Stop crying, I'll give it to you, okay?

Today was his turn to clean up late, so he stayed until the very end. He hummed a song as he walked to the corner and picked up the broom.

[Host, don't you know this is a dream?] 337 asked in confusion.

"I know." The reply came not too late.

337: [Then you...]

Not Too Late: [Since we're already here, and it's all fake anyway, let's have some fun first.]

337:.......

Chi Buwan stroked his chin and said, "Besides, Xiao Wuli might be dreaming of reaching the pinnacle of the world right now. Let him enjoy it for a while; if he likes that feeling, he'll be more motivated to cultivate after he sobers up."

337 pursed her lips, trying to salvage the situation, [How do you know Xiao Wuli is still having this kind of dream?]

Chi Buwan, failing to grasp the implied meaning, retorted: "Then what kind of dream would you have? A wife, kids, and a warm bed? Listen to that—is that the kind of dream a male protagonist in a wish-fulfillment novel would have?"

337:........

Not knowing what would happen next, he chatted with the system while sweeping the floor. As he swept, he began to feel that something was wrong.

He stopped, loosened his grip, but the broom he had been holding was still sweeping the floor.

Is it too late?

Is it haunted?

337 glanced at Xiao Wuli, who had been sitting in the corner behind the door for most of the day, and hesitated before speaking.

It noticed Xiao Wuli as soon as it entered the host's dream. It was about to tell the host about it when it noticed the way Xiao Wuli looked at the host, and something seemed off.

No one knows what he experienced in the dream, but his possessiveness towards the host has increased significantly. He acts like he's already the rightful wife, and he's always jealous and unhappy whenever anyone gets close to the host, with a creepy and sinister look about him.

Just as it was debating whether to tell its host, it discovered that Xiao Wuli was very well-behaved, staying motionless in the corner by the door, showing no intention of interfering or causing trouble.

It thought about it and figured that telling the host about this wouldn't do any good anyway, so it was better not to say anything.

Just as it was resting and telling its host, Xiao Wuli moved.

337:.......

With so many people approaching the host, Xiao Wuli hid in a corner like a gloomy ghost, not moving even when the air was thick with jealousy. But when the host started cleaning, he moved—he cast a spell to make the broom in the host's hand clean by itself.

It had no idea what the future ruler was thinking.

The old man had no idea what Xiao Wuli was thinking, and he was so angry that his hair stood on end.

You've used my divine power for these kinds of things!

Back then, he could overturn rivers and seas and control the universe. Ten thousand people knelt and kowtowed, risking their lives, yet they could not borrow even a trace of his divine power. Now, the divine power he lent out is being used so carelessly.

The first time he lent his divine power to Xiao Wuli, Xiao used it to cover up his aura and waited like a waiting-for-husband stone in front of the hall for his master and sect leader to drink. The second time was even more amazing; he directly used it to help his master sweep the floor!

The old man's face turned red and his neck bulged; he was furious.

Xiao Wuli pursed his thin lips, looking at his master's slender, white fingers that had never done rough work, and said: "This matter is very important."

Old man: .......、

The old man lost his temper.

Following such a devoted lover, who knows if there will ever be a chance for me to succeed in the future?

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Chi Buwan stroked his chin, his peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, then suddenly realized something. With a wave of his hand, everything started moving on its own, wiping the windows, wiping the blackboard...

337: ?

He clapped his hands and looked around with satisfaction.

The book spirit was indeed able to evoke the deepest desires in people's hearts. He had even forgotten that he knew magic, yet it indirectly told him about it.

It turns out that what he really wanted was to return to his original world with his magic after completing the mission and show off.

To be honest, if he didn't know this was a dream, he really wouldn't have been able to wake up.

"Big brother, I checked, he's the only one in the classroom..."

The sharp voice came from afar and approached. Chi Buwan paused slightly, raised an eyebrow, and looked towards the door.

A man with dyed red hair, a broad forehead, and a flat nose walked into his field of vision, followed by several henchmen with fierce expressions.

