Chapter 0521

Uncle Fu and Granny Wang didn't expect that at their advanced age, they would be teased by such a large group of kids.

Perhaps this was also a form of happiness.

Seeing Granny Wang so shy she looked like she wanted to bury her head in the floorboards, Uncle Fu coughed lightly twice to clear the room, intending to show Granny Wang the dignity of her man while he was at it.

But he didn't expect his dignity to fail him today.

Several bodyguards grinned mischievously. "Uncle Fu, Young Master Lin said that if you have the skill tonight, you have to beat us out of here. Otherwise, you won't be entering the bridal chamber."

Uncle Fu paused, then shielded Granny Wang behind him with a solemn expression.

"Then don't blame this old man for being impolite. Come at me together."

The bodyguards exchanged glances and nodded simultaneously.

Five against one seemed a bit like bullying, so they held back their strikes properly to measure their force.

But as they fought, they realized something was wrong.

They... didn't seem to be able to beat this old geezer.

Even when they used their full strength later on, they still seemed just a bit short.

No one expected that Uncle Fu, an old man of such age, would actually physically "invite" five bodyguards out, successfully defending his bridal chamber.

Uncle Fu looked at Granny Wang proudly. "Your man isn't too bad, right?"

Granny Wang rolled her eyes at him. "Show off." While speaking, she used a handkerchief to wipe Uncle Fu's sweat. "At your age, acting crazy with a bunch of kids without any sense of propriety—aren't you afraid of throwing out your old back?"

Uncle Fu curled the corners of his mouth. "I may be old, but my waist isn't. I haven't used it for many years since we separated."

Granny Wang froze, then pulled back the handkerchief and punched him lightly.

"You old rogue."

*The Bridal Chamber*

*Modern · Tom Has No Fur*

*Old but vigorous, love lasts long, white head and silver beard wet the red makeup.*

*A fragrant night before the twin-lotus bed, a withered lotus rests beside an old mulberry tree.*

*Good "poem," good "poem."*

*Like Huang Shang Huang, the more you eat, the better it tastes.*

At Villa Number One, Young Master Lin laughed as he listened to the bodyguard's report.

"Abu, if you went too, could you beat Uncle Fu?"

Abu considered it seriously for a moment.

"Although Uncle Fu is old, he is very strong. If he fought me, it would be a sixty-forty split."

Young Master Lin was stunned; he didn't expect Abu to lack that much confidence.

How strong was this old man?

"Who gets the sixty and who gets the forty?"

Abu: "Me four... seconds. I can punch him six times."

Young Master Lin: ...

"Haha, I didn't expect you to learn how to crack jokes too."

Abu scratched his head naively. He didn't think he was joking; he believed it was a fact.

In this world, aside from Luo Yao, he truly feared no one.

Even if Chen Lin were here, he was confident he could finish him within three minutes.

Young Master Lin fed a nut kernel into Luo Yao's mouth.

"Wifey, what about you?"

"Hmm (munch munch munch)... also sixty-four (munch munch munch)... six seconds (munch munch munch)... he dies four times (munch munch munch)."

Young Master Lin laughed out loud again. "Huh? What kind of dark joke is that? Poor Uncle Fu."

Luo Yao continued, "That's just under normal combat conditions. If he dared to offend Ah Ran, then it might be ninety-ten. On average, every nine seconds, I'd make him regret being alive once."

Young Master Lin couldn't help but chuckle at Luo Yao's words. How come he hadn't noticed Luo Yao had such a humorous side before?

Only Abu nodded; he knew Luo Yao wasn't joking.

Back in that primeval forest, Luo Yao had tortured those Luo family instructors until they were begging for mercy almost every second, right up until they turned to dust.

From then on, the cruel life-and-death training became history, but the curtain rose on a terrifying selection tournament.

Of course, those being trained were no longer Luo family disciples, but talents scouted from all over the country.

That place became the "Cradle of Young Master Lin's Bodyguard Team" as well as "Luo Yao's Private Prison."

For example, Luo Wuyou had stayed there for a long time.

As for the previous Luo family disciples, they were hidden away by the former Guardian of the Luo family, Luo Tangji, to continue their training.

Due to the complex situation at the time and Luo Tangji's considerable strength, Luo Yao, who was stretched thin, didn't pursue her. However, she managed to restrict her activities to within the primeval forest, preventing her from leaving.

Later, Luo Tangji was lucky enough to escape with those people, but unexpectedly, they were eventually wiped out by Luo Yao.

Of these stories, Young Master Lin only knew the endings of Luo Wuyou and Luo Tangji; he still didn't know the rest.

Luo Yao wouldn't volunteer to tell him either.

Perhaps when they traveled the world, she would take Young Master Lin to see for himself.

Another peeled nut was brought to Luo Yao's lips.

Luo Yao: "Nom." (Munch munch munch)

"Yaoyao, actually, I've always had a regret. My combat power is a bit low. Is there any method for rapid training?"

Faced with Young Master Lin's question, Luo Yao answered very decisively.

"It's impossible for you to train yourself up now; you've already missed the optimal age. Even if you could increase your combat power slightly, it would require a massive amount of time and effort. Wasting time on that means less time accompanying me, and then I wouldn't be happy. Do you want to make your Yaoyao unhappy?"

Young Master Lin shook his head. "No. Isn't there a way to have the best of both worlds?"

Luo Yao tilted her head and leaned close to Young Master Lin, like a spring-filled little pet, her lips gently brushing against Young Master Lin's earlobe.

"Of course there is. Just take me with you wherever you go."

Young Master Lin grinned, charmed by Luo Yao. "Hmm... that makes sense."

Luo Yao extended her small tongue and gently licked Young Master Lin's face, then added, "As the saying goes, no matter how high your kung fu, you still fear a kitchen knife. If you practice your marksmanship well, that can also improve your combat power!"

The two seemed to be discussing how to get stronger, but only they knew what they were actually expressing.

Young Master Lin finally couldn't take it anymore. "Yaoyao, is the gun you're talking about a proper gun?"

"Whether it's proper or not depends on how you think about it. Let's go to sleep."

Young Master Lin put down the nuts in his hand, picked Luo Yao up in his arms, and walked toward the bedroom.

"Alright, then let's go purely to sleep."

Young Master Lin said "purely," but whether it was actually pure or not was hard to say.

Not just at Villa Number One, but at Uncle Fu's villa as well.

Everyone was "sleeping."

The next day at noon, Young Master Lin woke up late, feeling as if his whole body had fallen apart.

He even suspected that the ones who got married yesterday weren't Uncle Fu and Granny Wang, but him and Luo Yao.

He turned his head to look, but the crazy little demon was already nowhere to be found.

Young Master Lin smiled and shook his head, getting up to wash.

When he arrived downstairs, he didn't see Luo Yao, but unexpectedly saw Uncle Fu.

"Uncle Fu? Why are you here? Didn't I give you marriage leave?"

Uncle Fu sighed. "Young Master Lin, do you think I wanted to? It was Granny Wang who insisted I come. She said she doesn't trust anyone else being here and forced me to come over. This Villa Number One is only so big, and you and the Young Miss don't even go out, so what is she worried about?"