Young Master~ Need a bed-warming service? (Seeking reads!)

"Spare me, My Lord! Spare me!"

Luo Bu dropped to his knees with a heavy thud, weeping and begging for mercy as his body trembled violently like a sieve in the wind.

"Spare me..."

Mo Cheng was also terrified, his face as pale as parchment. He collapsed onto the ground, pressing his body tightly against the earth while slamming his forehead down until it bled.

In Mo Cheng's eyes, although the young man before him was still quite young, his methods were ruthless and his strength was unfathomable.

If he could set aside his dignity now and give the other party enough face, perhaps there was still a glimmer of hope to save his life.

As long as he could survive...

He gritted his teeth in secret, vowing that once he returned, he would definitely find an opportunity to avenge today's humiliation.

"Qing Lin..."

Xiao Fan watched this scene quietly before suddenly speaking up out of the blue.

"Yes!"

Qing Lin responded crisply.

"I will teach you a second lesson..."

Xiao Fan said, enunciating every word clearly.

"What is it, Young Master?"

Qing Lin looked up, her eyes filled with focus.

"When cutting weeds, you must pull out the roots! Since you have provoked them, you must kill them all without leaving a trace!"

Xiao Fan's gaze was like a torch, fixed firmly on the people kneeling and begging for mercy, his eyes overflowing with killing intent.

"Otherwise, if they go back and bring reinforcements, the old ones will come after the young ones are beaten, and it will be nothing but a nuisance..."

Of course, there was one thing he didn't say.

If one were to encounter someone with great destiny and fail to cut the weeds at the root, allowing them to escape, it would be a case of failing to kill the snake and suffering the consequences later.

However, that was a low-probability event after all; even if such a situation were to arise, This Emperor would simply slap them to death.

"Do you remember?"

Xiao Fan's voice suddenly deepened.

"I remember!"

Qing Lin nodded vigorously and responded loudly.

"Hahahaha! Xiao Fan is right! Once you provoke an enemy, you must kill them all!"

Xiao Li burst into loud laughter, the sound filled with an unprecedented sense of relief.

He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes full of excitement; the frustration that had been pent up in his heart for so long seemed to gush out like a flood at this very moment.

These sworn enemies were finally going to be gone! How could he not be excited?

As for those kneeling on the ground, they felt a bone-chilling cold shoot from the soles of their feet straight to their skulls—it was the terror of death.

"You little bas—"

Knowing his life was nearing its end, Luo Bu suddenly raised his head, his eyes splitting with rage, wanting to let out a torrent of abuse to vent the malice in his heart. But before the words could leave his mouth, Xiao Fan's expression turned cold as he made a casual gesture.

In an instant, the clouds and winds in the sky shifted, and a massive palm covering the heavens descended with the momentum of a crashing sea.

The wind howled like ghosts and wailed like wolves; the ground shook violently, and sand and stones swept through the air as if the end of the world had arrived.

With a deafening boom, everyone from the Sand Iron Mercenary Group, including Mo Cheng, was instantly swallowed by this terrifying power.

A massive crater was smashed into the ground, and the surrounding earth cracked and splintered.

Fissures spread outward in all directions like hideous, giant pythons.

Xiao Ding and the members of the Desert Iron Mercenary Group witnessed this astonishing scene.

They were all left speechless, their faces filled with expressions of utter disbelief.

"C-Captain, who exactly is your clansman?"

One member asked with a trembling voice, his tone filled with awe and shock.

"Why is he so powerful..."

Another person muttered to himself.

"Me? I don't know either..."

Xiao Ding shook his head with a bitter smile, his face full of helplessness and emotion.

He stared at the deep crater, feeling that his understanding of this clansman was far too little.

This display of power... was he already a Dou Wang?

No... a Dou Wang wouldn't be this formidable. Could it be that he is a Dou Huang?

Hiss...

Xiao Ding gasped, drawing in a sharp breath.

