Your Comb? No, My Comb!

Notting City, eastern district.

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

In a secluded courtyard tucked away from the bustle, rockeries, flowing water, pavilions, and towers—everything was provided.

Su Yun had just used the Pope's Order to pull strings and get the bishop of Notting City's Spirit Hall Branch to clear out this mansion overnight.

There was no helping it. When you had power, you could do whatever you wanted.

"Wow!"

Xiao Wu stood in the middle of the courtyard, still clutching the Red Jade Carrot she had bitten halfway through, her big eyes wide as saucers.

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

Though she was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, she had lived in a cave and slept in a nest of grass in Star Dou Forest.

How could she have ever seen a luxurious, fully furnished mansion from the human world?

The impact was no less than an ancient primitive suddenly moving into Tomson Riviera.

"Mm. It's just a place to stay for now."

Su Yun casually tossed his folding fan to the maid standing nearby, serving him nervously. His tone was indifferent, as though it were a trivial matter.

"Do you like it?"

"I do, I do!"

Xiao Wu nodded as hard as she could, her two rabbit ears nearly blurring with the motion.

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

Su Yun smiled.

He stepped forward and, as naturally as could be, reached out to wipe the bits of carrot 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 her, who had only just taken human form, left Da Ming and Er Ming, and come alone to the human world, that word packed a devastating punch.

She looked at Su Yun's face, so handsome it was almost unfair in the sunlight, and her heart inexplicably skipped a beat.

This big brother was not only handsome and able to give her delicious carrots, but he also knew just what to say.

"Mm!"

Xiao Wu nodded firmly, a radiant smile blooming across her face.

[ Ding! Xiao Wu's affection has risen sharply. Current status: complete trust. ]

[ The host successfully intercepted the "warmth of home" storyline. Tang San's Luck Value -1000. ]

Su Yun was satisfied.

Little rabbit, in the bag.

Night fell.

The bedroom in the courtyard was brightly lit.

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

He had to admit, this Rogue Rabbit was born with an excellent foundation.

Though she was only six, her delicate, doll-like cuteness was irresistible to men and women alike.

Her long scorpion braid was especially lovely. Though it had yet to be tied and hung loose over her shoulders, it gave her a lazy, charming air.

"Brother Su Yun..."

Xiao Wu fidgeted, clutching the hem of her clothes.

Though she was a Rogue Rabbit, men and women were different, after all. Being alone with a young man so late at night felt a little improper.

"Come here."

Su Yun beckoned. Somehow, a delicate comb had appeared in his hand.

He had picked it up while shopping earlier. It wasn't the wooden comb Tang San gave her in the original story, but a Warm Jade Comb worth a fortune.

When it came to style, he had to go all out.

Xiao Wu obediently walked over.

"Your hair's all messy."

Su Yun had her sit on the low stool in front of him. Holding the comb, he gently brushed through her long, silky black hair.

"From now on, whenever there's no one to comb your hair, I'll do it for you."

Su Yun spoke softly.

In the original story, this was one of Tang San's classic lines, the killer move that had won Xiao Wu's heart.

Now it was mine.

I'd walk Tang San's path and leave him nowhere to go.

Xiao Wu's body trembled faintly.

Through the bronze mirror, she watched the boy behind her, his expression focused, and felt a warm current flow from her scalp straight into her heart.

Her mother had told her that only someone closest to a girl could comb her hair.

But he... Xiao Wu only knew that she didn't mind it at all.

"Brother Su Yun, you're so good to me," Xiao Wu murmured.

"That's enough to make you think I'm good to you?"

Su Yun smiled and set down the comb.

"The best is yet to come."

After soothing the little rabbit, he sent her off to bed.

Of course, they slept in separate rooms. Su Yun might have been a lecher, but he wasn't a pervert.

Su Yun returned to his own room. The warmth vanished from his face, replaced by a playful, cold smile.

He took out his Diary and began to write.

How could he let such a heartwarming moment go unrecorded?

And while he was at it, he could give a certain Pope still in Spirit City something to stew over.

[Month X, Day X, night.]

[Moved into the mansion without a hitch. The little rabbit's already been coaxed to sleep.]

[I just combed her hair. Tsk, that feel—it's no joke. No wonder Tang San kept wanting to comb his wife's hair every day, even after becoming a god. Turns out it's addictive.]

[Still, even though today's been satisfying, it hasn't been without its risks.]

