Fights Break Sphere: I am not Xiao Yan

Chapter 8 Different

Xiao Yan’s eyelids twitched: “Bone Spirit Cold Fire.”

The heat flow coming out of Xun'er's body is being absorbed by the Bone Spirit Cold Fire!

When Xiao Yan thought about the two activated nuclear bombs placed so close to each other, he felt that his life was somewhat uncertain, and the kaleidoscope in his mind was looming.

All I can say is that in the original book, ignorance is bliss.

If the two fires really riot, even if only one ten-thousandth of them leak out, it would be a strange fire storm that would sweep across the Xiao family, and even the ground would be scraped off.

"However, it can be regarded as an answer in disguise."

Touching the ring through his clothes, Xiao Yan's long-standing questions were answered.

How could Yao Lao, who is at the pinnacle of Dou Zun, wake up by relying solely on his Dou Qi?

If the demand is really that low, the messy stuff in the ring alone would be enough for him to restart countless times.

To warm Xun'er's meridians, the energy of the strange fire that invaded her body was drawn away by the Bone Spirit Cold Fire...

Then the old man was awakened.

That’s right, there’s a high probability that Yao Lao was forced to wake up.

After all, the Heavenly Fire in the same soul state has that kind of strength. After Yao Lao wakes up, he has to sleep on the spot after resisting a fire lotus.

The gap is too big.

"So, the three years of being a loser in the original novel was just a pure test?"

Think about it too.

With the foundation-building spiritual liquid in his hand, Yao Lao's vision was so high that it was hard to tell how high it was. If Xiao Yan was really just an ordinary genius, it would be too easy for him to make up for it with just a few years of practice.

It is not difficult to understand that Yao Lao, who was stabbed by Han Feng, naturally pays more attention to his character than to his talent.

"Brother Xiao Yan?"

"Just call me brother. Using my name seems strange." Xiao Yan regained his concentration and withdrew his hand. "Do you feel better now?"

Xun'er's eyes darkened.

It's useful, but it's almost useless... it's just the difference between frying in a frying pan and roasting over a fire, and only this arm has changed.

She stood up, turned around, and took two steps: "I feel much better."

"I'm treating her arms, not her legs." Xiao Yan pinched both sides of her face and pulled them back and forth, "If there's anything wrong, just tell me the truth. If you keep doing this, I won't play with you anymore!"

"Chatter."

……

"Here are some snacks. You can eat them if you're hungry at night. Remember to rinse your mouth."

Xiao Yan kept nagging like an old woman: "These three towels are all new, you can use them as you like. People here use the same bath towel from beginning to end. If you want to separate the dry and wet ones, tell me now. I want another one.

"If you are afraid of the dark, light this lamp. It burns slowly and is cheap. Everything is good except that it is dim. One light can last all night. If you are groping in the dark in the middle of the night, remember to feel over here, turn it on and you can light the lamp.

"It costs extra to provide meals at staggered meal times. If you are willing to spend more, you can get a private kitchen and a cook."

Xun'er listened carefully to each one.

Halfway through listening, he suddenly raised his hand to interrupt Xiao Yan's chatter: "Brother, so many places require money, will my salary be enough? How should I arrange it?"

"Hey, this~ Wait for me to see..."

As he spoke, Xiao Yan took down the small notebook hanging by the door and flipped through it: "You haven't started practicing yet, so it should be three... huh?"

The originally casual look suddenly became straight.

Xiao Yan stared at the number, counting it one by one: "My——"

"What's wrong, very little?"

Xun'er suddenly felt a little nervous. She had never experienced this feeling before in the ancient clan.

A lady from an ancient family would actually worry about her pocket money. Who would believe it if I told others about it?

"No, it's not."

Xiao Yan felt a little dry in his mouth and incoherent. He didn't know how to express himself, so he could only look at Xun'er with an extremely complicated look: "You should be my father's biological child, right?"

"what?"

"It's so unfair! Why is your salary so high?!" Ah this...

Xiao Yan left, taking his broken heart with him.

No need to think, it’s a baby I picked up.

Xun'er's monthly salary alone was twice as much as his, and the accommodation fee was paid by someone with May's salary.

Isn't this gap too big?!
His share also includes a training allowance, which accounts for a full 50%!

Really just pick up the baby~
Xun'er sat on the edge of the bed and flipped through the small notebook, on which was written her name, room number, and the monthly salary.

There is a notebook like this one hanging in every room where people live. From the clan leader Xiao Zhan to the old man sweeping the floor at the door, no one can escape it.

The names in the first part of the book were blacked out with ink. All that could be seen were the salaries that had been revised repeatedly, and the very few expenses at the end. On average, there were only two or three times a month, which was very frugal.

The second part had a folded corner, and from here on it began to write about Xiao Yan's daily income and expenditure.

Xun'er flipped through the pages with great curiosity.

She had never seen this thing in the ancient clan. She always just told them what she wanted, and the servants would bring the thing to her in less than a cup of tea.

"Miss, it's time to go to bed." A ball of black mist condensed in the corner of the room.

"Wait a minute... We don't have anything like this at home." Xun'er looked at it intently.

Reading them one by one, it feels like seeing other people's lives with your own eyes.

Ling Ying sighed: "Miss, our clan actually has this kind of thing."

"Ah? But I've never seen it before!"

Xun'er was immediately surprised: "Or do you usually not show it to others?"

Ling Ying knew that he had said something wrong, and after hesitating for a moment, he continued speaking.

"There is something called merit in the tribe. Everyone needs this support to receive supplies and buy and sell things. It is considered a necessary thing for the tribe to distribute."

"Then I...?"

"Miss, you are different."

"Why is it different?"

"You are Miss~"

Ling Ying smiled bitterly and said, "Please don't ask any more questions. This is all I can say. If you continue, you will be punished."

Xun'er's hand holding the book trembled: "But I am also a lady here?"

"It's different here...and, it's not that different." Ling Ying sighed.

When he first discovered this thing, he looked through it and was surprised at how low Xiao Zhan's salary was.

But no matter what, privilege is still privilege.

“Not that...different…” Xun’er continued to flip through the pages, and saw a number much larger than Xiao Yan’s written behind her name.

"Ling Ying."

"Miss." Ling Ying lowered his head even deeper.

“Are we really different?”

"You are truly different. You have been different since the moment you were born... You carry the hope of the ancient clan. You must ensure that the blood of the emperor is passed down safely and that our clan's heritage lasts for a hundred generations."

Now that he had said it, he might as well say it to the end. Ling Ying was determined to do it today: "Although the master sent the young lady here, the young lady must not forget her identity and settle for such a life."

"The Third Young Master of the Xiao Family only carries a few thousand people. But the young lady has to carry hundreds of millions of people from the ancient world..."

"I..."

Xun'er held the notebook in her hand: "What should I do then?"

"... practice, get married, and have children." Ling Ying closed his eyes and lowered his head again, hiding all his emotions.

　Xiao Zhan was quite free-spirited as the clan leader. Although the elders argued with him all the time, he was able to carry out most of the decisions made. At most, he would be scolded by the three old men.

　　Moreover, he never tried to conceal it, and he openly took the Foundation Building Spirit Liquid for Xiao Yan, not afraid of gossip at all.

　　So it is written here that his own salary is based on clan rules, but Xun'er gives it with her eyes closed.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)