Don't mess with that necromancer; his summoned creatures level up on their own!

She was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with shoulder-length black hair that was a little messy, and wisps of hair falling over her eyebrows, revealing a pair of big, bright black eyes.

She was staring at him intently, her eyes filled with the curiosity and timidity of a kitten.

Lu Zhixing's eyes met hers.

The girl's pupils dilated suddenly, and she quickly pulled her head back. Only a small, fleeting glimpse of her skirt remained at the corner of the stairs.

Lu Zhixing blinked, turned to look at Lu Zaoxie, his face full of confusion.

"Dad, I think I just saw a girl on the stairs?"

Lu Zaoxie put down his wine glass and laughed heartily.

"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you." He glanced towards the stairs, his smile widening.

"That girl's name is Song Xiaohe, and she comes from a place called Shenghun Village, which is under the jurisdiction of Dachang City."

Lu Zhixing waited for the next part.

"Her parents died early, and she was raised by the village chief of Shenghun Village. That old man is an old friend of mine. He called me a few days ago and said that this girl had awakened ahead of schedule and asked me to adopt her."

Lu Zao paused for a moment.

"S-rank, Knight class - Four-winged Angel".

Lu Zhixing's hand, which was picking up food, stopped completely.

Four-winged Angel. One of the top branches of the Knight class, known for its extremely high growth potential.

It starts with two wings, and evolves to four wings, six wings, and at SSS level it will evolve into an eight-winged angel.

As long as resources are available, this girl's future is limitless.

Lu Zaoxie said in a flat tone, "Your mother likes her quite a bit too, saying she's sensible and polite."

Shen Jing nodded beside her, her face showing an expression that said, "I've been raising her like a daughter."

Lu Zaoxie's voice suddenly became more serious: "Zhixing, this girl is talented and sensible. From now on, you must take care of her like a younger sister, do you understand?"

Lu Zhixing looked at the empty corner at the top of the stairs and recalled those big, dark, bright eyes from earlier, as timid as a fawn's.

He nodded.

"Okay, I understand."

At the corner of the stairs, the hem of her skirt flashed again.

The girl seemed to still be there, secretly listening.

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night.

Lu Zhixing threw himself onto the soft bed and stared at the ceiling for a while.

He rolled over and pulled the blanket up to his chin.

Undead Castle instance.

Difficult level. An exclusive dungeon for levels 3 to 5, where the monsters are significantly stronger than the Shadow Wolves in the wild.

I'm kind of looking forward to it.

He closed his eyes and slept exceptionally soundly.

In his dream, it felt like something was pressing on his chest, warm and soft, like a cat nestled in his arms.

The warmth spread from his chest to his limbs, making him feel languid and too lazy to even turn over.

A faint milky scent lingered around my nose, which inexplicably made me feel at ease.

Time passed by, and sunlight streamed in through the curtains.

Lu Zhixing's consciousness slowly surfaced.

Without opening his eyes, the first thought that popped into his mind was that the little zombie was lying on top of him.

He lazily called out in his mind, "Little zombie, what are you doing lying on me? You're such a big zombie, do you need someone to keep you company while you sleep?"

Lu Zhixing frowned and called out again: Little Zombie?

There has still been no reply.

wrong.

The little zombie had such a fiery temper; he would have been furious after hearing that, and the news would have spread faster than a machine gun.

How could there be no response?

And... he sniffed, the milky smell became even stronger.

The little zombie only smelled of rotting earth and blood, occasionally mixed with a hint of spicy snacks. When did it ever smell of milk?

His heart skipped a beat.

Lu Zhixing suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head to look—

A little zombie stood by the bed.

A 1.5-meter-tall, bluish-gray figure stood there, his eyes, one large and one small, half-closed, his face filled with despair.

The little zombie was by the bed.

What was that lying in his arms...?

Lu Zhixing's pupils suddenly contracted.

A dark, indistinct shape was curled up in his arms. It wasn't clothes, it wasn't a pillow, it was a head.

His black hair was spread out on his chest, fluffy and tickling his collarbone.

The owner of the hair buried her face in his chest, curling up into a small ball, her breathing even and long.

He threw off the blanket and sprang up.

A girl was curled up on his bed.

It was none other than the girl at the stairwell last night. Song Xiaohe.

She was wearing a white dress, the neckline of which slipped off one shoulder, revealing her round, fair shoulder and a small section of her collarbone.

