Douluo: Son of Destruction of Life, Supreme Creator!

"What did you say?"

“I said yes. I am willing to be your maid.”

Meng Yiran mustered her courage and said.

She didn't care about status at all. Following a prodigy like Gu Linyuan, even being a maid would be worthwhile.

“Your talent is quite good. If you become my maid, you will have much less time to cultivate, and many trivial matters will interfere with your cultivation. Can you accept that?” Gu Linyuan’s expression became solemn.

“It’s still acceptable.” Meng Yiran thought for a moment and nodded.

She had made up her mind. As long as she could follow Gu Linyuan, paying some price would be worthwhile.

She knew it very well.

For women, sometimes making the right choices is more important than working hard.

Are you sure? You won't regret it?

Something bad has happened; it's coming for me.

"I'm sure. I won't regret it."

"Alright then. My little maid, shouldn't you go prepare my breakfast?"

Gu Linyuan made a joke.

Meng Yiran was stunned for a moment, then her eyes suddenly lit up, as if stars were exploding inside them.

"I'll go right now!"

She turned and walked toward the kitchen, her steps as light as a deer leaping through the woods.

Since Meng Yiran insisted on following him, how could he refuse?

He really lacks a close confidant to take care of his daily life.

Back in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, he was served by maids. These days, he either eats whatever dry rations he can find or goes to the tavern to drink alone in his sorrow.

If a table of food and wine were waiting for me after each day's practice, it wouldn't be so bad.

You could just find any nanny or maid outside, and they certainly wouldn't be as pleasing to the eye as Meng Yiran.

As for Meng Yiran's cultivation progress... If she really became his maid, would he really mistreat her?

……

On the table.

Dugu Yan sat to the side, her purple eyes moving from Meng Yiran to Gu Linyuan, and then back to Meng Yiran.

She reached out and pinched Meng Yiran's thigh hard.

"Hey."

Dugu Yan lowered her voice, her purple eyes wide open.

"You're not really going to be his maid, are you?"

"why not?"

Meng Yiran asked back, as if it were perfectly reasonable.

"I think it's great."

Dugu Yan opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but looking at Meng Yiran's face, which was slightly flushed with joy, all the words stuck in her throat.

She wanted to say, "You are the legitimate daughter of a beast clan, yet you're working as a maid. What would your grandfather think if he found out?"

She wanted to say, "He made you a maid, so you did? Where's your backbone? Where's your pride?"

Or perhaps Gu Linyuan harbors a secret she is unaware of. This secret would certainly be very attractive to a woman.

Even if Meng Yiran didn't say it, Dugu Yan could guess this.

Because she suddenly noticed a radiance on Meng Yiran's face that she had never seen before.

That radiance wasn't from receiving a precious gift, nor from winning an important competition, but from a purer, more instinctive happiness.

Dugu Yan remained silent for a long time.

What secret does Gu Linyuan hold that makes Meng Yiran willing to become a maid and stay by his side?

Then she turned her head and looked at Gu Linyuan.

Gu Linyuan was sitting at the dining table, the morning light streaming in through the window, illuminating his profile and highlighting his sharply defined features. He had sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose, and slightly pursed thin lips.

Dugu Yan looked at that face, and a smile slowly appeared in her purple eyes.

The smile was faint and indistinct.

But if someone looks closely, they will find something indescribable hidden in that smile.

It wasn't out of kindness.

She stood up, walked to the dining table, and sat down opposite Gu Linyuan.

He took out a celadon wine pot from his sleeve. The pot was small and had no decorations on it, as simple as if it were a cheap item he had just bought from a market.

But she held the wine pot with great solemnity, as if she were holding a precious treasure.

"This is the wine I brewed; ordinary people can't get their hands on it."

She uncorked the pot, and a rich aroma of wine immediately wafted out from the spout.

The aroma of the wine was unique, unlike any other wine on the market that had floral or fruity notes, and also a faint, indescribable sweetness.

