But just as she turned around, Xiao Long pulled her back.
He even pulled her straight into his arms.
"Ah? M-Martial Uncle, w-what are you doing?"
Bi Xiao's little face flushed as she asked shyly.
"Ah Xiao, I don't want the Primordial Golden Dou, and I don't want the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors. I only want you."
Ordinarily, following the usual lewd-joke routine, Xiao Long should have said something far cruder.
But for Bi Xiao, this was not the right time for those words.
He would wait until she had properly learned about such things before saying them!
For now, he should say gentle, pleasant words and coax this silly girl into bed.
"Ah?"
Bi Xiao was deeply confused. What did Xiao Long want from her?
The only decent treasures she had seemed to be the Primordial Golden Dou and the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors.
But Xiao Long had already said he did not want either of them.
At that moment, Bi Xiao suddenly remembered what she had seen when she had once barged into Xiao Long's room.
Her mind instantly went blank.
"No, you... you're my Martial Uncle..."
Bi Xiao began to struggle, but her resistance was so faint it could practically be ignored.
"So what if I'm your martial uncle? You've actually been calling me wrong all along. I'm a First Generation Disciple of Tong Tian Cult Master, while you're a Second Generation Disciple. Since you don't have a First Generation Disciple as your master, you should really be calling me Senior Brother. Why can't a senior brother be with his junior sister?"
Xiao Long gave a wicked smile.
He had noticed the issue earlier.
Although there was a generational difference between him and San Xiao, it was not like the situation with Wen Zhong.
Wen Zhong's master