82: You little brat, you're calling Aunt Bai now?

Shen Shiyuan is dead.

The thirtieth on the Hidden Dragon Ranking couldn't last a single round against Lu Ming.

Ouyang Zhi found it absurd yet reasonable.

After all, he could even kill someone like An Yangzi, so what did the Hidden Dragon Ranking matter?

“Heh, so I was the frog in the well all along…”

Monk Ming Kong wasn't feeling much better; Shen Shiyuan was already a prodigy he couldn't catch up to even with his full effort.

Yet, Lu Ming crushed such a prodigy as easily as an ant, without any effort.

Monk Ming Kong lowered his gaze to the prayer beads turning in his palm, his usually steady fingertips trembling uncharacteristically.

“Hmph!”

Lu Ming scoffed, no longer paying attention to them, and turned to walk towards Zhao Qingge.

He always clearly distinguished between gratitude and grudges; whoever dared to attack would die.

As for these two, one could only say their ancestors had already tried their best below.

As he approached, Zhao Qingge grabbed his ear: “You brat, didn't I tell you not to be so reckless? Are you trying to scare me to death!”

Although Lu Ming didn't feel any pain, seeing Zhao Qingge's reddened eyes, he still feigned a grimace.

“Hiss, ouch, ouch… Auntie, be gentle…”

Zhao Qingge's grip subconsciously loosened.

But then she remembered this kid was a Fourth Realm body cultivator, and her charming peach blossom eyes couldn't help but roll back a little as she scolded, “You deserve to hurt to death.”

In the end, she still couldn't bear to.

The feigned annoyance in her eyes gradually gave way to tenderness, and she reached out to gently brush the reddened tip of his ear where she had pinched it.

“You, remember, many people are still waiting for you to come home.”

As she spoke, her gaze swept over the bloodstains on Lu Ming's chest, and her brows furrowed again as she reached out to wipe them.

Lu Ming obediently cooperated by raising his arm, and seeing her serious expression, his heart involuntarily warmed.

“Auntie, I feel like I'm going to faint again.”

Zhao Qingge's hand, wiping the bloodstains, suddenly paused, her eyes instantly panicked, her originally tender peach blossom eyes widened, and even her voice changed pitch: “Faint again? You're not allowed to faint!”

Just then, a gentle voice interrupted their intimate moment.

“Excuse me, I apologize for the interruption.”

“Junior Sister, aren't you going to introduce me to this savior?”

Zhao Qingge suddenly snapped back to reality, realizing just how intimate her posture with Lu Ming had been; a faint blush crept up her earlobes.

Lu Ming looked in the direction of the voice.

Two exquisite and beautiful young faces came into view.

One was Bai Qiuyue, who had just forced herself to activate “Words Become Law” and still looked a bit weak.

She wore a plain white cheongsam, the hem of her skirt still stained with dust from the stone hall; though her face was pale, it couldn't hide the cool elegance in her eyes.

Her beautiful eyes, previously dim from the depletion of her life force, now looked at Lu Ming with a hint of inquiry.

The other was Luo Keke, who was tightly supporting Bai Qiuyue.

Her pink twin ponytails were still flecked with tiny stone fragments, and her slightly chubby, baby-faced cheeks were full of curiosity.

Her bright, sparkling eyes were just like a little fox discovering something new.

One moment she glanced at Lu Ming being “lectured” by Zhao Qingge, the next she looked at Zhao Qingge's reddened earlobes, a mischievous smile secretly curving her lips.

Zhao Qingge lightly coughed, quickly released Lu Ming's ear, and subconsciously smoothed her skirt, trying to hide her earlier fluster, but her reddened earlobes betrayed her.

She turned and stood beside Lu Ming, speaking gently to Bai Qiuyue: “Senior Sister, this is Lu Ming, a Night Watcher from Jiangcheng.”

“A Night Watcher?”

Bai Qiuyue's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise in her cool gaze, then her look at Zhao Qingge became full of teasing.

Her Junior Sister sure knew how to have fun, even starting an office romance.

