Xiao Wu Is Mine

"What exactly are you trying to do?" Tang San's expression changed slightly as he exerted force with both hands, trying to break free from beneath Zhao Ming's foot.

However, after two rounds of battle, his body had long since run out of strength.

"Don't even think about using hidden weapons. I'm watching you!" Catching sight of the hidden weapons tucked in Tang San's sleeves from the corner of his eye, Zhao Ming said coldly.

From the very beginning, Zhao Ming had been wary of Tang San's hidden weapons. Those strange things were incredibly lethal. If Tang San used them when he wasn't paying attention, he really might get hurt.

Hearing Zhao Ming's words, Tang San broke out in a cold sweat. The hand reaching for his Sleeve Arrows slowly lowered as well.

He didn't understand why Zhao Ming had noticed when his movements had clearly been so well concealed.

Zhao Ming said nothing more and kicked away the Sleeve Arrows hidden in Tang San's sleeve.

"So this is the so-called protagonist, the so-called Son of Destiny? Nothing special." Zhao Ming looked calmly at Tang San, whom he had pinned beneath his foot and who could barely even move.

"What do you mean by that?" Tang San frowned, unable to understand what Zhao Ming meant.

"None of that is important. But there are some things I should let you know." Zhao Ming spoke teasingly.

As he spoke, he crouched down and stared unblinkingly at Tang San.

White light suddenly flickered from Zhao Ming's hand, and strange energy stirred faint ripples through the air.

"Close your eyes and enjoy it." Zhao Ming placed his right palm against Tang San's forehead.

In an instant, Tang San's body shuddered violently.

Brief images flashed through Tang San's mind.

"Hello. My name is Xiao Wu. Wu as in dancing."

"My Martial Soul is a rabbit, the cute kind of little white rabbit. What about yours?"

"Brother, can you help me comb my hair? It's gotten a little messy."

"This comb is made from very fine wood."

"My mother gave it to me. She made it herself, carving it from the finest rosewood. It doesn't have any decorations, but it's the last thing Mother left me."

"Xiao Wu, you're so beautiful."

"Brother, comb my hair for me."

In Tang San's mind.

Xiao Wu raised a hand to gather her Scorpion Braid, untied the pink ribbon knotted at the end, and kept her eyes fixed on Tang San. Her left hand held her braid while her right slowly combed downward from the roots. Under the movement of her fingers, her braided black hair gradually spread apart like a black waterfall slowly unfurling.

Beneath the starlight and moonlight, Tang San watched Xiao Wu's braid silently fall loose before her, and his gaze became entranced. Xiao Wu was truly beautiful at that moment. Even the stars and moon seemed to serve only as her backdrop. She alone was the center of that painting.

Xiao Wu looked deeply at Tang San, then slowly turned as her braid came undone. When the final tangled strands gently loosened, she lightly shook her head, and that soft black waterfall trembled, completely veiling her delicate body.

Her satin-like black hair draped all the way to the ground, brushing against the wooden floor by at least a foot. At that moment, Xiao Wu seemed to have blended into the night itself. From Tang San's direction, all he could see was that captivating darkness.

Perhaps because it had been braided for too long, her loosened hair formed large waves that gently swayed with the slightest movement of Xiao Wu's body.

Beautiful! Too beautiful!

Tang San felt the fragments of images Zhao Ming had transmitted to him. Within them were scenes of his warm moments with Xiao Wu.

They were so warm, so wonderful!

A strange feeling took root in Tang San's heart along with those fragments of memory.

"Xiao Wu... Xiao Wu..." Tang San murmured her name again and again as tears continuously streamed from the corners of his eyes.

Watching Tang San's emotions fluctuate so violently, Zhao Ming frowned. He was beginning to regret it.

He had cuckolded Tang San and then told him all this. What if Tang San went insane and tried to take him down with him?

"System, nothing will go wrong, right?"

"Don't worry, Host. I only transmitted some of the beautiful experiences between Tang San and Xiao Wu that should have happened to him. He will know nothing else," the system explained.

I understand the logic! I'm just afraid Tang San will go crazy! What if he decides to risk his life and comes at me with a knife? But I came up with this idea myself, so no matter what happens in the future, I'll just have to swallow it.

"Host, you need to understand that in this world, you are the protagonist. Tang San's hidden weapons are powerful, but you are stronger. As time passes, the gap between you and Tang San will only grow wider. By then, his hidden weapons will be nothing but useless scraps."

That's right, I'm the protagonist. What the hell am I afraid of?

Zhao Ming's eyes lit up as enlightenment washed over him.

These past few days, although he had gained powerful talent and strength, he had still regarded Tang San and the others as mortal enemies. Though he seemed to disregard them, deep down he still held a sense of awe toward those protagonists from the original work.

Without the Heart of a Strongman, how could he dominate the world? And how could he possess those rare treasures?

This world—beautiful women, power, wealth—I want it all! Tang San is nothing more than a small stepping stone on this path.

With that thought, Zhao Ming's resolve grew even firmer.

With those thoughts in mind, he kicked Tang San aside.

At that moment, Tang San snapped awake and stared at Zhao Ming in horror. "Zhao Ming, who exactly are you? Why? Why? Give my Xiao Wu back to me!"

"Who am I? Who do you think I am?" Zhao Ming smiled faintly. "Xiao Wu is my girlfriend now. What do you mean, give her back to you?"

"Xiao Wu... Xiao Wu..." Tang San muttered. "Xiao Wu is mine. I don't know who you really are or what methods you used on Xiao Wu, but I will definitely take Xiao Wu back."

"Heh, then I welcome it. I'm actually looking forward to it. But don't interrupt when Xiao Wu and I are being intimate. Otherwise, I don't have much of a temper." Zhao Ming said calmly.

"You!" Tang San spat out a mouthful of blood, clutching his chest. He had clearly been angered badly.

"Alright, alright, I won't talk to you anymore. I should go back to sleep. Xiao Wu must be getting anxious waiting for me." With that, Zhao Ming strode away.