Douluo Dalu, a junior student, started his journey after being adopted by Bibi Dong.

They clearly treated the prince as if he didn't exist.

Prince Xingluo stood there for a long time, his lips trembling, before finally flicking his sleeve and turning away in a long stride.

As he reached the door, he paused, and without turning his head, uttered a single sentence:

"This matter... won't just end like this."

Then, carrying the Contra who had barely managed to get up, they disappeared into the night.

Mo Yuan watched the direction they left in, a cold glint flashing in her beautiful eyes, and whispered a few instructions to the maid beside her.

It was simply a matter of having people keep a close eye on their movements and report any unusual activity immediately.

When she finished explaining and turned around, Yue Qingge had already...

gone back.

Yue Qingge pushed open the door to the private room, and a warm aroma mixed with the scent of tea and a young girl's body wafted towards her.

The women, some sitting and some standing, all turned to look at him as he entered.

Zhu Zhuyun was the first to stand up.

She wore a light purple long dress, with a silver thread soft armor tied around her waist, outlining her slender and graceful figure.

She was tall, half a head taller than her younger sister Zhu Zhuqing, with a shapely figure and a curvaceous appearance.

Her long, jet-black hair was loosely tied up with a jade hairpin.

Almost instinctively, she strode forward and grabbed Yue Qingge's sleeve.

She tilted her head slightly to look at him, her red lips parted slightly, her voice filled with undisguised anxiety and concern:

"Qingge, what's wrong? Is everything alright?"

She looked exactly like a young wife waiting for her husband to come home.

The concern in his eyes and the worry between his brows were natural and unpretentious.

Chapter Seventy-Seven: Hmm

Yue Qingge looked down at the girl's anxious expression, her bright eyes reflecting his own image.

A mischievous thought suddenly popped into his head, and a wicked smile slowly curved his lips. He deliberately sighed, feigning a troubled expression.

"Oh, I see... I spent one million gold soul coins to buy you sisters."

He paused, leaned closer, lowered his voice, and spoke in an extremely ambiguous tone:

"From now on, you are all mine."

He had expected Zhu Zhuyun to blush, get angry, and stomp her feet, calling him a "rogue."

After all, given her personality, being so directly asserted as to assert her dominance should have triggered a strong reaction from her.

However, Zhu Zhuyun was only slightly taken aback. Two faint blushes appeared on her fair face, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Then she lowered her eyes and softly hummed in agreement.

The sound, though soft, reached Yue Qingge's ears clearly.

In that "hmm," there was no resistance, no shame or annoyance, only an almost obedient compliance.

And a hint of... a joy that she herself didn't even realize.

Yue Qingge blinked and froze.

Isn't this development... a bit off?

He subconsciously turned to look at Zhu Zhuqing beside him, trying to find a trace of sisterly understanding on her face.

For example, a roll of the eyes, or a sentence like "Sister, don't be fooled by him."

Zhu Zhuqing stood there quietly, her black outfit outlining her budding figure with its youthful yet alluring curves.

She was a head shorter than her sister, but her features were more delicate and aloof, and her brows carried a coolness that was incongruous with her age.

Her skin was so fair it was almost translucent, and her black hair was simply tied into a high ponytail, revealing her swan-like long neck.

Seeing Yue Qingge look over, she raised her deep black eyes and met his gaze for a moment.

Then she nodded slightly.

There was no extra expression; he simply nodded quietly and earnestly, as if confirming a decision he had carefully considered.

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Oh no, I've taken it seriously! No, wait, I think I'm the prey now!

He was just making a casual joke to see how the two sisters would react, but they immediately admitted it.

This made it impossible for him to say the four words "I was just kidding" that he had prepared.

A subtle awkwardness spread through the private room.

Liu Erlong sat on the soft couch to the side, legs crossed.

With one hand supporting his chin, his eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze shifting back and forth between Yue Qingge and the Zhu sisters.

His gaze gradually became strange, carrying a sense of scrutiny and understanding.

Her red lips moved slightly, and although no sound came out, Yue Qingge could clearly read a sentence from her lip movements.

"You've already messed with me, but now you're going to target Zhu Zhuqing?"

His eyes clearly said: You beast.

Yue Qingge felt a chill run down her spine and quickly shook her head, trying to dispel the image of Zhu Zhuqing's graceful figure that had inadvertently surfaced in her mind.

But the more she tried to forget, the clearer the image became: the girl's slender waist, her long, straight legs, and that expression that was both aloof and subtly assertive...

That's great.

He cursed himself inwardly, took a deep breath, and said seriously, "Um, Zhu Yun, actually I'm a—"

"Is there anything we can do for you, Light Song?"

