Your Comb? No, My Comb!

Notting City, East District.

This was the wealthy district, where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold.

In a secluded villa tucked away from the bustle, there were rockeries, flowing water, pavilions, and towers—everything one could ask for.

This residence was one that Su Yun had secured just moments ago by flashing the Pope's Order, forcing the bishop of the Notting City Spirit Hall branch to vacate it overnight.

There was no helping it; having power meant being able to do whatever one pleased.

"Wow!"

Xiao Wu stood in the center of the courtyard, clutching the half-eaten Red Jade Carrot in her hand, her large eyes wide with wonder.

"Brother Su Yun, is this your home too?"

Although she was a hundred-thousand-year-old spirit beast, she had lived in caves and slept in grass nests back in the Star Dou Forest.

Where had she ever seen such a finely decorated mansion in the human world?

The impact was no less than a primitive human suddenly moving into Tomson Riviera.

"Mm, just a place to stay for now."

Su Yun tossed his folding fan to the trembling maidservant waiting nearby, his tone indifferent, as if this were merely a trivial matter.

"Do you like it?"

"I do, I do!"

Xiao Wu nodded frantically, her two rabbit ears blurring with the motion.

"It's ten thousand times better than that stinky Dorm Seven!"

Su Yun smiled.

He stepped forward and, with extreme naturalness, reached out to wipe the carrot crumbs from the corner of Xiao Wu's mouth.

"If you like it, then stay."

"From now on, this is your home."

Xiao Wu froze for a moment.

Home?

For someone who had just transformed, left Da Ming and Er Ming, and arrived in the human world all alone, this word carried far too much emotional weight.

She looked at Su Yun's face, which was unfairly handsome under the sunlight, and her heart skipped a beat for no reason.

This brother was not only handsome and had delicious carrots, but he also spoke so sweetly.

"Mm!"

Xiao Wu nodded heavily, a brilliant smile blooming on her face.

[Ding! Xiao Wu's favorability has increased significantly. Current status: Extreme Trust.] [Host has successfully intercepted the "Warmth of Home" plot. Tang San's Luck Value -1000.]

Su Yun was satisfied.

Little rabbit, captured.

Night fell.

Inside the villa's bedroom, the lamps were burning bright.

Su Yun sat on a rosewood chair, watching Xiao Wu, who had just finished bathing and changed into a clean pink dress.

One had to admit, this hooligan rabbit had a truly excellent foundation.

Although she was only six, that porcelain-like cuteness was simply lethal to both men and women.

Especially that long scorpion braid; even though it wasn't styled yet and hung loose over her shoulders, it exuded a lazy, aesthetic beauty.

"Brother Su Yun..."

Xiao Wu clutched the hem of her dress, feeling somewhat uneasy.

Although she was a hooligan rabbit, there was a difference between men and women after all; being alone together in the middle of the night was, in the end, not quite right.

"Come here."

Su Yun beckoned, a delicate comb appearing in his hand at some point.

He had bought it on a whim while strolling through the market earlier. While it wasn't the wooden comb Tang San gave her in the original story, it was a priceless Warm Jade Comb.

When it came to style, he had to nail it.

Xiao Wu obediently walked over.

"Your hair is messy."

Su Yun had her sit on a low stool in front of him, and with the comb in hand, he gently began to groom her long, dark, silky hair.

"In the future, whenever there is no one to comb your hair, I will do it for you."

Su Yun said softly.

This sentence, in the original work, was Tang San's classic line, a surefire way to win Xiao Wu's heart.

Now, it's mine.

I'll walk Tang San's path and leave him with no path to walk.

Xiao Wu's body trembled slightly.

Through the bronze mirror, she looked at the focused young man behind her, feeling a warm current flow from the top of her head all the way to her heart.

Mom said that only the closest people could comb a girl's hair.

But him, Xiao Wu only knew that she didn't reject him in her heart.

"Brother Su Yun, you're so kind."

Xiao Wu murmured.

"Is that it?"

Su Yun smiled and put down the comb.

"There's more kindness coming your way."

After settling the little rabbit and telling her to go to sleep obediently.

Of course, they would sleep in separate rooms. Su Yun, though a pervert, was not a psychopath.

Su Yun returned to his room, the gentleness on his face instantly vanishing, replaced by a playful cold smile.

He took out his diary and picked up his pen, dipping it in ink.

How could he not record this warm moment?

By the way, he'd stir up some trouble for a certain Pope still in Spirit City.

[Year X, Month X, Day X, Night.]

[Successfully moved into the mansion, the little rabbit has been coaxed to sleep.]

[Just combed her hair, tsk, the feel of it, truly top-notch. No wonder that kid Tang San, even after becoming a god, thought about combing his wife's hair every day. Turns out it's addictive.]

