dding and saying, "Good... but don't move any earth. Is there a range Do you mean renovation or—""Nothing will work," I shook my head. "Not even drilling holes in the wall or hammering nails."He frown...Oh come on, this is a bit of a departure from the norm, isn't it

The dragon king I imagined in my mind... should be a fairy-like and ancient yet eccentric and ferocious white-browed, white-haired, and white-bearded old man.

Just like the archetype of a big villain in wuxia novels, he possesses extraordinary martial arts skills but is cynical and world-weary.

This... this round, chubby image of a tycoon is really hard to associate with the word "Dragon King".

"Master Yun Fan, doesn't he have any detailed information about the Dragon King over there" I whispered.

The young mistress frowned in distress: "The Dragon King lives deep in the mountains and old forest, with guards everywhere. It's extremely difficult to get close to him. And it is said that he rarely leaves his seclusion, making it almost impossible to find him... This time, we only managed to catch him because he unexpectedly left his lair."

I looked at Mu Wanchen, hoping he would come up with a solution.

Mu Wanchen looked at those people walking into the private room's passage and said to me, "I'll go take a look. If necessary, Feng Hun can eavesdrop, but the risk is too great... If the other party is really the Dragon King, they should feel the presence of Gu Ling."

"Have you never seen the Dragon King before" I asked curiously.

Mu Wanchen frowned slightly: "I saw him many years ago. Not to mention that people's appearance changes with age, if he deliberately changed his figure, appearance, or even voice, it would be easy. I would only dare to say yes or no after meeting him."

He spoke as he got up. I wanted to follow him, but he said in a light tone, "Don't come over. Just stay here with Mu Xia Qiao and eat. I'll just go take a look and be right back... You were startled last night and didn't get a good rest. Just sit still and eat."

The little wife looked at his back and pouted, "He's such a good husband."

"...I think he's afraid I'll cause trouble." I replied.

Mu Xia Qiao grinned. "You're the wife he finally found, how could he think you're causing trouble He treasures you so much~~ When he was recovering at my place, he still went to see you. Hee hee hee, although I don't know what happened, his heart is very sincere!"

Is that so... It's a shame, I don't have any memories of him. What a pity, otherwise I would have met him years ago.

"When you're in love, you always wish you had met sooner. That's typical lovesick," Mu Xiaoqiao said with a smile.

"Junior sister, don't you find it strange that you gave birth so early" I chatted with Junior sister while staring at Mu Wanchen's back.

"Huh No way... I was just worried that having a child so early would mean I wasted my time going to university. But after running around all day and seeing so many things about life and death, I realized that in this world, besides loved ones, nothing else is really worth regretting... A child is one of those loved ones, even more important than my husband!" The young wife pouted and nodded heavily.

" ...Would you dare say this to Master's face"

“How could I dare I even argued with him about this for the sake of our child…” The young wife said pitifully: “In my opinion, he should go to kindergarten… Look at You Man, does he look like a child He’s been spoiled all day long and is used to being high and mighty. He needs to interact with children his own age… But Jiang Qiyun told me, among all the gods and goddesses, who has a child of the same age as him A little boy can live for hundreds of years and has lived through several lifetimes, so I said let You Man go to kindergarten, but Jiang Qiyun thinks it's unnecessary, saying that he won’t learn anything in kindergarten…”

When it comes to parenting advice, Little Teacher's Wife could probably tell me a whole afternoon's worth of woes.

My heart yearned for Mu Wanchen, my eyes constantly drifting to where he was headed. Suddenly, I saw a slender figure walking towards the same direction.

That back we'd seen before — something like Xi Linzhou

Mu Xiaoqiao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly pinched my wrist and whispered, "My brother said before that he saw Xi Lingzhou was neither human nor ghost. Is it true"

"...Whenever I saw her, she just looked like neither human nor ghost." I couldn't help but want to go over and take a look.

This time, even the little wife couldn't help but get excited and followed me running over.

This private room is a single passageway, luxuriously decorated. A waiter bows every few steps.

Xi Linzhou's back kept moving forward, and at the end was a very spacious luxurious bathroom. As soon as we followed, we smelled a faint aroma of incense.

Here, the aroma of light-tasting Ta Xiang is faintly present. This fragrance is used to dispel unpleasant odors, but it can't completely mask a strange smell that emanates from it.

"She's making a fuss here It's so crowded..." I glanced at my little wife.

She frowned: "Xi Linzhou has no principles in doing things. She does whatever is beneficial to her, regardless of time or place. She's a bit reckless... Bring her out here, don't let her make a big scene, it will alert the dragon king if we do. If he hides, we'll have a hard time finding him!"

"...It seems like Master Yun Fan and the leader of these witches, Zhao Jie, discussed something. Do you think Xi Linzhou will come to work" I asked.

"This woman is very dangerous, we can't leave her alone, even if she is temporarily on our side, we can't be careless." The junior wife said, raising her hand to knock on the last compartment.

I was a bit puzzled why she went straight to the last stall. Mu Xia Qiao pouted and said, "According to my unlucky experience, the last stall is usually the one with problems in weird restrooms—"

She was just about to reach out and turn the doorknob when suddenly there was a "whoosh" from inside as the door swung open. I jumped, reflexively throwing myself forward and pulling her back.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..." the young wife cried out, pulling her neck back.

I am too nervous.

Maybe I'm not as accustomed to yin-yang affairs as Little Mistress and Master Yunfan. Seeing those little ghosts last night left a considerable shadow in my heart.

So this time I didn't gently reach out and grab my little junior wife, but instead grabbed the back of her neck, leaving a red mark.

"Sorry, sorry..." I mumbled, my eyes glued to the open partition door.

This is a luxurious restroom. Each cubicle has a spacious interior, and the door opens a sliver, revealing a pitch-black eye.

This eye lacked luster, its deep blackness devoid of any reflection. The entire eye seemed veiled, with no spark of life.

"You... you are Xi Lingzhou" The young mistress saw her and was so surprised that her eyes widened.

A faint scent of incense wafted from the cubicle, followed by the sound of running water—this was the hotel's public area, and the smoke detector was very sensitive. She had chosen the last cubicle with a window to cast her spell, as it allowed for a slight opening and quick disposal of ashes.

I didn't get a good look at Xi Lingzhou's face. Last time, she was always drowsy and kept her head down.

At this moment, only a thin, bloodless face was visible. The eyes were dull and bloodshot.

She gave no response to Mu Xia Qiao's questions, only stared coldly at her with a raspy voice, warning: "If you don't want to die, get out of here..."

> cried out, "Your eyes can see!"He raised his hand and rubbed the Qiming acupoint, frowning: “It should be alright. The soul that was filled in always feels difficult to perfectly integrate, but it’s...