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?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