[However, although today's events were satisfying, they weren't without risks.]

[That Tang San, though a good-for-nothing, has people backing him!]

[I'm not just talking about that trash Yu Xiaogang, but his father who hides in the dark, constantly drinking, yet possesses the strength of a Titled Douluo—Tang Hao!]

[If I remember correctly, Tang Hao should be hiding in some dark corner of Notting City right now, secretly observing his son.]

[Today, I humiliated Tang San so much and stole his intended wife, that old lunatic must be furious, right?]

[Perhaps he's now holding that big hammer, squatting on my roof, preparing to give me a 'Violent Wind' attack.]

[Sigh, I'm scared.]

[Although I have a god-level spirit, I'm only level twenty. Facing a level ninety-five Clear Sky Douluo, isn't that just asking to be served on a platter?]

[Bibi Dong, that woman, is really something, sending me out as bait without assigning me a stronger bodyguard. Chrysanthemum Douluo is here, but he's in the open while Tang Hao is in the shadows. What if I'm ambushed...]

[Wouldn't I die young?]

[What a waste of my handsome face, and my harem dream that hasn't yet come true.]

[Dong'er, if I die, I won't let you off even as a ghost. I'll float by your bedside every day, watching you sleep, watching you bathe...]

Spirit City, Pope Palace.

Smash!

This was the third teacup sacrificed tonight.

Bibi Dong looked at the line in the diary about watching her bathe, and two red clouds instantly flew to her cheeks, a mix of shame and anger.

"You scoundrel! Still not proper even in death!"

She cursed, but the solemnity in her eyes couldn't be dispelled.

Tang Hao!

That name was like a thorn, deeply embedded in the heart of Spirit Hall.

That battle back then, Qian Xunji was severely injured, Spirit Hall suffered heavy losses, and it cemented Tang Hao's formidable reputation.

"He's actually in Notting City?"

Bibi Dong stood up and paced back and forth in her chambers, her skirt swirling, revealing her inner turmoil.

If Su Yun was telling the truth, then his current situation was indeed extremely dangerous.

Who was Tang Hao?

He was a ruthless man who dared to hammer the Pope when he went mad!

Su Yun had humiliated his son and stolen his son's wife (even though she wasn't married yet). Could Tang Hao tolerate this?

"Although this brat has a foul mouth, he is, after all, a twin-spirit user and the future hope of Spirit Hall..."

"Furthermore, that hundred-thousand-year-old rabbit is also in his hands."

"If Tang Hao were to wipe them both out in one go..."

Bibi Dong's eyes turned icy.

Then Spirit Hall would truly have suffered a double loss!

"No, Su Yun cannot die. At least, not yet."

Bibi Dong stopped in her tracks, a flash of resolve crossing her eyes.

Tang Hao is in the shadows?

Then This Seat shall send another 'Ghost' even more adept at killing in the dark!

"Gui Mei!"

A black shadow emerged, and Ghost Douluo knelt on one knee.

"Your Excellency."

"You are to go to Notting City yourself."

Bibi Dong's voice was as cold as a blade.

"Take Elder Ghost Leopard with you."

"Ghost Leopard excels in speed and concealment; have him protect Su Yun from the shadows. As for you..."

Bibi Dong's murderous intent was fully exposed:

"If you discover Tang Hao's tracks, do not alert him. Keep a death grip on him for This Seat!"

"And one more thing..."

Bibi Dong paused, recalling the scene from the diary where Su Yun was brushing Xiao Wu's hair, and for some reason, she felt a twinge of bitterness in her heart.

This little brat, being so gentle just to brush a rabbit's hair?

"Tell Su Yun to focus all his energy on cultivation! Stop thinking about brushing a rabbit's hair all day! If he neglects his training, This Seat will hold him solely responsible!"

Gui Mei was completely bewildered.

Brushing hair?

What brushing hair?

But he dared not ask, so he could only lower his head to accept the order, dissolving into a wisp of black smoke.

Bibi Dong sat back down in her chair, gazing at the night sky outside the window, her fingers tapping lightly against the diary.

"Tang Hao..."

"If you dare to touch my people..."

"This time, we shall settle all old and new grudges together!"

Notting City, private residence.

Su Yun finished writing in his diary, let out a yawn, and was just preparing to sleep.

Suddenly, a faint sound of a roof tile cracking came from outside the window.

Although it was very soft, it was still clearly audible in the silence of the night.

Su Yun's eyes narrowed, and he sat up abruptly.

Is he here?

That old madman Tang Hao, did he really come?

He instinctively gripped the Pope's Order hidden under his pillow, a layer of cold sweat seeping into his palms.

This diary-writing life is a real heart-stopper!

Dong'er, if your people don't arrive soon, your adorable disciple is really going to end up as a meat patty!