Xing Tie: Wait a minute! How come Weng Xing has two saviors?

"I've had enough of you, you despicable, shameless, ungrateful little bastard!"

She took a step closer, her cloudy eyes fixed on Bai Mo, her voice low and menacing: "You must have heard of the 'Purifier's' reputation, right?"

Those hyenas that roam the shadows, obeying only commands and not people.

Seeing Bai Mo's pupils shrink almost imperceptibly, Katniss's smile became even more twisted.

"I admit, that bitch Aglaia protected the Holy City like an iron barrel... but!"

Her voice suddenly rose, filled with malicious excitement: "That pink-haired little brat!"

She must have left the holy city every week to travel alone to Janusapolis to study priesthood, right?

Janusapolis has quite a few off-the-beaten-path streets...tsk tsk tsk.

Katniss stretched out her withered fingers and gestured in front of her eyes, making an extremely cruel gouging motion, her face showing a morbid ecstasy:

"You mean... what if that adorable, fairy-like girl suddenly lost her beautiful, expressive eyes...?"

When she cries, will those glistening tears be... a beautiful gold? As dazzling as her golden bloodline? Hmm? Hahahaha!

Her expression turned visibly cold as she looked at Bai Mo. Deep within his eyes, which always held a hint of laziness and mockery, it seemed as if ice from hell was freezing and spreading.

This reaction gave Katniss immense satisfaction, and she burst into hearty, hysterical laughter:

"Are you angry, Bai Mo? Do you want to rush out right now and grind the entire Senate to dust?!"

She laughed until tears almost streamed down her face, her tone filled with smug satisfaction at having everything under control. "I know that woman, Aglaia, too well! All she thinks about is the stability of the Holy City! It's all about the big picture!"

She would never allow you to act recklessly and commit murder for the sake of a mere girl! Hahaha! What will you get by following her? Restraint! Shackles!

Katniss abruptly stopped laughing, a seductive glint in her cloudy eyes, her voice alluring:

"Why not... come with me! As long as you nod, sign this agreement, and become my power... that pink-haired little girl will naturally be safe. Otherwise..."

She drew out the melody, savoring the suppressed coldness on Bai Mo's face, as if admiring a work of art on the verge of shattering:

"I'll only give you three days to think it over." She seemed to suddenly remember something, adding maliciously, "Oh, by the way. I heard... it's your birthday tomorrow?"

Katniss revealed an extremely malicious, viper-like smile: "I hope... you'll like this 'birthday present' I've given you! Hahahaha!"

Amidst her maniacal laughter, she slammed a pre-prepared parchment agreement, covered in densely packed clauses, onto the expensive mahogany table in the center of the private room with a resounding "thud!" The sound was particularly jarring in the otherwise silent room.

The agreement was filled with extremely harsh clauses, demanding Bai Mo's complete loyalty and obedience to all of Katniss's orders. Every word reeked of the corruption of power and the shackles on the soul.

Katniss, with the air of a victor, turned and strode away, leaving behind a room filled with oppressive coldness and the agreement that symbolized a naked threat.

Bai Mo stood motionless. The private room was deathly silent, save for the occasional soft crackling of the burning wood in the fireplace.

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze falling on the glaring agreement.

The corners of his mouth gradually curled upwards, eventually forming an extremely cold arc that seemed capable of freezing the soul.

Bai Mo suddenly laughed, but the laughter was so deep it seemed to come from the deepest abyss, carrying a chilling calmness. "You like it?... I 'like' this birthday present you gave me so much, Katniss."

The next night.

Aglaia and Bai Mo sat in a relatively quiet corner, with several plates of grilled fish placed in front of them.

Aglaia's gaze carefully measured Bai Mo's black-based, white and blue outfit.

Every stitch and every thread had been repeatedly caressed by her fingertips.

She spoke calmly, "Bai Mo, you've finally... decided to wear it?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo's slender fingers unconsciously brushed against the soft collar of his clothes.

A faint, gentle smile curved his lips, and his blue eyes shone with a warm glow in the light.

"In Xi Lian's words, at twenty years old, it is the age when one should be steady and reliable."

It's my birthday, so I should wear something decent to make those who care about me...happy.

“But Bai Mo…” Aglaia put down her knife and fork, her fingertips tracing the cool rim of her glass, her voice low and tinged with seriousness, “Regarding the Senate, regarding Kayneth’s threat yesterday, I…”

Before he could finish speaking, Bai Mo gently shook his head. His smile remained gentle, but a barely perceptible sharpness flashed deep within his blue eyes.

“Ms. Aglaia,” he said calmly, yet with an undeniable authority.

