Moonlit Night

At that moment, Xiao Han walked over, his face slightly cold. After arriving, he directly pulled Xiao Xueqin behind him. Seeing Xiao Han, Xiao Xueqin finally relaxed.

"Oh? Isn't this Xiao Han from the Xiao Clan, even more Trash than Xiao Yan?" Once Jialie Ao saw who it was, he froze for a moment before the corners of his lips curled into a mocking smile. Naturally, he had heard of Xiao Han's reputation.

"Xiao Han, you'd better get lost, or it won't be good if you end up missing an arm or a leg," Jialie Ao said with a smile, clearly not taking Xiao Han seriously.

"You can try," Xiao Han said calmly.

"Try? You really don't know your place. This Young Master can crush Trash like you with one finger!" Jialie Ao sneered. With that, he swiftly charged straight at Xiao Han. Since this Trash refused a toast only to drink a forfeit, he would give him a taste of pain!

"Let me show you what it means to be utterly crushed!" Jialie Ao mocked. Dou Qi swirled around his body. He had long since advanced to the Dou Zhe realm; dealing with Xiao Han would be effortless.

Seeing Jialie Ao rush over, Xiao Xueqin felt somewhat worried. After all, Xiao Han truly possessed no Dou Qi.

Yet unlike Xiao Xueqin's concern, Xiao Han remained calm, a faint cold smile rising at the corners of his mouth.

Very soon, Jialie Ao had closed in and was about to attack Xiao Han.

Xiao Han's gaze sharpened. He clenched his five fingers into a fist, then threw a plain, unadorned punch at Jialie Ao.

Bang! The punch struck with unstoppable force, directly shattering Jialie Ao's defenses. Hit by that blow, Jialie Ao's body flew backward, skidding several yards before he finally steadied himself.

Pfft!

Jialie Ao lay on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood, staring at Xiao Han in horror as though he had seen a ghost. Xiao Han's punch just now had been far too terrifying. How could a Trash without Dou Qi launch such an attack? At that moment, everyone present stared in shock. Xiao Han had no Dou Qi?

"How is that possible?" Jialie Ao's face was pale as he stared at Xiao Han in utter disbelief. He simply could not believe it.

The crowd exchanged glances and whispered among themselves. So... who was the real Trash here? "Is this the crushing you were talking about?" Xiao Han walked up to Jialie Ao and planted a foot on his chest, sneering. Though his own strength was lacking, they should not forget that he was a man with a system. And he had points. With points, he could exchange them for treasures. Just now, he had exchanged points for a pair of Gravity Gloves, which possessed terrifying explosive power. Was a Dou Zhe supposed to be strong? Young Master could still beat him senseless! Hearing Xiao Han's words, Jialie Ao spat out another mouthful of blood. This was a blatant slap in the face.

Xiao Han gave Jialie Ao an indifferent glance, then turned around and left with Xiao Xueqin.

The bright moon rose, its clear light spilling across the world. On the Bluestone Path, a young man and a young woman walked slowly shoulder to shoulder. Beneath the moonlight, their shadows stretched long. The scene was quiet and beautiful.

Neither of them spoke as they strolled beneath the moonlight. From time to time, they secretly glanced at one another, each hiding a hazy feeling in their heart—a feeling belonging only to their age.

At that moment, Xiao Han secretly glanced again at the young woman beside him. Moonlight poured over her body. Bathed in its glow, she was like a Goddess. Her exquisite oval face was breathtakingly beautiful, enough to intoxicate anyone who looked upon it.

Xiao Han was so captivated that his heart pounded wildly. As if possessed, he reached his hand toward her slender one, feeling both nervous and expectant.

The next moment, Xiao Han's hand drew close to her slender hand. Yet after hesitating for a long while, he grew nervous and somewhat afraid. His hand hovered uncertainly for ages, but he still could not make his next move. It left him troubled. Was this the kind of trouble everyone at this age faced?

Naturally, the young woman noticed Xiao Han's actions as well. Her beautiful eyes blinked as she secretly glanced at him. Then her pretty face flushed slightly, and she actually extended her slender hand first, taking hold of Xiao Han's hand.

Xiao Han froze. He looked at the young woman's blushing face and understood something. He smiled, then tightly clasped her hand.

Under the moonlight, the two walked slowly home with their fingers interlocked. Their paired shadows beneath the moon were so beautiful, like a painting that intoxicated time itself...