Gangzi Sheds Tears

Inside the room, Yu Xiaogang watched that burly figure depart.

The sound of the door closing echoed in his ears.

He clutched his already deformed iron underpants to his chest.

No one had ever told him that boys needed to protect themselves when they were out and about.

Silent tear tracks traced lines down his face.

After closing the door, Cuihua headed in the direction of the Saintess Hall.

She hadn't been gone from there for long, so she assumed the Saintess was still there; she only needed to report the situation to her.

She had originally held Yu Xiaogang in high regard, but the reality of the situation left her unable to help but click her tongue.

He wasn't just generally weak; he gave her the exact same feeling as a eunuch.

"Your Highness!"

Lu Mingchuan felt the domain covering his body with a look of helplessness; he really didn't need to be like this Bibi Dong character.

Suddenly, Cuihua's voice rang out, causing him to look up involuntarily.

Didn't this Cuihua just pack up Yu Xiaogang and take him away? How was she back so soon?

[Warrior, have you finished enjoying your Gangzi?]

[I didn't expect the persona Gangzi wanted to build would be shattered directly by you. He is no longer the pure, unsullied Master who keeps away from women.]

[But so fast? You didn't let Yu Xiaogang run away, did you?]

Bibi Dong stared intently at Cuihua upon hearing this.

She didn't care if Cuihua had her own selfish motives, as long as the goal was achieved in the end, it was fine.

But if she let Yu Xiaogang escape, she could go raise pigs at the Soul Beast Farm.

Why did the Saintess's gaze suddenly feel so oppressive?

Cuihua, standing outside the domain like a mountain, scratched the flesh on her face.

But she still honestly reported her situation.

After listening to Cuihua's words, Lu Mingchuan and Tang Yuehua both looked at Bibi Dong with strange expressions.

That guy ended up that useless—you didn't kick him, did you?

Based on Yu Xiaogang's psychological state back then, there should have been absolutely nothing wrong with his body.

Bibi Dong guiltily averted her eyes; if he was useless, he was useless—what did that have to do with her?

Besides.

The one who kicked him was yesterday's self; what did that have to do with today's self?

"Don't look at me, focus on your meditation."

Bibi Dong reminded the two of them of what they were currently doing.

Her reputation outside was that of the pure and sweet Saintess of Spirit Hall; how could she possibly be the kind of woman who would do such a thing?

Lu Mingchuan looked at Cuihua curiously: "Then where did Yu Xiaogang go? Remember not to let him die in our Spirit Hall; it would have a bad influence."

Gangzi performed so trashily.

This actually made Lu Mingchuan doubt the effect of the destiny halo a little.

The System had many interesting identity side-quests; if he kicked the bucket, would he still have a chance to experience them?

Could it be that he would have to find characters like Tang Hao or Tang San to act them out?

Gangzi, if you leave, who else will be this much fun, and who else will amuse me?

Cuihua nodded in assurance.

"Rest assured, Young Master Lu, I will... enjoy him for a while longer before letting him go. I definitely won't harm his life."

Although she said that with her mouth.

Cuihua's heart was already streaming with tears; although she was somewhat disgusted by Yu Xiaogang's performance in that regard, she was also one of those truly conquered by Yu Xiaogang's talent.

To just let him go like this, she really felt a bit reluctant.

"What, have you fallen for him?" Bibi Dong looked at her female disciple with amusement, stating a reason that even she found incredibly absurd.

How could that be? Who would fall for such a slovenly person?

Unexpectedly, Cuihua nodded shyly.

"Then how about I just let you marry Yu Xiaogang?" Lu Mingchuan made a suggestion to Cuihua.

He wanted to see if she was willing.

Hearing the suggestion from Lu Mingchuan opposite her, Cuihua shook her head rapidly: "Eh, Young Master Lu, don't say such things."

"A mission is a mission, and feelings are feelings. How could I possibly conflate the two... Saintess, you must believe me, I really did bring that Yu Xiaogang to heel with one big sit."

This attempt to avoid suspicion earned her silent praise from Lu Mingchuan.

"Dongzi, this Cuihua is truly a talent!"

"It's a pity her life was stolen by you."

Upon hearing that Cuihua was a talent, Bibi Dong nodded to herself; wasn't someone like Cuihua exactly the kind of subordinate she wanted?

But when she heard the following words, her face darkened. What did he mean by a life stolen by her?

Was he suggesting that the position of Spirit Hall Saintess should have belonged to Cuihua?

Tang Yuehua, standing to the side, also felt a sense of longing for Cuihua.

She was, after all, in the process of establishing the Yuehua Chamber of Commerce.

If such a talent were in her hands, she would have no trouble expanding and strengthening her influence.

"In this Douluo Continent full of villains, Dongzi, you should count as one of those at the very top of the tower."

"There probably aren't many good people around."

"The more ink and brush, the more evil the person; that's not just a saying."

"It would be fine for you to be the Pope of Spirit Hall, but if you have one of your episodes, that's a different story."

An episode?

Tang Yuehua silently scanned Bibi Dong in front of her.

How could she not know that this Spirit Hall Saintess had an illness?

Could it be that Bibi Dong had hidden it so deeply that no one understood her?

Recalling previous events, Tang Yuehua pointed at her own temple while looking at Lu Mingchuan.

Is there a problem here?

Lu Mingchuan gave a thumbs-up directly where Bibi Dong couldn't see.

"Damn, as expected of the slightly intelligent Tang Yuehua, she got my point immediately. That's right, it's exactly what you're thinking."

Bibi Dong, who had been in the middle of assigning tasks to Cuihua, paused for a few seconds.

What kind of mischief were those two pulling behind her back? What were they saying that couldn't be let known to her?

She was extremely curious about what they were discussing, but she couldn't show any cracks on the surface.

"Saintess, what's wrong? Where should Yu Xiaogang be assigned?" Cuihua reminded the distracted Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong, feeling flustered and annoyed, simply waved her hand. "Just keep that guy Yu Xiaogang for one more night, then get him out of my sight as quickly as possible."

Cuihua's eyes lit up as she looked at her and shouted with full vigor.

"Understood!"

With that, her massive frame hurried off toward her room.

Bibi Dong watched her retreating back and sneered to herself.

Now it was time to deal with you, Tang Yuehua.

This woman was truly not simple. She had thought it was just a normal teacher-student relationship, but she hadn't expected them to be so intimate.

The two of them were actually mocking her right behind her back.

If she hadn't been able to hear the most authentic side of Lu Mingchuan's heart, she might have been deceived by this fellow.

Exposing her calves like that—who was she trying to seduce?

Bibi Dong was very displeased with Tang Yuehua; she was the only one who could hear his inner voice, and that made her existence unique.

"I know of a place in Spirit City that has excellent rouge and powder; it has a very obvious effect on enhancing one's appearance. Would Sister Yuehua like to go and try it?"

To be honest, Bibi Dong didn't know if Tang Yuehua was older or younger than her, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that she couldn't let her tone or address be inferior to hers.

"Oh... is that so?"