Super God: There's a mischievous Xi in my head

"A-Zhui, what's wrong?" Cang Yu looked at the girl beside him, who was obviously nervous and at a loss, and asked her gently.

Upon hearing his voice, Ah Zhui recalled the encouraging words that Sister Yan and Senior Youyue had spoken to her outside the door.

She quietly clenched her fist, cheering herself on in her heart: Come on, A-Zhui! You can do it!

"Um...my idol, I...I..." The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she still stammered because of shyness.

Cang Yu understood, feeling both helpless and pity.

If he still doesn't understand what Ah-Zhui is trying to say at this moment, then he's truly slow-witted.

Of course, it's really difficult for a girl to muster up the courage to confess her feelings.

Before A-Zhui could continue struggling to organize her thoughts, Cang Yu reached out and gently pinched her fair cheek with his fingertips.

Her skin was so delicate it looked like you could squeeze water out of it.

"Hmm..." The sudden intimate touch made Ah-Zhui tremble slightly, and she swallowed back the words that were about to come out, her cheeks turning even redder.

"I understand your feelings," Cang Yu said softly, gazing into her eyes.

From his gaze, A-Zhui clearly felt that gentle yet affirmative response.

A sweet feeling welled up in her heart, and she lowered her eyes and nodded gently.

"Um……"

"Ah-Zhui".

"Um?"

"Do you know Zhangjiakou?" Cang Yu suddenly asked.

Ah-Zhui tilted her head in confusion, searched her memory bank, and then shook her head blankly.

Cang Yu smiled slightly, leaned close to her ear, and whispered in a low voice that only the two of them could hear:

"I've ceded Zhangjiakou."

A-Zhui was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening, her cheeks instantly turned red, and even the tips of her ears turned crimson.

She lowered her head and nodded very slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Although the movement was subtle, Cang Yu clearly captured it.

—She agreed.

Next, Cangyu led Azhui to experience the "profoundness" and "unique charm" of Chinese culture:

He patiently explained the spirit of mutual assistance in the "I Help Qinhuangdao" campaign.

It also elaborates on the virtue of humility in "I make konjac drink more."

He even personally demonstrated how to respectfully "touch RMB".

Finally, with extremely gentle touches, he gently massaged A-Zhui's temples to help her relax.

Afterwards, Cang Yu keenly discovered that A-Zhui was still lacking in certain "practical knowledge".

With a spirit of tireless teaching, he enthusiastically conducted a thorough investigation.

Only then did he carefully fill Ah-Zhui's mind with the precious first-hand "knowledge data".

Having learned a lot of "new knowledge," Ah-Zhui finally felt a bit "indigested" and couldn't absorb any more.

Seeing that the good student had indeed reached his limit, Cang Yu reluctantly stopped teaching.

He understood the importance of balancing work and rest.

He couldn't bear to let Ah-Zhui "crash" if he fed too much information at once.

Seeing that A-Zhui was trying very hard but still couldn't keep up with the "teaching progress", Cang Yu could only sigh helplessly and with pity.

He got up, intending to prepare some nourishing supplements for this diligent "student".

After all, having learned so much, it's time to "replenish your brain."

When Cang Yu returned to the room with the stewed bird's nest with rock sugar, A Zhui was already curled up asleep on the sofa.

She was covered with a blue feather coat, her eyelashes still stained with wet tears, but the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, as if she were having a sweet dream.

Cang Yu gently placed the porcelain cup on the coffee table, then squatted down to examine her sleeping face.

This valiant angel warrior, so dashing on the battlefield, now lets down all her guard, as soft as a fledgling bird folding its wings.

He was about to carry her to bed when Ah-Zhui groggily opened her eyes.

"My idol..." Her voice was still hoarse from just waking up, and she instinctively reached out to wrap her arms around his neck, "I haven't finished learning all the knowledge yet..."

Cang Yu was amused by her and picked her up, coat and all, in one go: "That's all for today's lesson. It's time for the outstanding student to rest."

"But Sister Yan said..." A-Zhui buried her face in his shoulder, her voice muffled, "that a qualified angel guardian must pass all the tests..."

"The rules set by your queen," Cang Yu placed her on the edge of the bed and tapped her nose with his fingertip, "do not apply here."

As he turned to get the bird's nest, he didn't notice the cunning glint in Ah Zhui's eyes.

When he returned with the porcelain bowl, the girl had already sat up straight, her hands neatly placed on her knees.

However, the jacket had somehow slipped off, revealing the shirt collar where two buttons had been accidentally undone during the "teaching" session.

Cang Yu paused.

"My idol," Ah-Zhui looked up, the light shattering into stars in her pupils, "I suddenly feel... like I could learn a little more?"

The air was silent for three seconds.

Cang Yu suddenly placed the porcelain cup on the bedside table, the metal base making a crisp sound as it collided with the glass.

"Very good." He leaned over, one hand on the edge of the bed beside her, casting a shadow as he leaned down. "Then let's take... the advanced course."

Outside the window, Qi Lin, who had originally planned to deliver fruit, stood in the corridor, listening to the faint exclamations and low laughter coming from inside the door.

She silently placed the fruit platter at the door, but couldn't help but smile as she turned away.

It looks like someone will be "tutoring" until late tonight again.

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The small post-war victory celebration was held simply yet enthusiastically in an open space amidst the ruins.

The warriors of the underworld had not experienced such a pure, carefree moment of liberation for far too long.

The firelight illuminated faces, some weathered, some excited, as some held up captured drinks and sang.

Some people, with their arms around each other, reminisced about a victory from a thousand years ago, while others simply sat quietly, watching the leaping flames, their eyes filled with a long-lost light.

On the high ruins, Lu Fa sat alone, watching his subordinates below dancing and drinking heartily. The corners of his cold, hard lips unconsciously turned up slightly.

Perhaps I was wrong in the past.

The so-called "innocence" stripped away by King Peel, the vengeful obsession that has persisted for thousands of years and is almost etched into the bone marrow... are they really that important?

What truly matters is never empty fame or the distinction between good and evil;

Instead, it was these brothers who had always followed him through thick and thin, whether he was a general or a fugitive.

Lu Fa looked down at the Asura Summoner in his palm; its metal casing shimmered with a dark purple light under the moonlight.

He tightened his fingers, feeling the power emanating from the armor, as if connected to his bloodline, and then slowly relaxed them.

He raised his head and gazed at the boundless night sky. The stars were lonely, yet they seemed warmer than Ares's eternally cold military star map.

It really is true... thank you so much to that person.

After a thousand years of obsessive pursuit, he was finally able to stop and see clearly what was truly a "precious thing" worth holding in his hands.

At least for now... it's not too late.

"I'll go see him tomorrow," Lufa murmured to himself.

When returning the summoner, I can ask that person about the Netherworld Legion...

No, it's about what opinions or suggestions you have for this group of "people" who are finally trying to let go of the past and find a new place to stand.

He no longer wanted to lead his brothers, who had followed him through a thousand years of wandering, down that path of no return, cursed by "innocence" and "revenge."

All he wanted was for them to be able to laugh from the bottom of their hearts and enjoy simple, pure happiness, just like they were doing right now.

There is no need to be bound by past hatred, which blinds us and obscures our true feelings.

A gentle night breeze blew by, carrying the warmth of the distant campfire and the faint sound of relaxed laughter and chatter from the soldiers.