, becoming her subordinate and clinging to her coattails.

Countless people have attempted to follow suit since then.

All they were met with were flames rising with her faint smile. Yan Lingji clearly preferred seeing them burnt and fleeing in a sorry state rather than playing with them.

No one knows how Jiang Mo got so close to Yan Lingji.

Is it just because that guy has a delicate and handsome face?

Hmph, that damn pretty boy!

As the son of the village chief, Xiao, mindful of his status, had no desire to become Yan Lingji's subordinate. Instead, he harbored a bolder ambition: to possess this naturally gifted girl.

Unfortunately, no matter how he tried to get in touch with her, Yan Lingji showed little interest in him.

At most, she didn't set fire to Xiao and burn him to a crisp like she did to others. She'd rather spend half a day idly squatting by the stream with Jiang Mo than bother with him.

This made the arrogant owl feel extremely frustrated.

"Well, that kid certainly couldn't pose any threat to Young Master Xiao. But since it was Lord Yan who helped him devise a plan, he must have also obtained quite a few clues about the Blazing Flame Serpent."

Seeing Xiao's expression, his underlings also showed disdain for Jiang Mo.

Even more intriguing was the cunning strategist, whose eyes darted around before a plan formed in his mind. He then presented his devised scheme to Xiao, eager to curry favor:

"If we can get information from him, it will save you some trouble, Young Master Xiao."

"I think this is a good idea! That kid likes to be a lackey, right? Young Master Xiao, just give him a chance and he'll be all kneeling down and obediently handing over his intelligence."

"That's right, that's right!"

The boys, young and old, surrounded Xiao and showered him with flattery, seemingly having successfully made Jiang Mo kneel on the ground and obediently offer up what they wanted.

The expression on his face was one of extreme smugness.

It also carried the exhilarating feeling of successfully taking revenge.

Xiao couldn't help but nod slightly, thinking the plan was quite ingenious. Although he believed his father's information was detailed enough, if they could exchange information with the priest, obtaining the Blazing Serpent would be even more certain.

He could also use Jiang Mo to try to get in touch with Yan Lingji again.

Even if Yan Lingji turns her back on him and kicks Jiang Mo, who has switched allegiance to her, aside like a stray dog, it doesn't matter.

At the very least, it successfully damaged the relationship between the two.

As for whether he can subdue Jiang Mo?

Ha, Xiao isn't worried at all.

In his eyes, what good things had Jiang Mo, that guy at the very bottom of the village, ever seen? He could easily take it by just showing a tiny bit of profit between his fingers.

However, Xiao and his group were not the only ones secretly pondering over Jiang Mo.

Near the edge of the crowd, a child with wolf-shaped markings painted on his face was silently staring at Jiang Mo, who was chatting and laughing with Yan Lingji. His gaze was calm yet stubborn.

He raised his hand and touched his brow and temple.

The wound from two years ago has long since healed, leaving no obvious scars, but the emotional trauma is not so easy to heal.

This person was none other than the wolf that Jiang Mo had once subdued with three punches.

Since that day, Lang has consciously kept his distance from Jiang Mo, fearing that the other party, taking advantage of Yan Lingji's favoritism, might find an excuse to beat him up again.

While one can escape, one cannot eliminate the shadow of fear in one's heart.

Now Jiang Mo has become the wolf's inner demon. When he wakes up in the middle of the night, all he sees is Jiang Mo pinning him to the ground and indifferently throwing punch after punch.

But he lacked the confidence to let the wolf get its revenge.

They dared not risk angering Yan Lingji.

Let alone finding anyone to bully Jiang Mo with his numbers, if he really showed such intentions, his own father would probably whip the wolf like a top before the news even reached Yan Lingji's ears.