"Tonight is a day for celebration. Let's not talk about those troublesome things, okay?"

Chapter 74, Xia Die: Quack! Awesome! This is exactly what I wanted to see!

He turned his head slightly, his gaze falling on the lively atmosphere in the center of the banquet, enveloped in laughter and chatter. "Listen, they're all greeting me."

Bai Mo calmly stood up, his tall figure heading straight towards Bai E, who was surrounded by his friends.

Aglaia's gaze followed him, finally settling on the plates of fish that were still perfectly intact. A sigh, unnoticed even by herself, escaped her lips.

The atmosphere at the banquet center was in full swing.

"Oh! Look who's here! Our two main characters have finally met up victoriously!?" Xi Lian sat down next to Xia Die, holding the soft and cuddly Tian.

Seeing the two brothers walking side by side, he immediately raised the berry dessert he had just fed Tian a small bite of, his face beaming with undisguised satisfaction.

"The clothes are really nice, Bai Mo~" She looked Bai Mo up and down, her eyes sparkling.

"Tsk, he looks completely different in this! He really does look like a mature and reliable adult! So handsome!"

“Indeed,” Xia Die put down the small fork in her hand, her gaze shifting between Bai E and Bai Mo.

Her usually calm eyes shone slightly at this moment. "Your Excellency Bai Mo, the cut and color scheme of this new dress suit your temperament perfectly."

Both of them looked exceptionally radiant today.

Xia Die's gaze lingered for a moment on Bai Mo's black base with white and blue stripes and Bai E's white base with black and blue stripes. Her fingertips unconsciously curled up, as if she habitually wanted to grasp some long, thin object.

“Mo Bao,” Feng Jin said with a smile, her tone teasing, as she skillfully fed Ika, who was squatting on the table, with a special little spoon.

"Did Ms. Aglaia just call you over to make sure you're finally willing to wear her 'heavy' gift?"

Ms. Aglaia had mentioned to us quite a bit before, worried that her aesthetic sense wouldn't meet your standards.

She winked mischievously, and little Ika chimed in at the opportune moment, as if in agreement.

Faced with the enthusiastic praise from everyone, Bai Mo showed a rare hint of embarrassment, and the tips of his ears seemed to be tinged with a barely perceptible red.

He waved his hand with a smile: "If everyone keeps praising me like this, I really want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into."

Bai Mo walked to Bai E's side and naturally put his hand on his brother's shoulder, the gesture carrying an intimate casualness: "Bai E, what are you guys plotting here?"

Bai E turned around, his face filled with pure joy. Seeing Bai Mo's face and new clothes so close to his, he grinned and said, "Wan Di said he would teach me the unique war dance of Xuanfeng City!"

He then took a closer look at Bai Mo. "The clothes are quite stylish, and Ms. Aglaia's craftsmanship is impeccable... However... I remember she finished knitting them a year ago, right?"

Why are you only thinking of wearing this now? Is it because it's your birthday and you finally had a change of heart?

"None of your business." Bai Mo snorted lightly, tightening his grip on Bai E's shoulder to turn him towards him. He looked directly at his brother, his gaze carrying a hint of interest and a subtle, almost defiant, confidence.

"Dancing? The war dance of the suspended blade? Sounds interesting. But, Bai'er, can you dance? Would you like me to teach you?"

"Huh? This..." Bai E was taken aback by his sudden approach and suggestion, and subconsciously looked at Wan Di with a questioning look in his eyes.

Wan Di understood immediately, laughed heartily, took a step back, and made a perfectly standard "please" gesture: "Savior! Today, you brothers are the main characters! This is a rare opportunity, please!"

Just then, Xia Die silently placed the delicate little cake in her hand back on the edge of the plate.

She leaned forward slightly, her hands clasped together on her knees, her fingertips turning slightly white from the effort.

Those eyes were incredibly bright at that moment, fixed intently on the two brothers, and they even held their breath, afraid of missing any subtle expression or movement.

(Xia Die: Wow! Amazing! The younger brother took the initiative! Invited! Guided! Danced together! That look! That aura! Declaring ownership?! This is exactly what I wanted to see! Worth it! Worth the ticket price!!!)

In the center of the dance floor, a soothing and melodious tune flowed out at just the right moment, replacing the previous lively rhythm like a clear spring flowing into the clamor.

Bai Mo extended his right hand, not with the elegant gesture of an invitation like a lady, but with an undeniable sense of composure and strength befitting a warrior, firmly and precisely grasping Bai E's right wrist.

At the same time, his left hand naturally rose, guiding Bai Er's left hand to rest on his shoulder blade.