"Young Master is an incredibly powerful existence! He once wiped out all the bad guys on an entire planet with just a single palm!"

Hearing the crowd's discussion, Qing Lin immediately lifted her chin and spoke loudly with pride.

Clearly, the story Xiao Fan had told her last night was being used as a bragging point, and she couldn't wait to share it.

"So... so amazing!"

Although the crowd didn't quite understand what a "planet" was.

Judging by Qing Lin's description and the terrifying strength Xiao Fan had just displayed, they all felt it must be a form of immense power.

Consequently, they all wore expressions of awe.

[Ding! The crowd is thoroughly convinced by your deeds. Bragging Points +5000!]

The corners of Xiao Fan's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a faint, imperceptible smile.

He hadn't expected this little maid to be so good at playing the hype-man; it seemed she might prove very useful in the future.

"I'll leave the rest to you all..."

Xiao Fan turned to look at Xiao Ding and the others, his tone as calm as water, as if everything that had just happened was nothing more than a trivial matter.

"No problem, Xiao Fan, go get some rest..."

Xiao Ding laughed heartily, the gloom in his heart swept away.

Not only had they successfully resolved the crisis today, but he had also witnessed the formidable strength of his clansman.

He couldn't help but start envisioning a future where the Desert Iron Mercenary Group might seize this opportunity to rise to power.

Xiao Fan yawned and stretched, then sauntered slowly toward the living quarters.

Qing Lin followed closely behind him like a little tail.

Some members of the Desert Iron Mercenary Group watched this scene with complex expressions, muttering in low voices, "That girl Qing Lin really picked the right person to follow..."

"Indeed..."

"Do you think if I went to follow him now..."

A female mercenary who considered herself quite attractive spoke up.

"Hmph! Don't even think about it; that's what she deserves..."

Xiao Li snorted coldly, his tone laced with disdain, instantly shattering the fantasies of those around him.

Upon hearing this, the crowd lowered their heads and fell silent.

Xiao Fan returned to his quarters and pushed open the door to his room.

Before he could even step inside, a petite figure darted past him like lightning and rushed in first.

"Hm? What are you doing?"

Xiao Fan frowned, grabbing Qing Lin and lifting her up as if she were a little chick.

Qing Lin flailed wildly in the air, her smooth little legs kicking incessantly, but she couldn't break free from Xiao Fan's grip.

"You-Young Master, the desert nights are very cold! A maid's most important duty is to warm your bed!"

Qing Lin's face flushed bright red as she explained eagerly, looking both adorable and ridiculous.

Hearing this, Xiao Fan felt his vision go dark, and he nearly lost his footing. Without a word, he tossed Qing Lin outside and slammed the door shut with a heavy "bang."

Feeling that wasn't secure enough, he casually set up a defensive barrier to ensure there would be no mishaps.

Bang, bang, bang!

A series of urgent, short knocks came from outside the door.

Qing Lin's voice drifted through the wood: "Young Master~ Young... Master! Let me warm your bed!"

"Otherwise, the blankets will be so cold..."

Her voice carried a hint of coquettishness mixed with persistence, making one feel both annoyed and amused.

Unfortunately, Xiao Fan was already lying on the soft bed, turning a deaf ear to the sounds outside.

He yawned, rolled over, and quickly drifted into a deep sleep.

Outside, Qing Lin knocked for a long while, but seeing that Xiao Fan showed no reaction, she finally gave up in frustration.

She turned around, huffing, and headed toward her own small room.

The moonlight spilled over her, illuminating the gentle rise and fall of her budding chest; it was clear she was quite angry.

"Young Master is so mean..."

Qing Lin muttered to herself as she walked, her indignant expression suggesting she had suffered a great grievance.

She was only trying to fulfill her duties as a maid.

The maids in those great families all did this, so why couldn't she?

If she didn't do this, would Young Master stop wanting her?

Qing Lin looked back every few steps, her little head filled with all sorts of worries...