Who Stole My Sunflower Manual?
He had just regained his footing when there was another crack under his foot.
Tang San's expression froze completely.
This time, he looked down and saw clearly that the second tile had sunk a little, and that there was a very conspicuous, round penguin head graffiti on it.
It means: You stepped on my face.
The next second, three incredibly thin silver needles popped out simultaneously from under the desk, bed, and cabinet, shooting towards Tang San's lower body in a triangular formation.
Tang San was terrified. In his entire life, he had dodged the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles and the Godly Zhuge Crossbow, but no one had ever shot a needle into his butt!
He twisted his waist suddenly, the one on the left grazed the outside of his thigh and flew past, the one on the right was embedded in the cabinet door, but the one in the middle hit the bullseye.
Tang San froze.
He was hit in the buttocks by Hidden Weapon.
"You wretched brat!"
Tang San said through gritted teeth.
After saying that, he took the Sunflower Manual and hurriedly left the room.
When Tang San gritted his teeth and climbed out of Jiang Lan's courtyard, his steps were already a little unsteady.
He dared not walk on the main road, choosing instead to walk through the shadows of rooftops and alleyways. The night wind howled against his face, but it did nothing to quell the increasingly intense heat emanating from his body.
Being hit by Hidden Weapon is especially deadly; the spot where the needle went in feels numb and itchy, as if a ball of fire is burning from the wound into every part of the body.
As he flew, he reached behind him and touched the end of a needle, half of which was still sticking out. But as soon as his fingertips touched it, his whole arm trembled, and a tingling sensation shot straight to the back of his head.
"What kind of weird stuff did that brat put on the needle...?" Tang San panted heavily, his feet moving without stopping, but his mind was getting increasingly muddled.
He used muscle memory to scale the back wall of the Blue Tyrant Academy and stumbled back to his small courtyard.
When he pushed the door open, he didn't even bother to bolt it; he rushed towards the bed in three quick steps.
But as soon as he stepped over the screen, he froze.
There's someone in bed.
Because he was too confused, Tang San didn't see who it was.
The person was lying on their side, their face buried in the shadows, breathing evenly and deeply, seemingly in a deep sleep.
The last thread in Tang San's mind snapped.
The heat, dizziness, and the strange impulse brought on by the needle, mixed with some inexplicable intuition, engulfed his last shred of reason like a tide.
Tang San's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice hoarse and unlike his own. "Who told you to sleep in my bed..."
After saying that, Tang San pounced on her without hesitation.
"Ah--"
A man's scream echoed from the room.
The next day, in the morning
As dawn broke, Jiang Lan sat on the edge of the bed and yawned deeply. The hood of her Penguin Suit was askew, revealing her messy hair.
Jiang Lan rubbed her eyes and got out of bed. As soon as her feet touched the floor tiles, she sensed something was wrong.
He looked down and saw a thin layer of colored powder on the ground, red, yellow, blue, and green intertwined, like some drunkard had scattered rainbow candy all over the house.
Jiang Lan squatted down, rubbed some Ju Zi juice between her fingers, and smelled it. The scent was a mixture of orange and rust, with a faint sour odor.
"Doro," Jiang Lan called out.
The white ball on the pillow stirred, and Doro emerged from the pile of Ju Zi peels, his large purple eyes still half-closed, a couple of orange peel crumbs clinging to his hair. "What... I dreamt I fell into a sea of Ju Zi..."
"Someone was here last night," Jiang Lan pointed to the powder on the ground, "And stepped on my penguin face."
Doro snapped awake, his short legs springing out of bed as he hopped to the floor. He stared at the penguin-head-patterned tile for a long time, then looked up at Jiang Lan: "... That was a clumsy thief, wasn't he? He couldn't even dodge your trap."
Jiang Lan didn't reply. She walked around the room, checking the desk, cabinets, and under the bed, finally stopping in front of the wooden cabinet.
The cabinet door was ajar, and the books inside were clearly in disarray.
He reached out and flipped through the pages; the top copy of "The Sunflower Manual" was gone.
Jiang Lan was silent for two seconds, then turned to Doro: "Doro, I've lost my ' Sunflower Manual '."
Doro tilted his head and blinked twice. "The one who castrated himself?"
Jiang Lan nodded and said, "Yes."
After speaking, the man and his soul remained silent for a moment.
"Oh, never mind then." Doro waved his little arms, squatted down, and rummaged through the colored powder on the ground. "Whoever steals it is doomed."
Jiang Lan thought for a moment, nodded, and turned to wash up.
The Sunflower Manual is powerful, but it requires cutting things off.
Jiang Lan picked up the bamboo cup, took a sip of water, then put it down, feeling that something was amiss.
"Doro, how many needles were thrown from last night's trap?"
Doro was squatting on the ground, pinching colored powder between two fingers and filling a small tin box, counting without looking up. "Three. You set it to three-shot burst before you went to sleep."
Jiang Lan tapped her fingers on the rim of the cup. "All three triggered?"
"Look at the footprints. The one on the left flew past the wall and got stuck in the cabinet door. The one on the right hit the wooden frame of the cabinet. The one in the middle..."
Doro looked up, blinking his large purple eyes. "... Right in."
Jiang Lan fell silent.
He walked to the cabinet door, looked down at the spot where the silver needle on the left had landed, then at the mark on the right where the needle had pierced the wooden frame, and finally his gaze fell on the spot where the needle in the middle should have hit.
"Doro." Jiang Lan's voice suddenly became serious.
"Um?"
"What kind of medicine was dipped in my needle?"
"That ' Little Penguin Special No. 3 ' you made last time," Doro tilted his head. "You said the blue one was the strongest, so you poured in two drops and added half a spoonful of Ju Zi essential oil to make it smell good."
Jiang Lan's expression changed.
"It's over."
"What's wrong?"
"That blue bottle is..." Jiang Lan swallowed hard, "...I boiled it down from the roots of some kind of plant, originally wanting to try and see if it could be used as a muscle relaxant, but then I discovered that after purifying it with fire, it turns into..."
He paused for a moment.
"What will it turn into?" Doro leaned closer, the ribbon in her bun brushing against Jiang Lan's chin.
"... it will turn into a potent aphrodisiac," Jiang Lan said in a low voice, "And the kind that dissolves upon contact with blood and melts instantly upon entering flesh."
Doro's eyes widened instantly.
The courtyard was silent for three seconds.
Then Doro suddenly jumped up. "That bumbling book thief isn't... anymore..."
"They're probably running wild all over the city right now." Jiang Lan covered her face.
"Then why did he steal the Sunflower Manual?" Doro gestured with his two little hands in the air. "He was hit by needles, and he took the book, so wouldn't he... wouldn't he just do it on the spot?"
"But we need to have something to do that," Jiang Lan said weakly.
The human and the soul exchanged a glance, and simultaneously remembered something.
Last night, it was so late, and that person was still able to climb over the wall and escape after being hit by the needles, which shows that their cultivation level was not low.
If someone with considerable cultivation level experiences the effects of the drug and their mind becomes clouded, their first reaction should be... to return to their own residence.
Then what?
Is anyone living at his place?
Jiang Lan and Doro looked at each other again, their eyes conveying the same meaning.
It's best if there isn't one.