[Tang San may be a good-for-nothing, but he's got someone backing him!]

[And I don't just mean that useless Yu Xiaogang. I mean his father, who's hiding in the shadows, drinking himself senseless every day, yet has the strength of a Titled Douluo—Tang Hao!]

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

[After I humiliated Tang San and stole the wife he'd picked out for himself, that old madman must be furious.]

[For all I know, he's crouched on my roof this very moment, holding that giant hammer, ready to hit me with Chaos Cloak.]

[Ah, I'm scared.]

[Even though I have a god-level Martial Soul, I'm only at level twenty. Facing a level-ninety-five Clear Sky Douluo would be like walking straight into a chopping block, wouldn't it?]

[Bibi Dong really takes the cake. She sent me out as bait without even assigning me a decent bodyguard. Chrysanthemum Douluo came along, but he's out in the open while Tang Hao's in the shadows. If I get caught off guard...]

[Wouldn't I die young?]

[What a pity about this handsome face of mine, and the harem dream I haven't had the chance to fulfill.]

[Dong'er, if I die, I won't let you off even as a ghost. I'll haunt the head of your bed every day, watching you sleep, watching you bathe...]

...

Spirit City, Pope Palace.

Smash!

That was the third teacup to meet its end tonight.

Bibi Dong looked at the words about watching her bathe in the Diary. Two red clouds instantly rose on her cheeks, born of both embarrassment and anger.

"Bastard! You're still shameless even after you're dead!"

She cursed him, but the gravity in her eyes refused to fade.

Tang Hao!

That name was like a thorn driven deep into Spirit Hall's heart.

In that battle years ago, Qian Xunji had been badly wounded and Spirit Hall had suffered heavy losses, while Tang Hao's fearsome reputation had been made.

"He's actually in Notting City?"

Bibi Dong stood and paced back and forth through her bedchamber, her skirts fluttering as her mind churned.

If what Su Yun had said was true, then he was indeed in extreme danger.

What kind of man was Tang Hao?

A madman ruthless enough to hammer even the Pope!

Su Yun had humiliated his son and stolen the girl meant to be his daughter-in-law, though they weren't married yet. Would Tang Hao let that go?

"Though that boy has a sharp tongue, he is a Twin Martial Souls user and the future hope of Spirit Hall..."

"And that Hundred-Thousand-Year rabbit is in his hands too."

"If Tang Hao wipes them both out..."

Bibi Dong's eyes turned cold.

Then Spirit Hall would truly lose both the wife and the soldiers!

"No. Su Yun can't die. At least, not yet."

Bibi Dong stopped pacing, a resolute glint flashing in her eyes.

Tang Hao was hiding in the shadows?

Then she would send another "ghost," one even more skilled at killing from the shadows!

"Gui Mei!"

A shadow appeared. Ghost Douluo dropped to one knee.

"Your Excellency."

"Go to Notting City yourself."

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

"Take Elder Ghost Leopard with you."

"Ghost Leopard excels at speed and stealth. Have him protect Su Yun in secret. As for you..."

Killing intent glinted in Bibi Dong's eyes.

"If you discover Tang Hao's whereabouts, don't alert him. Keep him under close watch!"

"And..."

Bibi Dong paused. She remembered the part in the Diary where Su Yun had combed Xiao Wu's hair, and for some reason, a sour feeling stirred in her heart.

That little brat was so gentle even when combing a rabbit's hair?

"Tell Su Yun to focus on cultivation! He'd better stop thinking about combing a rabbit's hair all day! If he lets it interfere with his training, I'll hold him responsible!"

Gui Mei was utterly bewildered.

Combing hair?

What combing hair?

But he didn't dare ask. He could only bow and accept the order before vanishing in a wisp of black smoke.

Bibi Dong sat back down and gazed at the night outside the window, her fingers lightly tapping the Diary.

"Tang Hao..."

"If you dare touch one of my people..."

"This time, we'll settle old and new grudges together!"

Notting City, courtyard.

Su Yun finished writing in his Diary, yawned, and was just about to go to sleep.

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

It was very soft, but in the stillness of the night, it was perfectly audible.

Su Yun's eyes narrowed. He abruptly sat up.

He's here?

That old madman Tang Hao had really come?

He instinctively gripped the Pope's Order beneath his pillow, his palm slick with cold sweat.

This Diary business really was a thrill ride!

Dong'er, if your people don't get here soon, your adorable disciple is going to end up as a meat pancake!