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In this way, You Daolin bore the blame entirely for this incident, so that despite the fact that he would likely lose his right arm permanently if his injuries weren't treated quickly, none of his formerly attentive shixiong and shijie were willing to even glance at the malicious idiot who'd brought such shame to Golden Lion Valley. Gradually, the teenager who was carelessly thrown into his room stopped grunting for help, his eyes that stared at the wounds on his body filling with a mute, chilly hatred instead.

As for the rest of the parties involved, Zhuo Biming was comforted by various sympathetic disciples and Ning He was predictably ignored, but Chen Yu didn't mind. After all, this was just the first part of the show, he didn't want to be disturbed when he had to find a chance to help the second act begin. And the opportunity came rather quickly, having noticed the lovelorn Wenren Shishi lingering for a glimpse of her shifu out of the corner of his eyes, Chen Yu promptly took advantage of the coincidence by imperiously holding up his arms to Moqi Baihui and demanding, ”Shishu, carry me.”

At this sudden recognition from his little shizhi, Moqi Baihui's heart overflowed with ecstasy. Was his darling shizhi finally acknowledging their relationship? Maybe he'd been too traumatized by the violence today and only wished to feel connected to someone else for the moment? Even if that was so, since the boy was his now, of course he wouldn't let him go. Thus, unable to suppress his brilliant grin, he immediately bent down to lift the youth up and whispered, ”Shizhi, shizhi, what did you call me? Say it again!”

Striding next to the two figures, Moqi Lirong was dissatisfied at being discarded for his twin, but his cold face soon smiled as well when he heard Ning He loftily refuse, ”Hng, I don't want a deaf shishu!” Even as he was relieved that the boy didn't seem to have been so distressed by what had occurred just now that he had lost his cute arrogance, however, the man's mood plummeted again when he brooded, wasn't this just another indication that the youth had suffered so much abuse that he'd become inured to it? While the issue had been resolved this time, what about in the future?

From a short distance away, he threw a thoughtful glance over his shoulder. Perhaps that other disciple from Jade Snow Mountain should be informed of the truth since he had, at least on the surface, been saved by Ning He. It was only natural that he be made to return the favor.

Once the trio reached the suite they were sharing, Moqi Lirong therefore pulled his brother aside to suggest the idea to him since he always served as the spokesperson for both of them, then rushed him out of the room with the excuse that they never knew when someone else would attack Ning He. Having become quite anxious from the memory of how so many teenagers had been aggressively surrounding the child when they'd arrived in front of Zhuo Biming's room, Moqi Baihui didn't notice the gleam in his twin's eyes, he instantly left without any argument.

Although Chen Yu had been lounging on the large bed inside the suite throughout this exchange, he could basically guess what had taken place. It didn't matter that Zhuo Biming would be told about Ning He's 'noble' intentions behind his bullying, since he'd factored this development in when he'd been deciding whether or not to implicate the protagonist in You Daolin's punishment. If anything, his interest in how Zhuo Biming would behave after he realized the 'truth' had swayed him toward allowing the protagonist to preserve his reputation, as had Chen Yu's initial determination to be somewhat merciful to Zhuo Biming.

Of course, his greatest motive had been that protagonists made for the best playthings, they were so durable compared to mere cannon fodder characters. Why would he incinerate someone he could recycle for his entertainment over and over again?

But Chen Yu's thoughts shifted as he gazed at the black twin, who was eagerly closing the door. Who would have guessed that the muscle head could outsmart the research nerd? The issue was, what did Moqi Lirong plan to accomplish with this body after chasing his brother out?

He soon confirmed his theory when the man climbed onto the bed behind him and embraced his back, his long fingers suggestively wrapping around and sweeping down each of Ning He's smaller ones. In a calming tone, Moqi Lirong coaxed, ”Shizhi, tell me what really happened.”

Oh, Chen Yu sneered, this one had added him into his family tree as well? But what to do, it would be awkward to have to call out 'shishu' to everyone all the time...

As if he'd read Chen Yu's unwillingness simply from the way the boy had tilted his head, Moqi Lirong generously yielded the title to Moqi Baihui, explaining, ”My brother tends to be faster than I am in a lot of things, so he snatched you up more quickly; that doesn't mean I didn't want to as well, I was just hesitant to pressure you all at once like he did. Anyway, what I mean is that you can still stick to shishu when you refer to Baihui...” Slyly peeking around to the youth's face, Moqi Lirong continued, ”And I can just be Master, all right?” In fact, he wished that he could be the sole person whom Ning He called shishu or Master or anything else, but he was aware that he couldn't monopolize the boy, at least not until everyone who was aiming for him was destroyed.

Whereas Chen Yu was silently imagining beating this pervert up until he understood who the master here was, Moqi Lirong, who'd taken his lack of response as agreement, pushed onward, leaning down to breathe against the boy's shell-like ear. ”Shizhi, don't you have anything to tell your Master?”

At the hot, wet touch that was tickling his earlobe, Chen Yu woke up from his daydreams. Ah? What was the pervert pestering him for now? What did he mean, what really happened? What alternative version of the truth had that brain produced?

Well, there was no reason to fulfill all of his wishes, he would simply waste time with some nonsense for now. Thus, huffing irritably, Chen Yu rubbed his ear to get rid of the lingering sensation and pushed the man away, turning around to face him with a serious expression. Then, despite his great reluctance, he opened, ”Master Moqi—”

But of course the tiresome animal wouldn't accept this proper form of address, the rest of his words were blocked by the black twin's huge hand placed across his mouth and the man stubbornly insisting, ”Just Master.”

Sighing at the trials he was forced to bear, Chen Yu gritted out, ”Master, it was like this...”

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