doesn't sink.It's unknown why Si Huang cares about this stone. Perhaps, as Mu Wanchen said, it has been around for so long that no one knows what it is anymore. Guarding it is just a matter of faith.M...He was wearing a fitted hooded sweatshirt and casual sweatpants, definitely bought for him by his little wife before.

With the wide-brimmed sunglasses I gave him perched on his face and his hair slicked back, he would definitely be a head-turner if he ever stepped out in public.

His waistline is too alluring, it makes people blush.

"What are you doing here..." I pretended to be on the phone, holding it to my ear and asking in a low voice.

"By burying talismans in the cardinal directions around your house, I can feel anything that breaks through." He pointed at my front door with his chin.

Seeing a group of people following me, he frowned slightly and asked, "What are these for"

"To shoot a retro scene, I took them to the park behind the mountain."

Mu Wanchen nodded. "I'll go with you."

I'm a bit surprised. I didn't think the God King would be so kind as to follow me around and protect me like this.

"If you keep your spirit bugs cooped up inside all day, they'll get bored."

Okay, I've kind of fried my brain, and haven't recovered from the bubblegum yet.

The school grass president walked over and asked, "What's wrong Is it inconvenient for you, Yin classmate"

"Nothing, I'll just give the park manager a call." I said without batting an eyelid.

If they weren't people from my own household, I wouldn't care about their feelings at all. If they asked me for help, they should be polite and not ask too many questions, otherwise, I would just walk away.

Actually, I'm not afraid of offending teachers. I've offended them a lot since I was little. Spoiled children are always like this, "lawless".

He, who calls me Senior Brother, may seem cold and strict on the surface, but in reality, he is fiercely protective of his own.

Every time a teacher criticizes me, if the teacher is a good one, he'll even have my second senior brother go and apologize politely, and superficially scold me a few words. If I encounter a bad-tempered and unrestrained teacher, the result is usually that the teacher apologizes.

But now I feel more and more that your senior brother is hardworking. He works hard for our family, he's the head of our family after all, so I really don't want him to worry.

My dad is totally hands-off now. After your senior brother left to start his own journey, he's been living the carefree life, going wherever he pleases. He just left the whole house in your senior brother and all of you guys' hands.

In today's society, such close master-disciple relationships are very rare, so everyone cherishes this kind of feeling.

So Mu Wanchen asked me if I was willing to get married. I didn't dare to answer. How could I agree without my master brother and father nodding their consent Only then would I dare to say that phrase filled with pink bubbles

Those classmates were walking a few steps ahead because the maple trees in Hou Shan Park were ablaze with autumn colors. Anyone who wasn't blind knew where the park was.

They had never been here before, each one was very excited. I quietly walked behind them, Mu Wanchen reached out and took my hand.

Others can't see, but I can't help but smile.

He chuckled and shook his head. "Mu Xia Qiao was even smaller than you when she was with her master, but she was much more sensible."

"Well, you praise her too I see you often bully her." I scoffed.

"That's because it's fun. Who told her she always wants me to call her 'little mistress'" Mu Wanchen lowered his head and smiled softly.

"Then you'll bully me too, huh" I thought to myself, who bullied whom I'm not as soft and pliable as my little junior wife.

Mu Wanchen frowned slightly, his voice somewhat serious: "…I won't bully you."

Oh my... I can't talk anymore...

These pink bubbles are gurgling and about to drown me. I kid you not, even a joke could choke me with my own kibble.

What to do

The handsome president looked back at me, frowning and saying, "Yin classmate, are you okay Why are you covering your face"

"What does it have to do with you My eyes hurt." I couldn't help but want to shoo him away.

He scratched his head and said, "Have we bothered you too much But it's all for the school's contribution. You just have to work hard. I've already outlined the script and the scene. As long as we can find a suitable location, we can..."

Blah blah blah.

I rolled my eyes at him silently. If he wasn't so verbose, I might have reluctantly admitted he was the school heartthrob.

But look at this clean-cut and handsome student council president, then look back at Mu Wanchen.

What does it mean to be worlds apart

Like a little chick standing before a divine beast.

Mu Wanchen's slight downward glance, that masculine aura could kill the school grass president a few streets.

Demeanor, it seems, truly requires years of cultivation.

"That... what's your surname" I didn't even remember the name of the school grass president.

The school grass president awkwardly scratched his head with a full head of black lines: "My name is Wang Ziyue."

The girl beside her smiled and added, "Just call him Prince. That's what we all call him."

Hee hee, prince

"Mr. Wang, you go first to see if the lake view and maple forest are suitable for filming. I'll go find the caretaker and ask him to open the door to that old house so we can be faster and save time... It's best if you two can get into working state as soon as possible, while the light is good." I wanted to come up with a way to get them out of here.

The school grass president's eyes gleamed: "You're right! This plan is so well-thought-out. Okay, let's go film the exterior scenes first, and then we'll do the interior scenes later!"

He beckoned everyone toward the maple grove by the lake. I let out a breath and, holding Mu Wanchen’s hand, said, "Let's go. I know a place where we can take those little ancestors for a walk."

He followed me along a narrow, iron-railed path winding into the back mountains, questioning with curiosity, “Why are you so familiar with this place”

"...It's said that this place used to belong to our family too, the landowner. Later it was returned to the country. Some places are off-limits because there are some ancient sites here. The stone slabs are over two hundred years old, and they're afraid they'll be damaged by tourists." I squeezed through the iron fence.

Here, there was no one. Mu Wanchen pinched a tactic and released those little things. I felt a whooshing cold wind sweep past me and quickly lowered my voice, "Be careful, don't go to places with people!"

"Don't worry, they will avoid mortals." Mu Wanchen said in a low voice, "Bai Ni wants to stay by the lake for a while."

Bai Ni, that snake spirit... no, a dragon spirit

The autumn sun is warm, and the breeze is gentle.

Looking at the bustling scene in the distance, I am accompanied by only one person beside me.

This feeling is rather like a gentle drift, a calm and tender companionship.

The maple tree above swayed, and a few golden leaves drifted down. I looked up and saw Diao’er Xuan Yue leap down from the tree, carrying something in her mouth.

Mu Wanchen immediately reached out and hooked, Xuan Yue jumped onto his shoulder, placing what she had in her mouth into his palm.

That was a pair of exquisite jade earrings.

"… The Qilin spirit has been here." Mu Wanchen said in a low voice. "Xuan Yue said there was her scent on it."

I rubbed my hands together, my gossip-loving blood boiling: “Perfect timing, I'm not afraid of a fight.”

Mù Wǎnchén glanced at me: "What if we fought"

"Well, this is you then."s and fields with rain, it wasn't just for remembrance. He wanted to confirm whether the Dragon King had truly perished or if there was a wisp of his soul still lingering and escaping... He doesn't tr...