She poured a cup and pushed it in front of Gu Linyuan, her purple eyes curving into two crescent moons.

I'd like to offer you a toast.

Gu Linyuan picked up his wine glass, brought it to his nose, and smelled it.

The wine has a rich aroma with a subtle sweetness, like honey water infused with flower petals.

"Yiran, why don't you have a drink with me too?"

"Oh." Meng Yiran nodded.

Dugu Yan turned her head and looked at Gu Linyuan with a smile, a hint of barely perceptible expectation flashing in her purple eyes.

"please."

Gu Linyuan glanced at her, said nothing, and downed the wine in his glass in one gulp. The wine was sweet and refreshing, with a faint warmth, as it slid down his throat and into his stomach.

He knew Dugu Yan was skilled in poisons, so this wine was definitely not ordinary. But he wasn't even afraid of Tang San's poison, so why would he be afraid of Dugu Yan?

Dugu Yan watched him drink the wine, and the smile on her lips deepened.

There was a sense of satisfaction in those purple eyes, as if a scheme had succeeded.

The wine was laced with a sleeping potion unique to the Dugu family.

After drinking this wine, without her unique antidote, Gu Linyuan will fall into a deep sleep. Once he's asleep, she can thoroughly, slowly, and meticulously investigate his secrets.

"Hmph. Even if you have secrets, they've still fallen into my hands." Dugu Yan said with a smile.

As expected, Meng Yiran drank the wine and soon fell into a drunken stupor.

"What does this woman want to do?"

Gu Linyuan feigned a yawn and then fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter 43 The Vicious Dugu Yan Slaps Him Directly

"whee……"

"Gu Linyuan, Gu Linyuan, you still ended up in my hands."

"That Yu Tianheng, who was just trying to outmaneuver you, actually went head-to-head with you and ended up suffering a huge loss."

Dugu Yan clapped her hands and stood up.

She straightened up, her long purple hair slipping down her shoulders, gleaming with an eerie and gorgeous luster in the morning light.

Meng Yiran was tall and slender, like a verdant bamboo, upright and graceful. Dugu Yan, on the other hand, possessed a different kind of charm.

She was slightly shorter than Meng Yiran, but her proportions were even more exaggerated. Her waist was so slender that it seemed to be held tightly by an invisible hand, creating a smooth and stunning curve.

"I don't know what Yiran was thinking. Giving it away for free..."

Dugu Yan's beautiful eyes lit up. She first walked up to Meng Yiran and gave her waist and snow-white skin a heavy squeeze.

"It still feels really nice, soft and bouncy..."

Then, she came to stand in front of Gu Linyuan.

She looked up at the boy in front of her.

Gu Linyuan remained the same, leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed and his breathing steady.

Dugu Yan walked up to him, looked up at the boy who was half a head taller than her, and his face was reflected in her purple eyes.

"It is indeed very good."

She reached out, her slender fingers landing on Gu Linyuan's chin, gently lifting his face.

My fingertips felt the sharp angles of his jawline, lines as sharp as if cut by a knife.

"He's much more handsome than Yu Tianheng, and stronger too..."

She moved closer, close enough to smell his scent.

It wasn't the smell of sweat, but a clean, fresh scent, like the fragrance of a forest after rain.

Her breathing quickened involuntarily, and her heart skipped a beat.

She suddenly understood why Meng Yiran was so infatuated. Gu Linyuan's looks were the kind that grew on you; the more you looked, the more you fell for him.

She took a deep breath and calmed herself.

"But from now on, you belong to me, Dugu Yan."

"This pill was made by my grandfather. It's made with forty-nine kinds of poison, and to counteract it, you need forty-nine antidotes. Moreover, if the order in which they are added is wrong during the concoction process, it won't just fail to neutralize the poison, but will also detonate the toxins inside the body..."

She lifted Gu Linyuan's chin, put the pill into his mouth, and then gently lifted his chin again, letting the pill slide down his throat into his stomach.