Luo Sanpao Isn't a Dog

The night was thick, the moon hanging dead center in the sky, round and bright.

Gu Qingshan leaned against a stone pillar by the street, watching Yu Xiaogang leave in a state of utter dejection, his mind momentarily dazed.

He looked down at the fair, slender hand on his arm; Liu Erlong's hand was still resting there, her fingers slightly curled, showing no intention of letting go.

Her body was still pressed against his, her warmth seeping through the thin formal wear, and he could feel the supple muscles beneath.

Liu Erlong had hugged him right in front of Gangzi—was this normal?

He glanced again at Liu Erlong's flushed, slightly tipsy face.

They had only met for the first time today, shared a meal, had a few drinks, and the words they had exchanged didn't even total ten sentences.

She had no reason to cling to the arm of a man she barely knew on the street, let alone do it in front of another man.

He recalled the three men who had been stomped into eunuchs—the Bu Le trio.

Those three were no good, accustomed to using underhanded tactics.

Could it be that Liu Erlong had been drugged?

Gu Qingshan chewed on the Blue Silver Leaf in his mouth; he had to admit, this was quite a thrill.

Being held by Liu Erlong right in front of Gangzi, watching Gangzi's face turn from red to white, from green to gray, and finally leave in total despair.

It felt pretty good; no wonder so many hack writers and readers loved to torment Gangzi!

The moon was bright and the stars sparse tonight, perfect for a late-night snack.

With that, he reached out to wrap his arm around Liu Erlong's waist, smiling as he said to her, "The night is lovely. Come, let me take you for a stroll around this Martial Soul City."

Liu Erlong's body stiffened slightly, as if she hadn't expected him to take the initiative, but his smile was truly handsome.

Liu Erlong did not refuse; her cheeks were crimson, and she subconsciously held on even tighter.

Gu Qingshan's arm felt the immense pressure—she was truly well-endowed.

Gangzi stood in the distance, looking back, only to see the swaying curves moving away from him, leaving his heart feeling hollow.

No...

This couldn't be real!

Erlong had once loved him so much that she didn't hesitate to fall out with the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

None of that could be fake.

He hadn't heard of Liu Erlong getting close to any other man all these years; she hadn't sought anyone else out, so she must have been waiting for him.

By getting close to Gu Qingshan right in front of him just now, Erlong must have been doing it on purpose to make him jealous.

But this Gu Qingshan was no good.

The Martial Soul Hall Holy Son, Bibi Dong's disciple, a monster who killed without blinking.

Although he hadn't heard of him being a lecher, perhaps he was just hiding it well?

What's more, Erlong was so beautiful, and she had drunk so much tonight—her eyes hazy, her cheeks flushed, her red lips moist.

Could a young, hot-blooded man face a Liu Erlong like this and remain unmoved?

If that brat took advantage of her, the consequences would be unthinkable.

At this thought, Gangzi's expression changed completely.

"Erlong!" his anxious voice echoed through the street.

Liu Erlong and Gu Qingshan were already gone.

Gangzi's heart sank abruptly.

No, he had to find Erlong quickly; he had to take her away today, no matter what.

He suddenly thought of something, and a pale golden light lit up in his palm as Luo Sanpao separated from his martial soul.

A round, pale-purple-furred creature, looking like a cross between a pig and a dog, landed on the ground. It sniffed the ground with its nose, then looked up at Gangzi, its golden eyes full of anticipation.

Luo Sanpao was extremely unique; it was the only detached martial soul on the continent with independent consciousness.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to treat it like a spirit beast; it could even eat food.

Gangzi fed Luo Sanpao a radish while stroking its head.

"Sanpao, help me find Erlong. You still remember her scent, right?"

Luo Sanpao swallowed the last of the radish, blinked its blue eyes, and lowered its head to sniff the ground.

Its nose pressed against the bluestone pavement, sniffing left and right.

Then it lifted its head and ran in a certain direction, Gangzi following closely behind with urgent steps.

Yu Xiaogang followed it, stopping and starting, until they halted in front of a high-end hotel.

Yu Xiaogang's heart sank to the bottom of the abyss. Could it be that Liu Erlong and Gu Qingshan had gone to a hotel?

A man and a woman, in the middle of the night, going to a hotel—could anything good come of this?

Gangzi grew frantic; quite some time had already passed.

Just as he prepared to rush inside to search, Luo Sanpao left the hotel entrance and headed elsewhere.

He let out a sigh of relief; it wasn't the hotel, thank goodness it wasn't the hotel.

After all, Luo Sanpao was not a dog, and its ability to track scents was not that strong. Furthermore, the night wind was heavy, scattering much of the scent.

It could not distinguish between someone passing by and someone staying, and just like that, Gangzi was led astray by Luo Sanpao, wandering further and further away.

Meanwhile, inside a luxurious room in that very hotel, Liu Erlong and Gu Qingshan were watching Gangzi leave from the window.

Liu Erlong gazed in that direction for a long while before finally turning around.

The room was spacious, the floor covered in a thick wool carpet, with a massive heart-shaped bed placed in the center.

The sheets were scattered with vibrant rose petals.

Was this a hotel for couples?

Liu Erlong felt her cheeks burning; she had never been to such a place in all her life.

Gu Qingshan watched Liu Erlong, who was bathed in the moonlight streaming through the window; her skin glowed white under the lunar radiance.

Her backless dress looked even more provocative in the moonlight, her shoulder blades resembling two spread butterfly wings, while her spine formed a shallow ravine that divided her back in two.

That illicit, fiery figure made his breath hitch.

He felt his throat go dry and chewed on a Blue Silver Leaf, the sweet, refreshing taste melting on his tongue, but this time it failed to suppress the fire in his heart.

This is challenging my weak spot!

For some reason, Liu Erlong found Gu Qingshan increasingly pleasing to the eye—young, handsome, and tall, radiating a sense of masculine vigor.

Her gaze gradually grew hazy, and the thin mist of moisture in her pupils deepened.

An hour later, Luo Sanpao had led Gangzi through all the nearby streets, finding absolutely nothing.

Let alone Liu Erlong, it hadn't even found a single strand of her hair.

Yu Xiaogang looked at Luo Sanpao's innocent, bewildered face, and a nameless rage surged violently from his chest.

He picked up Luo Sanpao and gave it a sound thrashing; slap, slap, slap, Luo Sanpao was left teary-eyed, its four short legs kicking wildly in the air.

Sanpao is wronged! It isn't a real dog, after all!

Gangzi was in despair; he could not find Liu Erlong.

Where was she tonight? Was she still with that bastard?

What were they doing right now?

He dared not imagine.

In the end, Gangzi had no choice but to return to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's stronghold in Martial Soul City.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw his second uncle, Yu Luomian, sipping tea contentedly, showing no signs of being drunk at all.

Yu Luomian took one look at Gangzi's dejected expression, offered a mysterious smile, and ignored him entirely.

He had known that Gangzi was going to look for Liu Erlong.

He had feigned drunkenness earlier specifically to create an opportunity for Liu Erlong and Gu Qingshan.

It seemed he hadn't found them, which was just as well—it was fortunate that this good-for-nothing hadn't ruined the good deed.