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A golden figure sat suspended in the air above the sky.
The man rested his chin on his hand, his narrow eyes half-closed, and was scrutinizing him with great interest.
This was Mu Qinghan's first reaction.
The aura emanating from the other party was as vast as the deep sea, making him feel a sense of insignificance in the face of heaven and earth.
There was a world of difference between them, and there was almost no chance of winning.
But after a brief moment of terror, he immediately gathered all his magical power into the sword, his eyes seemingly burning with fierce fire.
The third young master watched the boy's actions below and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
He did not restrain his power; the immense pressure poured down like a tidal wave, causing the pebbles on the ground to rustle.
But Mu Qinghan, after failing to find a way out at first, did not show any fear, nor did he kneel down to beg for mercy. Instead, he quickly gathered his magic power into the sword, which hummed.
His fighting spirit not only did not dissipate, but instead became even more intense.
The third young master grinned.
He has a brain; he knows to find a way out before acting recklessly, and he's not a stubborn fool.
They also had courage, daring to fight even knowing they were no match, making them far better than those previous... failed experiments.
Mu Qinghan tightened his grip on the sword hilt slightly, his palms sweating, but he still stared intently at the figure in the sky, without flinching in the slightest.
The third young master rose slightly, looking at the boy before him with a smile in his eyes.
Mu Qinghan, I am very satisfied with our first formal meeting.
You... are qualified to be my partner.
The golden light suddenly vanished, and in the next instant, the Third Young Master's figure had silently appeared beside Mu Qinghan.
At this moment, Mu Qinghan's sword, which had gathered all his magical power, was only halfway through its trajectory, its blade carrying a sharp whistling sound, but it suddenly stopped the instant it touched the opponent's palm.
The third young master lightly raised one hand, and two fingers firmly gripped the blade; those seemingly slender fingertips were as hard as metal.
No matter how much the sword trembled, it could not advance even half an inch further.
Mu Qinghan's pupils shrank sharply as he stared in shock at the person in front of him.
He took the full force of his sword strike with such ease...
This guy is countless times stronger than that disgusting monster!
To his astonishment, the Third Young Master gently pushed the sword away with a slight effort from his fingertips.
The magical power on the sword dissipated like a tide, and Mu Qinghan felt a numbness in his arm, almost letting go of the sword hilt.
"Nice to meet you," the third young master said, withdrawing his hand in a relaxed tone.
"No, to be precise, I've seen you many times, but this is probably the first time you've seen me."
He twisted his arm and moved a few steps closer to Mu Qinghan.
“My name is from a long time ago, you probably wouldn’t even know it. But… you can call me Third Young Master, that’s what everyone calls me.”
"Third...Young Master?"
He looked at the glittering golden statuette in front of him, the dazzling light making him turn to the side and frown slightly.
The next moment, as if remembering something, he suddenly looked up.
"You... are the one who saved me from outside the circle, right?"
"You came to me today because you want me to do something for you?"
"Hmm? You're quite clever."
A hint of approval flashed in the third young master's eyes, and a smile appeared on his lips.
"I enjoy talking to smart people like you."
"That's right, I saved you from outside the circle."
He paused, then lightly traced a pale golden line through the air with his fingertips.
"Of course, I'm here because I want you to do something, but not now, it's later."
"I'm only showing up today to get to know you beforehand, so we won't feel awkward when we meet again."
Mu Qinghan frowned slightly, recalling what had just happened, his tone filled with confusion.
"Then...why did you suddenly strike me with a stick?"
What? Why isn't this kid playing by the rules?
Shouldn't you flatter yourself first, and then try to get information out of yourself?
Or, if you're a little greedy, ask yourself if there's any benefit in it.
"Ahem, well... for... hiss... for testing your reaction time!"
"Yes, it's a test!"
He changed the subject, his voice unconsciously rising a few decibels, "After all, I'll be asking you to do things in the future, so I need to know your abilities and character. I can't just find someone who collapses at the slightest intimidation, can I?"
