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"You're not allowed to soak in hot springs by yourself either... and it's even worse if someone accompanies you. If you really want to soak, tell your brother, and I'll take you somewhere quieter..."

"Go back and sleep properly. Remember to lock the door, and put on the safety chain too. Unless I come looking for you, don't open the door no matter who knocks, understand?"

He was way too anxious!

Qin Mobei felt like he wasn't taking care of a younger brother, but a beautiful little sister with no ability to protect herself.

He was even starting to regret it. There were so many places to vacation—wouldn't hiking or horseback riding have been nice? Why had they come to this godforsaken place to soak in some godforsaken hot spring?!

Li Zhikong nodded obediently the whole way through, agreeing to everything his brother said. He even thoughtfully quickened his pace—partly because he was afraid his brother would be overstimulated, but more importantly, the sides of his scalp were beginning to itch too... What an ominous feeling. It was exactly like the itch from when his tail had grown out before!

This shitty bloodline wouldn't stop until it had screwed him over completely! Could it be planning to make a pair of long rabbit ears sprout from his head too???

Li Zhikong gritted his teeth in fury. That small round rabbit tail could barely be hidden, but how was he supposed to hide ears? When his biological father, Bai Jinxiao, had awakened his bloodline back then, it hadn't been this urgent, had it? Or was it because he had drunk alcohol and soaked in a hot spring, speeding up his blood circulation and making the change happen ahead of time?

Once he sobered up, would they retract on their own?

Nervous the entire way, he finally reached his room. He took out his key card and opened the door, then immediately blocked the entrance and waved goodbye to his brother. "No, I really can't hold on anymore. Bro, go have fun on your own. I'm locking the door and going to sleep. Don't wake me for breakfast tomorrow either. If I'm hungry, I'll find something to eat myself. Call me if anything comes up. Good night! Bye!"

Bang. The door slammed shut, followed by the sound of the safety chain sliding into place.

Li Zhikong pressed his ear to the door. Only after waiting quite a while did he hear his brother's footsteps gradually fade away, and he finally let out a long breath.

He raised a hand, wanting to touch the top of his head and confirm whether a pair of rabbit ears had really appeared there.

But his hand had been raised for ages, and he simply didn't dare move it toward his head...

Fuck, fuck!

Li Zhikong closed his eyes. A stab was a stab whether he stretched out his neck or shrank back—he might as well get it over with!

He rushed straight into the bathroom and stood before the mirror—true warriors dared to face the bleakness of life and confront the bloodiest of realities!

No wonder his brother had suddenly become as anxious as an old father about to marry off his daughter.

The person in the mirror... was just too, too, too damn tempting.

His smooth, luminous skin carried a faint pink flush. Mist swirled in his eyes, as though they held endless tenderness. His lips curved up slightly, moistly red, making one think of ripe cherries or strawberries. There was a decadent sensuality in their fragrance, as if one casual bite would draw out plump, sweet juice.

His hair was still half-wet, black and disheveled. Two long rabbit ears jutted out from it—one pointed straight at the ceiling, while the other drooped mischievously. The pair of ears was white overall, with an exceptionally soft pink inside, and they trembled faintly. They looked utterly pure and innocent! Yet paired with that face of his, overflowing with seductive charm, they became as alluring as could be.

If this weren't me...

Li Zhikong came to a fair conclusion: If this weren't me, and someone this irresistible appeared before me, I'd probably get hard out of basic courtesy too, right?

What a fucking reality!

What was he supposed to do about these ears—oh, and the little round tail behind his ass too?

Author's Note:

Good night, babies~ Thank you to all the little angels who sent me support tickets or nutrient solution between 2021-08-05 22:32:57 and 2021-08-06 23:14:19~

Thanks to the little angel who sent a mine: Taro Milk Sago, 1;

Thanks to the little angels who provided nutrient solution: Ding Ding Xiang Ding Dang, 12 bottles; Little Lazybones, 5 bottles; Artificial Intelligence, 2 bottles; Keep Working Hard Today Too, 1 bottle;

Thank you all so much for your support. I'll keep working hard!

Chapter 6

◎Sharpening His Blade for Lu Yuan~~◎

After taking a shower, Li Zhikong sat cross-legged on the soft bed and began carefully sifting through the inherited memories that had awakened in his mind.

Hard work paid off.

He really did find a brilliant solution.

That's right. His ancestors, faces aglow with holy light, clasped their hands together and buzzed around him like preachers:

"Friend, are you troubled? Are you sad? Practice Dual Cultivation!"

"When in doubt, rely on Dual Cultivation!"

"Use Dual Cultivation well, and life will have no troubles!"

"What are rabbit spirits thinking about if not building harems and practicing Dual Cultivation every day?!"

"In short, Dual Cultivation! Dual Cultivation is the best!"

Li Zhikong: "..."

He let out a mournful cry and flopped backward, limbs spread toward the ceiling, allowing his two snow-white rabbit ears to droop over the pillow and twitch twice like dying snakes.

Staring blankly at the ceiling above him, Li Zhikong's expression slowly began to turn wicked after a long while.

He licked his lips with interest and murmured, "Once upon a time, I really wanted to be a good person..."

But Heaven simply wouldn't allow it!

Base earthly desires had ultimately corrupted Brother Abstinence, who had once been pure and kind.

At this moment, perhaps because he had finally broken through the shackles in his heart, that brilliant idea he had been unable to recall suddenly surfaced from the depths of Li Zhikong's consciousness—

If he was destined to be a scumbag, then rather than screwing over a bunch of innocent girls, why not just screw over a deadbeat scumbag everyone wanted to kill? He wouldn't have to bear any moral pressure, nor worry about accidentally knocking someone up for no reason like his father had. Scumbags all knew the rules of the game. They were fun and skilled, and they wouldn't cling desperately to him. Once he had drained one scumbag into medicinal dregs, he could dust off his ass and stylishly find the next one.

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