However, she was quite curious where Zhao Qingge had dug up such a treasure.

Zhao Qingge's cheeks flushed under Bai Qiuyue's teasing gaze, and she quickly waved her hands in defense: “Senior Sister, don't misunderstand, he is Lier's husband now.”

“Lier's husband?”

Bai Qiuyue was genuinely surprised this time, her cool eyes filled with unexpectedness.

She looked Lu Ming up and down, then turned to Zhao Qingge, her tone carrying a hint of sudden realization:

“So that's it, I was wondering why you were so nervous just now. It turns out you were worrying about your niece's husband.”

She emphasized the words “niece's husband” particularly heavily.

Zhao Qingge, who already had a guilty conscience, felt her cheeks grow even hotter, even her earlobes turned completely red.

Her beautiful peach blossom eyes blinked, and she pouted with an innocent expression:

“Senior Sister, stop teasing me. That girl Lier is already cold and distant; it's not easy for her to find someone she loves. As her aunt, I naturally have to look after him more.”

Luo Keke's eyes lit up when she heard that Lu Ming was Zhao Li's husband.

Then, she very familiarly bounced in front of Lu Ming, tilting her exquisite pretty face, her light blue eyes full of curiosity and excitement, like a little fox who had found a new playmate.

“So you're my brother-in-law! Hello, brother-in-law, I'm Luo Keke, you can call me Keke.”

“Brother-in-law?”

Lu Ming looked at the pink-haired, blue-eyed legal loli in front of him and couldn't help but smile: “Hello, Keke.”

Luo Keke's eyes flashed with a hint of mischief when she heard Lu Ming's response, and she hugged his arm, shaking it back and forth:

“Brother-in-law, you're so amazing! How did you kill that evil corpse earlier? Can you teach me?”

Lu Ming felt the softness on his arm and looked at the pink-haired girl with some surprise.

He had misjudged her.

She wasn't small at all, at least the same age as the sisters Youyou and Lulu.

A sister-in-law is good.

A sister-in-law is the best.

Lu Ming's arm went numb from Luo Keke's shaking, but he didn't push her away, just smiled: “It's very simple, I got him a membership. Without ad clicks, he can't revive.”

Get a membership?

What kind of membership?

Luo Keke blinked her light blue eyes, her little head full of question marks.

“Keke, don't be rude!”

Bai Qiuyue rubbed Luo Keke's pink twin ponytails, her gaze fixed on Lu Ming: “Bai Qiuyue, your aunt's Senior Sister.”

“Aunt Bai?”

Lu Ming subconsciously held her fair, cool jade hand, his gaze lingering on her face, her feet, her depths.

This woman was even more unfathomable than his own aunt!

Oh no, he wanted to invest again!

Zhao Qingge's heart trembled when she saw this scene: “This brat is already calling her Aunt Bai?”

She couldn't help but pinch Lu Ming's waist.

The force wasn't strong, but it carried a hint of playful annoyance.

Lu Ming cooperatively grimaced, then took his hand back and rubbed the pinched spot: “Auntie, it hurts—”

“If it hurts, behave yourself!” Zhao Qingge glared at him.

If others didn't know Lu Ming's character, didn't she?

When she heard him actually call her Aunt Bai, an indescribable sourness welled up in Zhao Qingge's heart.

The sourness came quickly and intensely, as if a voice kept complaining in her mind—it was me first.

Zhao Qingge was startled by this sudden thought and quickly shook her head vigorously, as if trying to shake this absurd idea out of her mind.

How could she have such a thought!

Lu Ming was Lier's husband, her niece's husband.

She only regarded him as a junior, a child who needed looking after; how could she have such an inexplicable feeling of jealousy?

But that sourness was like a root, impossible to suppress.

Perhaps some things had already begun to take root and sprout from the first time she used the excuse of being his aunt to tease him.

She had just been in denial.

“No, no! This time, I absolutely can't let Senior Sister get ahead again!”

Zhao Qingge shook her head, her eyes growing more urgent…