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In the Rustic Mansion, a massive stone screen lay at the entrance.
Looking around, one could see ancient winged houses all around.
Clear water flowed in intricate patterns throughout the courtyard, with cobblestone paths flanked by lush trees and vibrant flowers.
However, within the largest ancient building, there were enormous modern floor-to-ceiling windows.
A middle-aged man sat by the window, admiring the falling petals and flowing water in the courtyard.
"Brother, how is your injury?" asked a man in black, referred to as Uncle Three by Tang Luor.
"It's no longer serious. I just can't cultivate for now; I'm afraid my strength will never improve again," Tang Zun sighed.
"Ah, our Tang Clan's position is precarious now."
"I've thought about that too. However, Yiyuan, you don't need to worry. I will soon choose a new clan leader."
Tang Yiyuan avoided the topic and said, "Brother, didn't you obtain a cultivation method from our ancestor? Why not let everyone practice it?"
"That method is from before the Seven Lives Showdown. If it were to be revived, its power could rival that of the Seven Lives Sect. However, this method can harm both others and oneself, so I have sealed it away. No one in the Tang family is allowed to practice it! And please don't bring this up again."
"Understood. Yiyuan supports your decision, brother."
"By the way, is Tang Luor still thinking about that boy?"
"Yes, that girl Tang Luor has already fallen for him."
"Hey... let her go, Tang Luor will have to experience this sooner or later."
The sigh of the head of the Tang family echoed in the room...
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"Wow! Ye Xiu, your place is so big and luxurious!" Tang Luor exclaimed.
She jumped onto the soft sofa, bouncing around.
"Back then, we didn't have such a comfortable place to stay. We were always out in the wind and rain," Tang Luor sighed.
Ye Xiu walked over and grabbed Tang Luor's shoulders, looking her in the eye. "You seem a bit strange today, Tang Luor. You're saying some really odd things."
" Ye Xiu, Tang Luor isn't being ridiculous. Everything she's saying is about the real experiences we've had together."
"..." Ye Xiu felt a wave of dizziness; it seemed Tang Luor hadn't fully recovered yet.
"Tang Luor, why don't you rest for a bit? No matter what happens, we understand," Ye Xiu said, gently placing a hand on her forehead.
Ye Xiu led Tang Luor to an empty room. "You can stay here."
Just as Ye Xiu was about to turn and leave, Tang Luor suddenly hugged him tightly.
"Don't leave me, please?" Tang Luor said sadly.
"Tang Luor, I... I'm just living next door," Ye Xiu pointed to the wall.
"No, Ye Xiu, we sleep together. We shouldn't be apart."
"Tang Luor... I... I..." Ye Xiu stammered, his face turning red.
"Does Ye Xiu hate Tang Luor? Is it that Ye Xiu no longer likes Tang Luor?" Tears welled up in Tang Luor's eyes.
"No, no, Tang Luor. It's just that I think we can't... we can't..." Ye Xiu's face was flushed as if he might explode.
"Tang Luor doesn't want to be alone anymore. Tang Luor has been in darkness for too long, feeling the bone-chilling cold. Tang Luor is scared, extremely scared." Tang Luor's expression was filled with sorrow, which stirred Ye Xiu's compassion.
Ye Xiu opened his arms, wanting to embrace Tang Luor.
But just as Tang Luor was about to dive into Ye Xiu's embrace, a fleeting shadow passed by.
Tang Luor instantly pulled back, legs bent forward, one hand behind his back as if ready to draw something at any moment, while the other hand shielded his chest.
The atmosphere shifted dramatically.
Ye Xiu stared at Tang Luor in shock; all he saw in Tang Luor's current gaze was murderous intent. That overwhelming aura of hostility felt as cold as falling into an ancient ice cave.
At this moment, Tang Luor was extremely dangerous.
What kind of experiences could lead to such a reaction speed, such a stance, and such terrifying murderous intent?
Is this still Tang Luor?
Tang Luor glanced around, and in the moment their eyes met Ye Xiu's, all momentum vanished, leaving only a smile for Ye Xiu.
However, to Ye Xiu, Tang Luor at that moment resembled a messenger from hell.
In those eyes that held no intent to kill, there was a dangerously calm smile...
"Crack..."
A crisp sound echoed.
The vase on the table behind Ye Xiu fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
Then, a ghostly figure appeared in the air.
It was Summer Mo.
At that moment, Summer Mo was completely stunned by Tang Luor's presence.
It was precisely because of this shock that Summer Mo had inadvertently revealed herself and broken the vase.
Next, a hand hidden behind Tang Luor flashed with silver light, shooting towards Summer Mo like an arrow released from a bow.
Ye Xiu clearly saw that the silver light was aimed at Summer Mo's acupoint—the Yang acupoint. This specific acupoint was unique to Demons, and such an attack method could only be found in Master Zuo's Seven Needles. Moreover, that Silver Needle resembled the first needle of Master Zuo's Seven Needles.
A surge of blue energy erupted around Ye Xiu as he instantly reached his maximum speed, grabbing a nearby television to shield Summer Mo.
"Ding~~~" The harsh sound echoed as the Silver Needle pierced the television screen.
"Stop! Tang Luor! She's not the enemy," Ye Xiu shouted.
Then, Ye Xiu took the Silver Needle from the television and put it away. He then comforted Summer Mo.
Summer Mo remained suspended in the air, motionless, clearly stunned by fear.
Ye Xiu lightly tapped Summer Mo's ethereal form with the Silver Needle a few times.
Black gas seeped into Summer Mo's body, and the surrounding temperature dropped slightly.
"I'm so scared! I'm so scared!" Summer Mo gasped, repeatedly patting her chest with her hands.
Tang Luor glared at the ghostly figure before her.
She never expected a spirit would come to provoke her and Ye Xiu.
To ease the tension, Ye Xiu hurriedly stepped forward to apologize.
"Tang Luor, it's all a misunderstanding. It's my fault for not telling you that Summer Mo was here."
"This is Summer Mo. She's the first ghost friend I've met," Ye Xiu introduced.
"Mo, this is Tang Luor. You can just call her Tang Luor."
"Tang Luor... Tang Luor sister..." After hearing Ye Xiu's introduction, Summer Mo spoke in a daze.
Called "sister" by Summer Mo, Tang Luor appeared somewhat dazed.
"Mo, Tang Luor isn't feeling well today. Can you stay here with her?" Ye Xiu said, handing Tang Luor over to Summer Mo with a sense of reassurance.
"Sure, no problem. Don't worry, with this goddess taking care of her, sister Tang Luor will be just fine." Summer Mo, recovering from her shock, returned to her usual self.
"Tang Luor, be good. Let Mo stay with you. I'm a bit tired and will go take a nap," Ye Xiu said as he turned to leave.
Tang Luor watched Ye Xiu's retreating figure, still looking quite helpless...
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