Bai Er clearly hadn't expected his younger brother to be serious, and that his actions would be so direct and forceful.

His body visibly stiffened, his wrist, accustomed to wielding a sword for years, seemed somewhat lost in Bai Mo's palm, his face filled with astonishment and a hint of barely perceptible embarrassment: "Hey! Bai Mo! You...you're serious? There...so many people..."

"Stop talking nonsense," Bai Mo's voice was not loud, but it carried a strange, soothing power that could penetrate the noise, like a calm rock.

He looked intently into his brother's slightly flustered eyes, his fingertips applying slight pressure, conveying a clear sense of direction. "Follow me. Trust me."

He glided back half a step with his left foot, while his wrist pulled Bai E's right hand forward, guiding him to step out with his right foot in sync.

“Yes, that’s it.” Bai Mo’s voice was deep and clear, and every movement was concise and powerful.

Bai E's movements were initially clumsy and stiff, like a steel golem that had been forcibly activated, his steps heavy, almost stepping on Bai Mo's feet.

Under Bai Mo's guidance, whose slender yet powerful aura guided his tall figure, he surprisingly appeared somewhat clumsy and endearing.

"Relax," Bai Mo's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible helpless laughter as he slightly adjusted the pressure on Bai Mo's wrist, shifting from control to gentler support.

He guided a giant ship into a calm harbor. "Shoulders down... shift your weight to me... right foot, move sideways... good."

One step, two steps... Bai Mo's guidance was unexpectedly precise and patient.

His movements possess an Eastern-style understated elegance, quite different from the ruggedness of the Suspended Blade Dance, yet they form a unique style, full of flowing, graceful beauty.

He sometimes guided Bai E to spin, his arm as steady as a rock; sometimes he stepped back, giving space to his brother, but he was always the anchor point for guidance.

The astonishment and embarrassment in Bai E's eyes were gradually replaced by a novel focus.

He was no longer that clumsy beginner; under Bai Mo's guiding influence, he found his own rhythm.

His steps gradually became smoother, and his tall body, under his younger brother's control, showed a strange harmony.

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Say the important thing three times!

Thank you all for your support and understanding!

Thank you all for your support and understanding!

Thank you all for your support and understanding!

Um... I only need to say it three times, I don't need to show the method three times...

Chapter 75 Bai Mo: This is no ordinary behavior; we must strike hard!

Looking at this rare scene, Xi Lian felt both amused and touched. She secretly squeezed Tian's little hand and muttered, "This kid... he's quite good at taking care of people."

Feng Jin stopped feeding Ika completely, resting her chin on her hand with great interest, a playful smile on her lips.

Wan Di crossed his arms, grinned, and made no attempt to hide his envy of this brotherhood.

Xia Die, on the other hand, pursed her lips tightly, her cheeks flushed slightly with excitement, her eyes unblinking as if she were recording every frame with her soul, her inner screams already tearing the roof off!

Everyone present was completely captivated by this unique dance between brothers, and even the air seemed to be filled with starlight and warmth.

As the banquet drew to a close.

Bai Mo cleverly led Aglaia away from the enticingly fragrant grilled fish table and to a relatively secluded spot in the shade of a colonnade.

“Bai Mo,” Aglaia’s voice was low, like a heavy lead weight falling between them, her insightful eyes fixed on him.

"The more deliberate your absurdity tonight is, the more it terrifies me. This isn't you, or rather, this isn't how you should be."

Bai Mo wore his usual, almost cynical smile as he raised his hand to straighten the clothes he was wearing, which had once felt incredibly heavy.

Bai Mo said casually, "Ms. Aglaia, you're overthinking it. She's twenty years old; shouldn't she have a proper farewell ceremony?"

Say goodbye to those carefree days when all you had to do was nap in the sun.

A heavy responsibility is already knocking at the door, and I just want to take one last, indulgent breath of free air before it completely consumes me.

Aglaia remained silent for a moment, as if trying to uncover the true intentions beneath his smile.

Finally, she let out a very soft sigh, a mixture of helplessness and resolve.

"...Alright. But I must remind you again that as the guardian of the Holy City, I must consider its stability."

The Senate—those poisonous vines that entrenched themselves in the heart of Ohma—I loathe their decay and greed more than anyone else.

However, I cannot and should not openly support your actions against them.

Her tone grew more serious. "Besides, their roots have already penetrated every inch of the soil in Ohmma. If you were to uproot them in an instant... the consequences would be unpredictable... Never mind... I have always respected your choices."

Before she finished speaking, she stuffed something into Bai Mo's hand—a golden thread that shimmered with a strange, warm luster.