Ying Zheng's Summons

When Lin Qi emerged from the small retreat building well into the morning, Alda and Bilibili, who had been huddled in the courtyard laughing and spouting nonsense, exchanged a very secretive glance. The guileless Barrel stared at Lin Qi in astonishment, both enormous thumbs already raised.

"Great master, you are truly too great! Did you conquer a hundred lovely girls last night?"

Lin Qi, appearing before them, looked haggard, his eyes deeply sunken and the sockets black as a consumptive's. His body... how should one put it? He seemed to have lost quite a bit of weight. If Lin Qi's former body had felt like a thick wooden post, then now he resembled a steel bar. Though a little leaner, he gave off an even sturdier impression.

Yet Lin Qi's legs were unsteady and weak, swaying as he walked. Alda knew those symptoms well—after having certain profound yet shallow exchanges with a dozen or so delicate young ladies, he was always like this early the next morning.

Alda grinned secretively. "Great and terrifying master, he has reached the age when he ought to seek women. Of course, I cannot be sure whether our great master's taste is normal, but he has indeed reached that age!"

Lin Qi glared at this pack of men whose minds were full of filth, then smiled and beckoned to the Day and Night brothers standing nearby.

"Come on. Hu Xinzhu and I need to discuss something. day, Night, don't stay with them if you can help it—especially keep away from Alda. You're good children; don't let them lead you astray!" Alda was a demon of lust, Bilibili was no good thing either, and a barrel was turning into a lecherous fiend. Lin Qi had to hold the line—he could not let the last two pure