Zhu Zhuyun interrupted him, looked up at him, her eyes full of seriousness.

Her fingers were still gripping his sleeve, showing no sign of letting go, and she asked the question very naturally.

Yue Qingge looked at her face and was momentarily dazed.

She's really beautiful when she's serious.

He was silent for a moment, then finally sighed softly and rubbed...

He gently ruffled her hair, his palms holding her soft, smooth strands of hair, carrying a faint scent of gardenias.

"It's nothing, just focus on your studies at school."

Zhu Zhuyun narrowed her eyes slightly and let out a barely audible "hmm" through her nose, looking extremely obedient.

Yue Qingge withdrew her hand and turned her gaze back to Liu Erlong:

"Teacher, can we go back to school now?"

Liu Erlong rolled her eyes at him, stood up, and said irritably, "Let's go."

Upon hearing this, the women all stood up and took out black robes from Bibi Dong's storage soul tool and put them on.

The black hoods fell down, obscuring their faces, whether they were beautiful, aloof, or alluring, while also completely covering their bodies.

They filed out, their light steps silently blending into the night.

No one noticed that Prince Xingluo hadn't gone far from the shadows at the end of the corridor.

He leaned against the cold stone pillar, his sinister eyes fixed on the direction of the private room, when he caught a glimpse of a group of black figures walking out of the door.

A cold smile slowly curved the corners of his mouth.

"Zhu Zhuyun... Zhu Zhuqing..."

He murmured the two names, his fingers slowly tightening inside his sleeve, his knuckles making a soft cracking sound.

"You will pay the price."

Little did they know, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

The night was as dark as ink, and Mo Yuan, standing high in the arena, took in everything.

Prince Xingluo disappeared furtively at the end of the corridor, taking his retainer with him and hastily vanishing into the darkness.

A slight smile played on her lips, and a hint of disdain flashed in her eyes.

The next moment, her figure swayed gently like a reflection in the water, and then completely disappeared into the night wind.

Yue Qingge and her companions sat in several sedan chairs and quietly headed towards the academy.

The silent forest was filled only with the symphony of insect chirps, occasionally punctuated by the short cries of owls flitting by.

Inside the palanquin, Liya slowly closed her emerald green eyes.

In an instant, all the scenes within a hundred meters flooded into her mind like a tide, every detail vividly presented.

Her mental detection even includes night vision capabilities.

The Star Luo Empire's guest soul masters who came to intercept them were sneaking around the meat sedan chair procession, thinking they were perfectly hidden.

But their awkward movements seemed particularly ridiculous to Liya.

Liya's lips curled up slightly as she turned to look at Liu Erlong and nodded silently.

Liu Erlong frowned slightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Instead of alerting the enemy, she took out a dark red soul guide token from her sleeve.

A subtle fluctuation of soul power was transmitted out silently.

Mo Yuan quickly replied with a brief signal: Get ready for T.

Liu Erlong breathed a slight sigh of relief and leaned back on the soft cushions in the sedan chair, crossing her long legs.

His fingers tapped the armrest absently, and his gaze swept coldly across the dark woods behind him through the gap in the sedan curtain.

It's still hard to say who is whose prey.

When the palanquin reached a denser forest, it suddenly stopped.

Prince Xingluo was hiding behind a clump of bushes at the back of the procession when he was startled to see the sedan chair suddenly stop.

Chapter Seventy-Eight: My Sister is So Beautiful

An indescribable unease welled up inside him, his breathing became rapid, and a fine layer of cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

He tried to move away, but he couldn't lift his feet.

He could only turn his head slowly and mechanically, trying to see what was hidden in the dark shadows behind him.

Before he could even see anything, his heart was already pounding in his throat.

He took deep breaths, trying to reassure himself: "I was just scaring myself..."

"Shoo-one"

The next instant, a silent, ice-blue arrow burst forth from the darkness, piercing his chest with pinpoint accuracy.

He looked down at the arrow that had pierced his chest; he didn't even have time to feel the pain.

The immense impact propelled his body backward.

His back slammed heavily against a thick tree trunk, and the arrow pierced through his body, pinning him firmly to the tree.

Blood gushed from his chest and the corners of his mouth, flowing out as if it were free.

His limbs twitched a few times, his fingers grasped weakly in the air, and then fell completely limp.

His pupils were dilated; he died with his eyes open.

"Your Highness!"

The accompanying bodyguard finally realized what was happening and rushed forward, only to find that the man was already dead.

Their faces turned deathly pale instantly, and they turned to look around, their eyes filled with terror and anger.

In an instant, Mo Yuan's fiery feathers illuminated the entire night sky.

A burst of intense light exploded above the forest, and a blooming flame solidified in the dazzling light.