Her breathing was disturbed by Lu Zhixing's movements. She wrinkled her nose, but instead of opening her eyes, she shrank further into the blanket.

He mumbled something indistinctly, "Cold..."

Before Lu Zhixing could process what was happening, she had already groggily opened her eyes.

She looked at Lu Zhixing, blinked, blinked again, and then gave him a sweet, unguarded smile.

"What's wrong, honey?"

Lu Zhixing felt his brain completely shut down at that moment.

"You... what are you doing in my room?"

"The house is so big, Dad should have arranged a room for you. Where are the servants? Where is the butler? Weren't you supposed to be in the guest room last night? How did you get in? You—"

He paused, because he thought of a more serious problem.

"No, that's not the point. The point is, why did you call me 'husband'?!"

Song Xiaohe's face flushed red.

She lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously tugging at the hem of her skirt.

"Isn't that right?"

She raised her eyes, stole a glance at Lu Zhixing, and then quickly lowered them again.

"In romance novels and anime..." she whispered, her fingers clenching even tighter.

"The rich young master takes in down-on-his-luck girls, all...all so he can take them as...concubines..."

Lu Zhixing's lips began to twitch.

"I've read so many books, they're all like this... 'The CEO's Contract Bride,' 'Secretly Hidden,' 'Changfeng Ferry'..."

The male lead takes in the female lead, so the female lead is expected to repay him with her body, becoming his wife, serving him tea and water, cooking, doing laundry, and warming his bed...

She spoke softer and softer, becoming more and more shy.

"Don't panic, honey... I... I understand." She raised her head and bravely met Lu Zhixing's gaze.

"You took me in and gave me a place to stay. Yesterday, your uncle and aunt fed me so many things I'd never seen before... I'd never even heard of them before..."

They also bought me new clothes, a new quilt, and a new pillow. The bed is so soft, a hundred times softer than the wooden bed I used to sleep on…”

"So...so..."

"So what?" Lu Zhixing already had a bad feeling.

"So I want to repay you!" Song Xiaohe's voice suddenly rose, as if she had mustered all her courage.

"I don't have anything valuable, nor do I have any special skills. The only thing I can offer is... myself..."

She lowered her head, her forehead almost touching her knees: "So from today onwards, I belong to my husband. I can cook, do laundry, clean, and... I can warm his bed..."

When she uttered the last two words, her ears turned so red they almost bled.

Lu Zhixing took a deep, slow, forceful breath and then exhaled slowly.

"Stop."

Song Xiaohe raised her head, her eyes and the tip of her nose were red.

"First of all, we've only just met, and I have no feelings for you whatsoever. At most, I'll treat you like a little sister. So please don't call me 'husband' anymore."

"Secondly, those romance novels and anime you read—"

"Remember to push it to me."

Song Xiaohe was stunned.

She blinked, then blinked again, as if to make sure she hadn't misheard.

Then the corners of her mouth slowly curved into a smile.

"Could it be that my husband... his brother also likes watching these kinds of things?"

"dislike."

"Then why should I push it to you?"

"It is my responsibility as an older brother to correct my younger sister's bad habits."

Lu Zhixing said without changing his expression, "I need to understand what kind of nonsense you're watching before I can prescribe the right medicine and help you correct your values."

Song Xiaohe nodded thoughtfully.

"Brother is so amazing, he thought of everything so thoroughly."

Lu Zhixing gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.

These words were spoken in a grand and impeccable manner, saving face while also obtaining the book list in a seemingly logical way.

perfect.

Song Xiaohe lowered her head and started counting on her fingers, muttering to herself, "I've already finished reading 'The CEO's Contract Bride,' and 'The Picked-Up Heiress' is still being serialized. Brother, are you going to wait?"

"One at a time," Lu Zhixing interrupted her. "No rush."

He paused, then suddenly remembered something, and his expression became subtle.

"Speaking of which, you said you've read a lot of books. How did the female protagonists repay the male protagonists? Did they offer themselves to him?"

Song Xiaohe nodded vigorously.

"Is there any possibility?" Lu Zhixing carefully chose his words.

"Did the male lead take in the female lead simply because he felt sorry for her, and had no other intentions?"

Song Xiaohe tilted her head and thought for a moment, then shook her head with great certainty.

"No. In the hundreds of books I've read, the male protagonist always had a different meaning."