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Following Fu Ye's command, the group of black-armored puppets dissolved into shadows, dispersing throughout the room before merging seamlessly into the darkness surrounding each member of the Tianshui team.
'With nine puppets guarding each person, there shouldn't be any issues moving forward.'
Satisfied, Fu Ye sprawled across the bed, pondering his next steps.
In the coming days, he planned to take Zhu Zhuqing to the Star Dou Forest—though that was merely a pretext. His true objective was to retrieve the Eight Spider Lance and check in on Tang San and the others.
As the saying goes, "It's fine to have no ill intentions, but one must always guard against the malice of others."
If Tang San were given a manual on hidden weapons, he could wreak havoc across the Douluo Continent. Hand him the Eight Spider Lance, and he might even slay gods.
While Fu Ye's system inventory overflowed with such treasures (9999+ and counting), he had no intention of leaving such a weapon in Tang San's hands.
As for Tang Chuan, the reincarnated God King? Fu Ye hadn't spared him a thought since he'd become Dugu Bo's medicine slave.
After all, Dugu Bo was no saint. Given Tang Chuan's current predicament, escape was impossible—unless Tang Hao himself intervened.
Fu Ye had already laid out his plans for the next few days.
Xiao Wu would lead the Tianshui team in his absence. With her as a Super Douluo and over a hundred Ultimate Douluo puppets lurking in their shadows, their safety was all but guaranteed.
Just as he lay there, staring at the ceiling in contemplation, a nimble shadow flitted through the moonlight, slipping through his window like a phantom.
The night was serene, bathed in silver moonlight.
A girl with a flawless figure glided into the room like a dark elf, her cascading hair spilling over her shoulders. Her delicate features glowed under the moon's radiance, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest exuded an intoxicating allure.
She landed gracefully, her dark eyes shimmering with a mix of shyness and... something else.
'Tsk!'
Fu Ye jolted at the sudden intrusion—until he recognized Zhu Zhuyun. An inexplicable warmth stirred in his chest.
She approached him with light, elegant steps, her every movement fluid.
Fu Ye watched her calmly, though a flicker of desire burned beneath his composed facade. As his little servant drew near, he tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief.
Zhu Zhuyun bit her lip, her cheeks flushed. Unable to resist, Fu Ye reached out, caressing her face. She closed her eyes, savoring the warmth of his touch.
"I've reached level 49—a quasi-Soul King. What does my master plan to do with me today?"
When they first met, Zhu Zhuyun had been a level 38 Soul Elder. In just over a month, she'd broken through to Soul Ancestor, thanks to Fu Ye gifting her a god soul ring.
And after absorbing the beast's soul bone days prior, her soul power had skyrocketed like a comet—now peaking at level 49.
[Note: A 200,000-year-old Dark Demon Evil God Tiger's torso bone boosting a Soul Sect by nine levels? Perfectly reasonable. Frankly, the soul power gain feels a bit low.]
"Tsk. You can play all the tricks you want, but can that fragile little body of yours handle it?" Fu Ye teased, pinching her chin.
Lately, Zhu Zhuyun had been visiting him frequently, seeking warmth and comfort—like a lovestruck fool.
She didn't protest, simply basking in his presence, her ear pressed to his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.
But just as they lost themselves in the moment, Zhu Zhuyun's sharp instincts prickled.
Her head tilted slightly, the heat in her eyes cooling as a playful smirk curled her lips.
"Tsk. My master is quite the ladies' man. Let's see which sister has come calling."
With that, she claimed his lips in a fierce kiss before slipping away—ducking under the bed in a flash.
Silence reclaimed the room, as if nothing had happened.
Fu Ye already sensed the approaching presence. His mental power had revealed the answer moments ago.
Soon, a faint rustle came from the window.
A stunning girl with long dark-blue hair and sky-blue eyes slipped inside—none other than Xue Wu, Tianshui's resident queen of dirty jokes.
Her figure was ethereal in the moonlight, her beauty like a fairy stepping out of a painting.
Her gaze settled on Fu Ye, brimming with tenderness and shyness.
He wasn't surprised. After all, Xue Wu was already his.
She padded toward him, shedding her white leather boots before climbing onto the bed. Her sky-blue eyes sparkled as she took his hand, pressing his palm to her cheek.
"Brother Fu Ye, a quiet night is lonely without a girl's company. So... Xue Wu came to keep you warm."
Like a feisty kitten, she pounced.
Their breaths mingled as she leaned in, capturing his lips with surprising force.
Yoshihisa~
Under the bed, Zhu Zhuyun watched with amused curiosity. 'So even Xue Wu, the team's eldest sister, had fallen for Brother Fu Ye's charm.'
Xue Wu, oblivious, lost herself in the moment—until a faint sound at the door snapped her back to reality.
"Knock. Knock. Knock."
Panic flashed in her eyes.
"Brother Fu Ye, answer the door! I'll hide!"
She scrambled under the bed—only to freeze.
w(ﾟДﾟ)w'
Zhu Zhuyun was already there, staring back at her.
Xue Wu nearly screamed, but Zhu Zhuyun clamped a hand over her mouth.
"Shh~ Not a sound."
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