"Is it too late? My older brother wants to have a chat with you. Come out for a moment." The owner of the shrill voice was a thin man with slanted eyes that looked upwards.

He went outside late at night and started to stretch his fingers.

Although murder is illegal, it is not illegal in dreams.

"Hurry up!" Red Hair yelled impatiently, raising his foot to kick him, but before he could kick out, his foot slipped and he fell heavily to the ground without any support.

"Big brother!"

Chi Buwan didn't turn around, her fingertips slowly curled up, and she lowered her eyes slightly.

Actually, he wasn't hit last time either, and he reacted quickly to dodge it, but that angered them, and they dragged him by the hair into the women's restroom.

She unconsciously clenched her fist for a moment, then slowly calmed her breathing, raised her hand in mid-air, and gently waved her index finger.

“Pah!”

"You think faking a fall will make our boss let you off the hook?!" The skinny guy slapped the red-haired guy hard across the face, his expression menacing.

Red Hair was dumbfounded.

Chi Buwan didn't say anything, and walked towards the toilet.

"Big brother! Wait for us!"

Several henchmen lifted the red-haired man off the ground and quickly followed him.

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"Did Red Hair bully your master before?" the old man asked, stroking his beard.

Xiao Wuli's eyes were dark and deep. He lifted his foot and followed. As soon as he entered, the skinny man slapped the red-haired man, who was being held up by the other men, across the face.

"Pretty boy! You dare to seduce the person our boss has his eye on?"

The old man couldn't help but frown as he watched the slaps and kicks.

[These children look even younger than you, how can they be so ruthless? Red Hair is quite stout; if these blows had landed on your master's slender frame, it would have required top-grade elixirs to heal his internal injuries.]

Xiao Wuli did not speak. He raised his eyes to look at his master, who was standing quietly to the side. The faint light in his dark eyes trembled slightly, and his hands, which were hanging by his legs, slowly clenched.

"You fucking look who I am!?" the red-haired guy snapped out of his daze and screamed at the top of his lungs.

The skinny man kicked him in the chest, knocking him to the ground, then viciously grabbed his hair, forcibly straightening him up, and yelled in his ear, "You're my son's son!"

Red Hair tried to resist, but was held down tightly by several of his henchmen. The skinny man slapped him across the face several times before stopping and giving one of them a wink.

The burly henchman dragged the red-haired man, whose head was spinning from the slap, to the sink, pushed his head into the water, and only after ten or fifteen seconds did he pull him up by his hair. Before the man could even take a breath, he shoved the water down again.

The kicking didn't stop until the man was fully awake. The skinny man then kicked him several more times, yelling, "You pretty boy, how dare you seduce my boss's woman? You're asking for it!"

"Keep going! Drown him, let him know who he shouldn't mess with!"

Red Hair was dragged into the sink again. This time, he was lifted up after twenty or thirty seconds to catch his breath, and then shoved back into the water.

After several rounds, Red Hair's face was red and swollen, and he was breathing less and exhaling more.

[These bastards! They're utterly vicious!!] The old man was furious. [No wonder Master reacted so strongly when the Beast Taming Sect leader called him a "pretty boy," so that's what happened!]

Xiao Wuli's eyes were bloodshot, and his hands, hanging by his sides, clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white.

The scene shifts, and we are back to the moment when Red Hair fell down.

This time, the skinny guy was the one being lifted up, while the burly man was the one slapping and kicking people.

Some people went through the same story several times, experiencing it over and over again, with even the dialogues being almost identical.

Despite this, the master remained calm, only occasionally furrowing his handsome brows slightly.

Xiao Wuli took a deep breath, slowly walked to his side, leaned close to him, and stood quietly behind him.

"Your master is acting strangely; he seems to be trapped in a dream." The old man looked at the handsome yet indifferent face, his brows furrowed.

Xiao Wuli: [No.]

"Hmm?" The old man was taken aback.

Xiao Wuli offered no explanation, his dark eyes filled with trust as he looked at the person before him.

Master is the gentlest person in the world. He will not fall into an abyss from which he can never get out just because he sees others being beaten, even if it is someone he hates terribly.