Help Me Kill Someone!

"All right! Stop fooling around."

Facing Leng Yulai's complaints, Su Mo skillfully patted her full, round, long legs.

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

"All right..."

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

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

Because Wu Zhangkong had already informed the hospital and told them to send all expenses to the Tang Sect branch in Eastsea City, Su Mo's discharge procedures went smoothly without any obstacles.

"What's wrong, Teacher Wu?"

On the Soul Guidance train heading for Heaven Dou City, Tang Wulin looked at Wu Zhangkong, whose brows had furrowed, and asked with concern.

"It's nothing. The Tang Sect has already sent someone to treat Su Mo's injuries. He's been discharged now."

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

Wu Zhangkong had not told Tang Wulin that Su Mo needed to cultivate to the rank of Titled Douluo before turning eighteen because he had exhausted his life force.

There was little point in saying such a thing. 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. This was a crucial time for cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill, and he did not want Tang Wulin to be distracted by this matter.

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

"That's great!"

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

"Enough. Stop thinking about all that nonsense and properly circulate the Mysterious Heaven Skill according to the method I taught you."

Tang Wulin wanted to say something else, but before he could speak, Wu Zhangkong coldly interrupted him.

"Master, welcome home."

The moment Su Mo pushed open the door, a soft voice with a faint tremor rang out.

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

She wore a pair of playful cat-ear accessories on her head, while a black-and-white maid outfit clung tightly to her slim, tall figure.

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

Such an adorable appearance formed a powerful contrast with Leng Yulai's usual aloof temperament, making one unable to resist pulling her into an embrace and doting on her.

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

After all, Leng Yulai was famous within the Holy Spirit Cult for her coldness and ruthless decisiveness.

As if sensing Su Mo's burning gaze, Leng Yulai lifted her head. A faint smile hung on her exquisite, seductive face, and her eyes were filled with obsession as she looked at Su Mo.

"Very pretty!"

Su Mo crouched down and firmly pinched Leng Yulai's springy cheek, praising her without restraint.

Before Leng Yulai, Su Mo had no need to disguise himself. He said whatever he wanted.

"Hehe~"

Upon hearing Su Mo's praise, a shy flush instantly spread across Leng Yulai's exquisite porcelain-like face. Her heart pounded as if it were about to leap from her chest, and even her breathing quickened.

The next moment, Leng Yulai seemed to lose her mind as she fiercely pounced on Su Mo.

Caught off guard, Su Mo was directly pinned onto the soft sofa by Leng Yulai, his nose instantly enveloped by a heart-soothing fragrance.

Having lost her senses, Leng Yulai rubbed herself against Su Mo like a little female leopard in heat, greedily inhaling his scent. Her enormous softness nearly made Su Mo unable to breathe.

Of course, Su Mo was enjoying it as well.

"All right! You've held me for so long. That should be enough, shouldn't it?"

Only after a long while did Su Mo gently pat Leng Yulai's back. His tone carried a hint of helplessness and affection, as though he were 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 coquettish dissatisfaction, yet the arms tightly wrapped around Su Mo slowly loosened despite her reluctance.

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

Ever since meeting Su Mo, she had been able to understand his meaning from a single look or the slightest movement.

So even though 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 Su Mo was the person she would follow for the rest of her life.

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

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

Su Mo lay on his side with his head resting on Leng Yulai's thighs, 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 that it almost carried a sacred devotion. Her voice was gentle to the extreme. "They're just more active than before."

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

The moment Su Mo mentioned Heaven Dou City, Leng Yulai looked at him with jealousy in her eyes and said gloomily, "Your Excellency, don't tell me you're worried about your little girlfriend's safety?"

In truth, Leng Yulai had arrived in Eastsea City long ago. With her cultivation at Rank 99, a Quasi-God, getting from the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters to Eastsea City took only a moment.

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

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

Seeing Leng Yulai brimming with 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 about Tang Wulin's identity.

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

As early as three years ago, when Su Mo had 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 outright 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."

"The divine consciousness Tang San left behind?!"

Leng Yulai was startled.

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

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