My wife is a reborn big boss

Late at night, the bright moon hangs in the sky, and the night air is cool and still.

Unable to sleep, Wu Qiong went outside the guest room to get some fresh air.

He suddenly realized something and looked up.

The little white girl was standing on the roof, looking into the distance, lost in thought.

Wu Qiong felt it was inappropriate to disturb her, so he focused intently on her pair of long, straight legs.

Hmm... I didn't see anything. She was wearing pants.

"Is it pretty?"

Wu Qiong nodded.

"What makes it beautiful?"

"Straight and long, perfectly proportioned, neither too big nor too small. They are arguably the most beautiful legs in the world."

Wu Qiong's expression remained unchanged, and his tone was natural: "The moonlight is so beautiful, Xiaobai, can't you sleep either?"

Su Mubai didn't answer, and slowly sat down. Wu Qiong breathed a sigh of relief, jumped up, and sat down beside her.

"So round," Wu Qiong exclaimed, turning his head to look at the white girl's profile.

If he were still in his original world, his mother would probably be nagging about finding a partner again today, while his father would be quietly smoking, listening to his mother's nagging, and nodding in agreement when he heard something he agreed with.

If I bring Xiaobai home, my parents will probably treat her even better than they would treat me.

Wu Qiong gradually became lost in thought.

She was the future leader of the Demonic Sect, yet she treated me so well.

Honestly... I'm starting to feel tempted...

Thinking of this, a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

Just then, a pretty face with teary eyes suddenly appeared in his mind, silently calling out, "Poor brother..."

"Who...are you thinking about?" Su Mubai's gaze shifted to his face at some point.

"It's nothing," Wu Qiong said, turning his face away.

"Li Jianshi?" The young girl's eyes narrowed slightly.

Wu Qiong suddenly didn't want to lie to her anymore: "Yes."

"How did we meet?" The young woman felt a pang of pain in her heart.

"Sean Manor." Wu Qiong then told her how they met, except for the scene of kissing her on the cheek.

"Really?" Su Mubai asked a question: "Do you really only see her as a younger sister?"

"Now it is." Wu Qiong left room for maneuver.

"And... what about me?"

Wu Qiong looked up and saw the little white girl staring intently at him.

Of course you are too.

Wu Qiong couldn't bring himself to say those words.

Su Mubai smiled; she had gotten the answer she wanted.

She slowly stood up, looked down at Wu Qiong, and smiled wickedly and arrogantly.

Then he reached out and lifted his chin, slowly bending down.

Under the moonlight, their shadows merged into one, and time seemed to stand still at that moment.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

"So what if I'm Li Jianshi?" The future leader of the Demonic Sect gently caressed Wu Qiong's lips, his voice wicked and chilling: "You are mine, and no one can take you away."

A gentle breeze rustled through her hair, and the scene under the moonlight became eternal, forever etched in Wu Qiong's heart.

Then he said, "Your ears are red."

"..."

The domineering "World-Slaying Demon" turned and left, leaving Wu Qiong, who had taken a solid punch to the stomach, kneeling on the ground, clutching his stomach, unable to get up for a long time.

.........

The next day, at dawn, Wu Qiong and his two companions, having finished breakfast, were led by the guiding monk to the martial arts hall.

"Is it really necessary to go to such lengths?" Wu Qiong was speechless.

At the head of the table was a row of bald heads, with Abbot Xuan Kong sitting in the middle, flanked by the heads of various academies and elders.

Wu Qiong counted them; there were more than twenty bald heads in total, all of them innate...

Shaolin Temple has ten halls: Arhat Hall, Prajna Hall, Bodhi Courtyard, Discipline Courtyard, Enlightenment Courtyard, Repentance Hall, Medicine King Courtyard, Relic Courtyard, Sutra Repository, and Bodhidharma Courtyard.

The heads of all the major sects are here at this moment.

"It seems that apart from those reclusive old monsters, all the well-known elders of Shaolin are here," Wu Qiong muttered to himself, stroking his chin. Su Mubai and Ye Qingxuan stood beside him.

Since yesterday, Su Mubai has been like a different person. She remains expressionless when facing others, but whenever she looks at Wu Qiong, her eyes become aggressive and domineering, making Wu Qiong's heart flutter.

Abbot Xuankong spoke up: "Nephew Qingxuan, in principle, monks should not be competitive, and I had no intention of doing so. However, Jiese may lose to you, but Shaolin cannot lose to Taiqing. I am truly sorry to have troubled you to travel so far to Shaolin."

Ye Qingxuan's expression was relaxed as he said gently, "Master, you flatter me. Since my master and you made an agreement three years ago, it is only right that I come here. Back then, I only managed to defeat Senior Brother Jie Se by a single move, which was purely by chance. As for who will win this time, we do not yet know."

Jie Se, who was standing behind Abbot Xuan Kong, snorted and was about to step forward, but was stopped by Master Xuan Jie, the head of the Discipline Hall, who was to the left of Abbot Xuan Kong.

Master Xuanjie's expression was stern: "Once is never enough. If we lose this time, you will be forbidden from eating meat for three years."

Whether I eat meat or not is irrelevant; all I want to know about quitting pornography is where it is again and again.

Master Xuanhua, the head monk of Bodhi Courtyard to the right of the abbot, had a different opinion.

Seeing that it was his Uncle Xuanhua who stepped forward, Jiese was overjoyed, after all, Master Xuanhua loved him the most.

Unlike the head of the Disciplinary Hall, who resembled an angry Vajra, Master Xuanhua had a kind and benevolent expression: "Junior brother, this punishment is excessive. How can a martial artist not eat meat? In my opinion, it would be better to punish him by banishing alcohol for three years if he fails to abstain from lust."

"Uncle-Master, don't you love me anymore?" Jie Se asked with a resentful expression.

Seeing his senior brother protecting him, Xuan Jie could only sigh, "Fine, not eating meat is indeed a harsh punishment. Then I'll listen to you, senior brother. If we lose this battle, you'll be forbidden from drinking alcohol for three years."

Jie Se cautiously offered a different opinion: "Junior nephew believes that Uncle Xuan Jie, who is in charge of the Discipline Hall, has always been fair in rewarding and punishing. Why should the punishment be reduced just because Uncle Xuan Hua pleaded for him? Uncle, junior nephew thinks it should still be three years of abstinence from meat."

Master Xuanjie's eyes widened like copper bells: "You're already admitting defeat before the battle even begins! If you win this battle, fine, but if you lose, hmph."

He abstained from sex and fled in disarray.

In the center of the arena, Ye Qingxuan and Jie Se stood about ten feet apart.

Outside the venue, Wu Qiong and Su Mubai stood together watching the show.

"Little Bai, do you know why Abbot Xuan Kong and Master Zi Yang insist on comparing their abilities?" Wu Qiong asked with a smile.

"The conflict between Buddhism and Taoism," Su Mubai replied, as always, concisely.

"That's not the case." Wu Qiong looked at her face, his eyes involuntarily drifting towards her thin lips.

"Oh?" The little white girl did not stop his gaze. Although her face was still cold, her eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Wu Qiong felt uncomfortable under her gaze, coughed twice, and turned his head away: "That's because Abbot Xuankong and Master Ziyang have a secret that only the two of them know."