Mu Qinghan pursed her lips. "Just tell me what you want me to do in the future."
"Hahaha... Okay..."
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When the grudges and favors are split evenly, how can I possibly win them all over...?
The lanterns are stained crimson with blood; it's too late for revenge…
Chapter 85 Going Home
As the sun rises higher and the sky gradually brightens...
A golden crack was quietly torn open in the sky.
Warm, gentle rays of light slowly emerged, then surged across the gates of the Mu Manor like a tide, melting the thin frost on the stone steps into glistening specks.
Afu sat in the widening golden light, his back slightly hunched, gently stroking the head of the little yellow dog beside him.
The fur felt rough to the touch, a mark left by the cold winter wind, just like the frayed edges on his own sleeves.
His brows were furrowed, and he looked worried.
"Little Afu, Little Afu," he said in a low voice, his voice trembling slightly, "when do you think... when will the young master be able to return?"
My fingertips paused for a moment, then slid down the puppy's back.
"With the young master gone, I feel the whole Mu mansion is lifeless. The servants sweep the yard without making a sound, and the fire in the kitchen never burns brightly. Everyone is unhappy."
"I miss Young Master so much... I wonder if Young Master is eating well and staying warm in Tushan, whether the people there will bully him, and whether he will be cold."
I found this little yellow dog last winter.
That day, Afu went to town to buy rice, and when he came back, he found it huddled in a broken haystack by the roadside.
At that time, its fur was covered in ice crystals, and it was so thin that it was just skin and bones, yet it still painstakingly carried the only half of a dry, hard cornbread in its mouth to the smaller puppies in the haystack.
Afu was deeply moved by the light in its eyes.
Even though she was on the verge of collapse herself, she was still thinking about protecting her child.
His heart softened instantly, and he immediately took off the hand warmer from his pocket and wrapped it up with the puppy, taking them back to his residence.
Unfortunately, those puppies couldn't hold on.
The night they returned, they started shivering, and their paws turned purple from the cold.
Afu took off his own cotton wadding and wrapped it around them, guarding them all night long. But as dawn approached, those little clumps of flesh were already cold.
Fortunately, little Afu survived.
The little beast was quite intelligent; from then on, it circled around Afu every day, occasionally bringing him fresh flowers and exotic plants to rub against his trouser legs.
Afu also loves it very much and takes little Afu with him wherever he goes.
"Ouch——"
Little Afu seemed to understand his worries, gently rubbing against the back of his hand, its wet tongue licking his rough palm, carrying a hint of warmth.
"You little rascal, you even know how to coax me."
Afu's eyes felt a little hot, and just as he was about to raise his hand to wipe them, he heard a soft "snap" sound.
White shoes were stepping in front of me, their edges glistening with morning dew.
A cool, indifferent voice followed, sounding nonchalant, but it made Afu suddenly raise his head.
"Ah Fu, where did you get this dog? It's quite interesting."
Afu suddenly looked up and saw the boy tilting his head slightly, looking at little Afu with great interest.
Afu was taken aback at first, then shouted excitedly.
"Young Master Qinghan! You...you're back!"
Mu Qinghan responded softly.
As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly bent his knees and squatted down.
The snow-white hem of her dress drooped gently with her movements, brushing against the dew marks on the bluestone slabs.
He stretched out his hand, his fingertips stopping steadily half an inch in front of the yellow-haired puppy.
The puppy instinctively shrank back, its fluffy yellow fur instantly tensing, and a hint of wariness flashed in its round eyes.
But after only a moment, it twitched its nose and sniffed the scent coming from the boy's palm.
There was no harsh scolding, nor any unfamiliar hostility, only a refreshing and gentle feeling, like a bamboo forest after the rain.
It immediately moved forward and tentatively touched the boy's fingertips with its wet nose.
Seeing that the other party remained motionless, it happily leaned forward and gently placed its fluffy head against the boy's palm.
The force was very light, yet it carried complete trust.
It actually remembers.