Help Me Kill Someone!

"All right! Stop fooling around."

Faced with Leng Yulai's complaints, Su Mo skillfully patted her full, rounded thigh.

"Go wait for me at my place first. I need to take care of the discharge paperwork."

"All right..."

Leng Yulai dragged out her voice, looking utterly reluctant. Before leaving, she did not forget to plant a kiss on Su Mo's cheek.

Su Mo had long grown used to it. Every time he met Leng Yulai, she always took some advantage of him.

Because Wu Zhangkong had already informed the hospital to send all expenses to the Tang Sect branch in Eastsea City, Su Mo completed his discharge procedures quickly and without a hitch.

"What's wrong, Teacher Wu?"

On the Soul Guidance Train headed for Heaven Dou City, Tang Wulin looked at the frowning Wu Zhangkong and asked with concern.

"Nothing. The Tang Sect has already sent someone to heal Su Mo's injuries. He has been discharged now."

Wu Zhangkong put away his Soul Guidance Communicator and replied calmly.

Wu Zhangkong had not told Tang Wulin that Su Mo needed to cultivate to the rank of Titled Douluo before turning eighteen in order to survive, due to having overdrawn his life force.

There was little point in telling him. It would only make Tang Wulin, who had already become a member of the Tang Sect, feel guilty.

Tang Wulin was the student Wu Zhangkong thought most highly of. He was currently at a crucial stage in cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill, and Wu Zhangkong did not want him distracted by this matter.

Besides, the compensation offered by the Tang Sect was exceedingly generous—an External Soul Bone of the same quality as the Dark-Gold Terrorclaw Bear Right Palm Bone.

"That's wonderful!"

Tang Wulin was somewhat excited upon hearing that Su Mo had been discharged.

"Enough. Stop thinking about pointless things and honestly circulate the Mysterious Heaven Skill according to the method I taught you."

Tang Wulin wanted to say more, but before he could open his mouth, Wu Zhangkong coldly cut him off.

"Master, welcome home."

The moment Su Mo pushed open the door, a soft voice carrying a slight tremble rang out.

Under the warm orange-yellow light, Leng Yulai knelt quietly in the middle of the living room.

A pair of playful cat-ear ornaments sat atop her head, while a black-and-white maid outfit clung tightly to her slim, tall figure.

The outfit's cut was just right, perfectly outlining Leng Yulai's fiery, exaggerated curves. The white lace at her chest and the ruffles at her cuffs gleamed delicately beneath the light.

Her adorable appearance formed a sharp contrast with her usual cold and aloof temperament, making one unable to resist pulling her into their arms and doting on her.

If anyone from the Holy Spirit Cult saw Leng Yulai looking so lovable and pitiable, their jaws would surely drop.

After all, Leng Yulai was famous within the Holy Spirit Cult for being cold, aloof, and decisive in killing.

Perhaps sensing Su Mo's heated gaze, Leng Yulai raised her head. A faint smile hung on her exquisite, seductive face, and her eyes were filled with infatuation as she looked at him.

"You look great!"

Su Mo crouched down and firmly pinched Leng Yulai's soft, bouncy cheek, praising her without reservation.

Before Leng Yulai, Su Mo did not need to disguise himself. He said whatever he wanted.

"Hehe~"

Upon hearing Su Mo's praise, a shy blush immediately colored Leng Yulai's delicate face, as flawless as white porcelain jade. Her heart raced as if it were about to leap from her chest, and even her breathing grew hurried.

The next instant, Leng Yulai pounced fiercely on Su Mo as though she had lost her mind.

Caught off guard, Su Mo was directly pressed onto the soft sofa by Leng Yulai, his nose instantly filled with a refreshing fragrance.

Having lost her senses, Leng Yulai rubbed herself all over Su Mo like a little leopard in heat, greedily breathing in his scent. Her immense softness nearly left Su Mo unable to breathe.

Of course, Su Mo enjoyed it as well.

"All right! You've been hugging me for so long. Isn't that enough?"

Only after a long while did Su Mo lightly pat Leng Yulai's back. His tone held a touch of helplessness and affection, as though soothing a clingy kitten.

"How could it possibly be enough? I wish I could stay glued to Your Excellency's side twenty-four hours a day..."

Leng Yulai spoke with a coquettish note of dissatisfaction, yet the arms tightly wrapped around Su Mo slowly loosened with obvious reluctance.

As her fingertips brushed across Su Mo's handsome face, a trace of restrained reluctance flashed through her eyes.

Ever since she had met Su Mo, she could understand his meaning from a single look or the slightest movement.

So even if her heart was full of reluctance, as long as Su Mo spoke, she would obediently comply.

In this world, she cared nothing for parents, family, or friends. The only person she cared about was Su Mo.

Ever since Su Mo had saved her, an unnoticed nobody, in the Star Dou Forest, Leng Yulai had decided that he was the person she would follow for the rest of her life.

Thus, even if she had to bear the infamy of being called a traitor to humanity, she would offer Su Mo everything she had.

"Has there been any movement from the Holy Spirit Cult?"

Su Mo lay on his side with his head resting on Leng Yulai's thigh, enjoying her massage as he asked lazily.

"The Holy Spirit Cult is still the same as always..."

Leng Yulai answered softly, her expression so focused it carried an almost sacred devotion. Her voice was gentle to the extreme. "It's just become a little more active than before."

Su Mo nodded, then continued, "I remember the Holy Spirit Cult should have a branch in Heaven Dou City as well, right?"

The moment Su Mo mentioned Heaven Dou City, Leng Yulai looked at him with a jealous expression and said bitterly, "Your Excellency, don't tell me you're worried about your little girlfriend's safety!"

In fact, Leng Yulai had arrived in Eastsea City long ago. With her cultivation at Rank 99, a Quasi-God, traveling from the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters to Eastsea City took no more than a moment.

It was only because there were other people in the hospital room that Leng Yulai had not revealed herself immediately.

However, Leng Yulai had heard every word of Su Mo's conversations with the others perfectly clearly.

Seeing Leng Yulai consumed by jealousy, Su Mo flicked her smooth forehead irritably. "What are you thinking about all day?"

"I want you to help me kill someone."

"Who?"

The moment she heard that Su Mo wanted someone dead, Leng Yulai immediately became serious.

Naturally, Leng Yulai knew Tang Wulin's identity.

She simply had not expected Su Mo to suddenly change his mind and make a move against Tang Wulin.

Three years ago, when Su Mo contacted her and asked her to send people to monitor Tang Wulin, Leng Yulai had learned Tang Wulin's identity and suggested that Su Mo kill him directly to eliminate future trouble. However, Su Mo had refused on the grounds that Tang San might have left behind contingencies.

Su Mo sneered. "With the divine consciousness Tang San left behind, he definitely can't be killed."

"Divine consciousness left behind by Tang San?!"

Leng Yulai was startled upon hearing this.

As someone born and raised on Douluo Continent, how could Leng Yulai possibly not have heard of the legendary tale of Tang San, the Sea God?

But Leng Yulai quickly calmed down. Tang Wulin was Tang San's son, so it was hardly strange for Tang San to have left a strand of divine consciousness within him.