Little Brother, Do You Want a Wife?

A secluded dirt road.

Huo Yuhao carried a coarse cloth bag on his back, his pace quick and steady.

Inside the bag were only two sets of worn-out clothes and a few coins, weighing almost nothing. This was all the wealth he had managed to save during his eight years at the White Tiger Duke's Estate.

Just yesterday, his love-struck mother had finally passed away.

Huo Yuhao did not actually feel much sorrow in his heart; instead, he felt as if an invisible shackle had shattered, leaving him feeling light and unburdened.

In truth, he was a transmigrator.

In his previous life, while strolling down the street, he had an intimate encounter with a Dayun semi-truck. When he opened his eyes again, he was an infant in swaddling clothes.

For these past eight years, he had wanted more than once to take his mother away from that wretched White Tiger Duke's Estate.

But that woman was stubborn, as if brainwashed, insisting on waiting for Dai Hao to return.

As a mere child, Huo Yuhao had been helpless and had simply endured for eight years.

When his mother died yesterday, he did not shed a single tear, handling the funeral arrangements with complete composure.

He was a transmigrator, after all.

He still possessed the mysterious Heavenly Creation Cauldron.

Once he became a god in the future, he could simply resurrect his mother.

The only thing he wanted to do now was to run away as fast as he could, getting as far as possible from the troubled lands of the Star Luo Empire.

He had run for about two miles.

Huo Yuhao stopped to wipe the fine beads of sweat from his forehead.

Although his level ten Soul Power was not weak for his age, he was still just an eight-year-old boy, and his physical stamina had its limits.

Just as he was preparing to find a shady spot to drink some water, the grass ahead suddenly rustled.

Immediately after, two middle-aged men darted out from behind the tree trunks, blocking the path on both the left and right.

Huo Yuhao became instantly vigilant.

He retreated half a step without a sound, sizing up the two men before him.

They wore ordinary coarse linen clothes, but their exposed arms were packed with muscle, and their stances were rock-solid; they were definitely not common civilians.

Could the Duchess have discovered his escape and sent assassins to silence him?

Thinking of this, Huo Yuhao silently channeled his Soul Power, gathering it in his eyes as his Spirit Eyes martial soul quietly activated.

If the situation turned dire, he would run immediately, while mentally calculating how to use the Heavenly Creation Cauldron to block a blade.

The man on the left looked Huo Yuhao up and down several times before pulling a portrait from his bosom.

He looked at the portrait, then back at Huo Yuhao.

Finally, he nodded with great certainty.

"It's him."

Hearing this, the man on the right took a large step forward.

Huo Yuhao's heart jumped into his throat. He took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and prepared to fight for his life.

Yet, he saw the man suddenly grin, rub his hands together, and reveal what he clearly thought was a very friendly smile.

"Little friend, do you want a wife?"

Huo Yuhao: ?

His nerves, which had been stretched to the breaking point, suddenly snapped.

He stared at the two men in front of him, completely bewildered.

What the hell?

A wife?

Huo Yuhao carefully searched his memories of the original work from his past life, but he could not recall any such absurd plot point occurring when he first left the village at eight years old.

Could there be human traffickers on this Douluo Continent?

Wasn't this business model a bit too extreme? Giving away wives right off the bat?

"Two uncles."

Huo Yuhao swallowed, trying his best to make his voice sound calm.

"I am only an eight-year-old child."

"That's fine, you can take her back and raise her slowly," the man on the left replied earnestly.

Huo Yuhao's mouth twitched.

What absolute perverts.

"No thank you."

Huo Yuhao refused decisively, tightening the small cloth bag on his shoulder.

"I'm a bachelor by choice, I have no interest in a wife."

Having said that, he turned around without hesitation, preparing to take a side path to go around them.

He couldn't stay in this place; these two were definitely out of their minds.

However, the very moment he turned around.

A sharp, violent pain suddenly struck the back of his head.

"What the..."

Huo Yuhao's vision went black, his entire body lurched forward, and he collapsed directly to the ground.

In the final second before his consciousness faded, he discovered with horror that there was actually a third middle-aged man standing behind him, holding a wooden club as thick as a bowl.

No sense of honor!

There was a damn camper pulling a sneak attack!

"Done."

The third middle-aged man tossed the wooden club aside.

The three of them exchanged glances and skillfully pulled a massive black burlap sack from their robes.

"Move quickly, the young lady is still waiting for us at the border."

"Third brother, you were a bit heavy-handed, don't go and make him stupid." The man on the left muttered quietly while holding the sack open.

"This is an honored guest the young lady specifically instructed us to bring back; if we damage his head, we're all finished."

"Relax, I pulled my punch, he'll sleep for a few days and nights at most."

The three of them made quick work of it, stuffing Huo Yuhao into the sack, hoisting him onto their shoulders, and vanishing into the woods in a flash.

He did not know how much time had passed.

In a room decorated with extreme warmth.

Huo Yuhao slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as he woke up, a stinging pain from the back of his head spread through his entire body; even the slightest movement felt like being pricked by needles.

"Sss..."

He drew a sharp breath, reaching up to touch the back of his head.

Good grief, a huge lump had swollen up.

Those damn human traffickers were truly ruthless; he didn't believe they could have that level of proficiency without having knocked out a hundred people before.

Huo Yuhao cursed them in his heart, then began to observe his surroundings with vigilance.

The room was large, with an exquisite Soul Tool chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

The bed beneath him was soft to the extreme, incomparable to the hard wooden bed in the woodshed of the White Tiger Duke's Estate.

The air was also filled with a faint, fresh fragrance.

It smelled a bit like Ju Zi.

So... had he been sold to some wealthy family to be a child husband?

Huo Yuhao braced himself, struggling to sit up.

"You're awake."

A crisp voice suddenly came from the side.

Huo Yuhao's heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head to look in a hurry.

On a chair not far from the bed sat a young girl.

The girl had shoulder-length black hair, delicate features, and a somewhat slender, fragile frame, wearing a clean and elegant dress.

Although she looked to be at most ten years old, for some reason, Huo Yuhao felt a sense of dissonance in her temperament.

She was too quiet.

Especially in the moment he had turned to look at her, he seemed to have caught a glimpse of a sharpness and world-weariness in her eyes that did not belong to her age.

But it had only lasted for a second.

He must have seen it wrong, right?

At this moment, seeing Huo Yuhao looking at her, the stillness in the girl's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a bright, joyful expression.

She stood up quickly from the chair, walked to the bedside, and placed her hands naturally on the edge of the bed.

"How do you feel? Does your head still hurt?"

The young girl's voice was soft, carrying a genuine concern that did not seem feigned.

"Who are you?"

Huo Yuhao shrank back, the wariness on his face not diminishing in the slightest.

He desperately called out to the Heavenly Creation Cauldron within his Sea of Spirit.

If this little girl showed even the slightest sign of trouble, he intended to risk his life by smashing the bed in the room to use as cover.

Watching Huo Yuhao's look of being faced with a formidable enemy, the girl was not angry; instead, the smile at the corners of her mouth deepened.

She used her hand to gently tuck the black hair behind her ear and leaned over slightly.

Under Huo Yuhao's gaze of extreme shock and confusion, the girl revealed a very proper and gentle smile.

"Hello, Huo Yuhao."

She paused, then spoke with a very serious tone: "I am your future wife, my name is Ju Zi."

Upon hearing these words.

Huo Yuhao's mouth slowly opened into an "O" shape, and he felt completely bewildered.

What the hell?