I am the old, fiery-faced man from the senior department.

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His only brother, whom he could call a close relative, was much younger than him, not to mention that he had started his own family, and he rarely had a heart-to-heart talk with him more than a few days a year.

Looking at the group of immortals, a gathering of twelve people, just thinking about it makes one feel excited.

"It's lively... It is indeed quite noisy. And there are a few guys who can't stay still."

"Although I don't get along with the writer, we surprisingly agree on the views of this gathering."

This was the first time Bai Zhou had ever heard Xi mention the "magic pen" in her words.

Moreover, she's doing it in this way, like a silly older sister finally being sensible for once. If Miao Bi saw this, it would probably lead to another fierce debate.

Only when Miaobi and she were arguing could Baizhou see Xi break free of her aloofness and use vulgar language.

"That's perfect, sir. You can now come back to your senses and meet with your teachers."

"Commander?"

Xi glanced at Bai Zhou, then remembered something someone who wielded a sword had said.

"Did you learn anything useful from them? You must have suffered a lot."

Xi was quite reassured about this, and only asked to make sure that they hadn't treated Ah Xi like a servant or errand boy.

If no one does it, that's fine. But if someone does it, she'll take this opportunity to catch up with him/her.

"No, all my teachers taught me with their hearts. It was my own stupidity that caused them a lot of trouble."

That's good.

Although Bai Zhou said that, Xi, who knew how stubborn this idiot was, still felt she should go back and ask him properly.

"Then let's go."

Having eaten breakfast, I didn't plan to stay here any longer.

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"This thing...is it really useful?"

Looking at the rectangular object on the table, which resembled a pillow, the older brother frowned as he watched his younger sister chewing on an apple.

"I don't know. How would I know if this thing is suitable for you to see the old man?"

He tossed the fruit pit into the trash can, clapped his hands, wiped his mouth, and continued:

"But you, are you really going to risk it? Don't end up losing money instead of pulling that unlucky guy out."

"We certainly won't enter a dream so easily."

The elder brother took the pillow aside, then picked up a piece of paper and began to write.

"What are you writing?"

The boy curiously came over to take a look.

"Huh, is this for Xiaobai?"

"Ah."

The elder brother gave a strange smile, which made Nian involuntarily shrink his arms.

"What mischief are you up to now?"

“We share the same origin as Him. As you said, if we enter the dream, it will be like sheep entering the wolf’s mouth, never to return. It may even cause Him to awaken prematurely. At that time, both the Great Yan and we will be injured, and we may not even return.”

“I think if the old thing really wakes up, Little White will force Him to separate us again.”

"But let's try a different approach."

Nian also revealed a strange smile.

"Do you think if that old thing got our memories, would he also be trapped in the quagmire called Ah Xi, unable to extricate himself, just like us?"

How would I know?

Her brother also shrank his arms, just like she had done earlier.

Although he admired Ah Xi, it didn't mean he would go and sword fight with Ah Xi. Their relationship was one of genuine friendship between ruler and subject.

But some of them have indeed developed those feelings, and if He were to actually win them over, the outcome might really be like that.

"Ugh... I really want to see that kind of situation."

The young man sighed, then let out a sigh.

Unfortunately, only one of them can exist between them and the old man; there is absolutely no possibility of them coexisting.

"Oh, right, you still haven't told me what you want Ah Xi to do."

He looked at his brother again that year.

"This matter... needs to be discussed in detail after we return from the National Day holiday."

The elder brother's mysterious demeanor has piqued everyone's curiosity for years.

"Can't you talk to me first? I promise I won't tell anyone,"

The older brother put down his pen, looked at his younger sister whose face was full of curiosity, and shook his head helplessly.

"Alright, I'll need your cooperation then, so it's fine to let you know in advance."

The elder brother sorted out his thoughts and told Nian about his plan.

"Wait... would Eleven really do something like that? She's definitely not going to agree to it."

"Her feelings for Ah Xi will lead her to make this choice."

"Love is blind, and the rationality of a person in love changes as love intensifies. When it comes to the one they love, even the coldest person will become tender, and even the hardest heart will soften."

"The stronger the feelings, the greater the chance that she will make this decision."

The elder brother took out a book, opened a few pages, and recited his summary.

"..."

Glancing at the book in his brother's hand, the red-and-white immortal helplessly covered his forehead and sighed.

Thirty-six Strategies for Love? Are these kinds of books really useful?

Seventy-six. Even an ant can try to shake a tree (Part 1)

[Xi's Diary]

[Part 1]

A decent person shouldn't keep a diary... but this time I have no choice but to.

This place is crowded and noisy, so you can't vent your anger anywhere, and with those puppets watching, you can't even sneak into the painting to vent your frustration.

Although I'm not afraid of being reported by those puppets, considering Ah Xi... I can only use some ink to vent my frustration into words.

It has been four days since I came to this city with Ah Xi. Apart from the first day when we met the dragon together, I have been living alone in this side hall for the past two days and have not seen Ah Xi again.

The servants who came to deliver meals and clean did not dare to discuss such important matters of the court... or perhaps they were too afraid to tell me, so they dared not speak to me.

[Part Two]

It's been five days, and Ben Axi has only come back once. He just sat down, ate something, said a few words to me, and then left again. I don't know what he's busy with... I really want to take him away from here.

Life for two... is wonderful.

[Part Three]

I don't want to write, and I can't write anything. There's clearly nothing to record, so why should I even open it?

Ah Xi hasn't come back again...

"How awful... If you weren't going to stay with me, why did you bring me back with you?"

The artist threw her brush aside heavily, staining the table black with ink, but she didn't care. She just leaned back in her chair in frustration and stared intently at the still-wet ink on the paper.

"boom!"

The door was kicked open arrogantly, her oversized coat was swung around making a "whoosh whoosh" sound, and her white boots were raised high.

"boom!"

This time it was the sound of her forehead hitting the door.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Why is there a house with such a high threshold?"

An incoherent voice rang out, and the artist glanced at her with disdain before closing the notebook on the table.

"Oh my goodness!"

The red-and-white immortal, acting as if they were old friends, pulled up a stool and sat next to the painter, tilting his head up to lean closer to her.

"If only I had a nice little sister who could rub it for me and blow on it."

“I have a better way, a way to solve the problem once and for all.”

"Huh? Really? What's the method?"

"Chop off your little head along with that door. Once your head is gone, you won't feel any pain."

"Oh! How clever you are! But I still don't want it. I haven't had enough fun yet, how can I die young?"

The artist glared at the mischievous immortal and said coldly:

"You wouldn't come to my temple without a reason. What brings you here?"

"Don't be so formal, Eleven. My dear little sister."

The immortal rested his chin on his hand, carefully examining his younger sister whom he hadn't seen for half a month.

"Hmm, it seems Little White has taken good care of you; your tail is much healthier now."

"Hmph, it's still better than your skinny frame."

The artist tucked his tail in and then continued arguing with her.