Moonlight, Maid, Massacre

Xiao Wu stood with her arms crossed, looking down from above in a certain direction. Her gaze was calm, yet it carried a pressure that sent chills down one's spine.

Several agile black shadows soon appeared atop the courtyard wall.

Then, they all came to an abrupt stop.

Because they saw a scene that absolutely should not have been here.

Above the young master's courtyard floated a woman.

A woman dressed in a maid outfit.

A woman so beautiful she seemed inhuman... like a fairy!

Clearly, she had done nothing.

She merely stood in the air and coldly swept them a glance.

Yet that single glance made these Soul Kings, who had lived with blades at their throats, feel as though they had fallen into an icy abyss.

It was as if an invisible blade had already been pressed against their throats.

The black-robed man at the lead forcibly suppressed the trembling in his heart, gritted his teeth, and asked:

"Who are you? Why are you in the Jiang Family in the middle of the night?"

His voice trembled violently, though he did not notice it himself.

Xiao Wu tilted her head, then revealed a "gentle" smile.

Beneath the moonlight, that exquisitely beautiful face was so stunning it seemed capable of making heaven and earth fall for it.

"Me?"

Her voice was soft and sweet, carrying a trace of lazy sweetness.

"As you can see, I'm a maid."

"A maid?"

The black-robed men exchanged glances, completely baffled.

What kind of maid floated above the courtyard in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?

Yet she really was wearing a maid outfit.

Xiao Wu's smile did not change, but a faint chill gradually surfaced in her pink eyes.

"I am Young Master Jiang Ziming's maid."

She spoke softly, her tone as gentle as if she were greeting a neighbor.

"Since you had the nerve to come assassinate him, then you should have... prepared yourselves to be torn to pieces and damned for all eternity, right?"

As the last word fell, the corners of her lips curled upward slightly.

That smile was so sweet it could melt one's bones.

Yet the black-robed men felt as if their blood had frozen solid.

An overwhelmingly powerful killing intent, enough to nearly tear their souls apart, descended from all directions!

They had no doubt that this woman meant every word.

She truly would tear them to pieces!

"Attack!"

The leading black-robed man growled through gritted teeth.

There was no turning back now!

All five released their martial souls at once!

In an instant, multicolored light burst through the night. The five Soul Kings, each with different soul ring configurations, unleashed their full might in an attempt to break through that terrifying pressure.

However, in the next moment.

Xiao Wu moved.

She did not even take a step.

She merely raised her right hand gently.

The first soul ring rose beneath her feet.

Purple.

The black-robed men's pupils suddenly contracted.

Purple?

Her first soul ring... was purple?

How was that possible?!

Before they could react, the second soul ring rose.

Purple.

The fifth ring.

Black!

The sixth ring.

Red!

The ninth ring.

Red!

Purple! Purple! Purple! Purple! Black! Red! Black! Red! Red!

Nine soul rings appeared neatly around Xiao Wu, shining brilliantly beneath the moonlight.

A pressure capable of destroying heaven and earth descended with a roar!

The air above the courtyard seemed to freeze at that very moment.

The black-robed men stood rigidly in place, their pupils widened to the limit. Their lips trembled, but they could not utter a single sound.

Their minds were blank.

A Titled Douluo!!!

And a Titled Douluo with an utterly absurd soul ring configuration!

Among those nine rings were three red soul rings!

Those were hundred-thousand-year soul rings...

Hundred-thousand-year soul rings they had only ever heard of in legends.

Yet at this very moment, they surrounded a woman dressed as a maid.

Impossible!

This was absolutely impossible!

Since when did the young master have a maid at the level of a Titled Douluo by his side?

Unfortunately, they would never learn the answer in this lifetime.

Xiao Wu looked at their expressions of shattered worldviews and sighed softly.

"Sorry, but so as not to disturb the young master's rest, I'd like to... keep the noise to a minimum."

Her voice remained gentle.

Then, she gently clenched her raised right hand.

There was not even the glow of a soul skill.

An immense, suffocating surge of soul power spread soundlessly, completely sealing off the space above the courtyard.

The black-robed men did not even have time to let out a scream.

Their bodies were as though seized by an invisible giant hand, crushed inch by inch from the outside inward.

There was no scene of blood splattering or flesh flying.

Only silent annihilation quietly bloomed!

In the end, not even a speck of dust remained.

The night breeze swept past.

Xiao Wu withdrew her hand, patted the nonexistent dust from her skirt, and nodded in satisfaction.

Then her figure flashed, and she silently returned beneath the covers.

Her movements were as light as a cat that had stolen some dried fish.

Just as the girl lay down, the boy beside her drowsily turned over and rubbed his eyes.

"Xiao Wu? What's wrong?"

His voice was sleepy and unclear.

Xiao Wu hurriedly reached out and gently held his hand, using her other hand to tuck in the corner of his blanket.

That gentle, obedient smile returned to her face.

As if the Titled Douluo who had crushed five Soul Kings to death with a flick of her hand had not been her at all.

"It's nothing, Master."

She murmured sweetly.

"Go to sleep."

Jiang Ziming gave a groggy "Mm," turned over, and quickly fell back into a deep sleep.

Lying on her side, Xiao Wu quietly watched the boy's peaceful sleeping face, the corners of her lips lifting slightly.

Then she closed her eyes, snuggled a little closer to him, and peacefully entered the land of dreams.

Under the moonlight, the courtyard was utterly silent.

As if nothing had happened tonight.

Morning.

Crisp birdsong woke Jiang Ziming from his dreams.

He opened his tired eyes. Morning light streamed through the window into the room, spreading a warm golden glow across the floor.

Then he heard a faint rustling sound beside him.

The boy rubbed his eyes and curiously looked to his side.

The girl in the maid outfit had her back to him, kneeling at the edge of the bed in a duck-sitting posture.

Her slender calves rested naturally behind her, and the morning light shone upon her soft toes wrapped in black stockings, giving them a moist, lustrous sheen.

Under the sunlight, her soft, delicate body appeared even more exquisite and curvaceous.

But something seemed off with Xiao Wu.

One hand covered her waist while the other covered the top of her head. Her movements looked extremely stiff, as if she were hiding something she could not let anyone see.

"Xiao Wu, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Jiang Ziming could not help asking.

"Eek!"

Xiao Wu jumped in fright, her delicate body trembling slightly. She cautiously turned half her head, revealing a lovely, fair, tender profile.

"M-Master..."

Her gorgeous pink eyes trembled faintly, seemingly filled with unease and panic, like a child caught after doing something wrong.

Jiang Ziming yawned and sat up.

"Don't be nervous. Just tell me if something's wrong."

Blushing, Xiao Wu hesitated for a long while before finally seeming to make up her mind. She moved both hands away from behind her and from above her head.

The next second, a shocking sight appeared.

A pair of fluffy rabbit ears had actually emerged from Xiao Wu's soft, beautiful pink hair.

Snow-white fur and pink inner ears glowed softly in the morning light, twitching gently with her breathing.

And below her waist, a tiny, adorable rabbit tail like a puff of cotton candy rested beneath the hem of her maid skirt, trembling faintly with her movements.