130: Section 130

“Don’t mention it, I’m actually a bit hungry. Then I’ll trouble you.”

Because he was too worried about Su Yuan, and the message had now been sent out, Xuanwu’s nerves were no longer so taut.

“Alright, Ya’er, you keep the guest company. I’ll go make some porridge first.”

“Okay, father.”

Ya’er nodded sensibly.

The masked man turned and left the room.

Before long, a steaming bowl of porridge was brought in.

A fragrant aroma filled the entire room, and Ya’er unconsciously licked her lips.

“Why don’t you eat first? I’m not in a hurry.”

Xuanwu looked at Ya’er’s longing eyes and offered courteously.

“No, no, this is the porridge father made for you. I can’t drink it, you drink it.”

Ya’er took the bowl of porridge from the masked man’s hand and placed it next to Xuanwu.

Xuanwu didn’t stand on ceremony any longer; he was very hungry now.

Forcing himself to sit up from the bed, Xuanwu picked up the porridge and began to drink it in large gulps.

In less than two minutes, a large bowl of porridge was already down his throat.

Seeing Xuanwu drink the porridge, the masked man’s eyes instantly changed, and his body began to tremble.

“Finally… finally… Hahahahaha!”

The masked man began to laugh maniacally.

Ya’er, at his side, looked at the masked man in surprise, seemingly not understanding why he was acting this way.

The laughter instantly put Xuanwu on alert.

“What are you laughing at?!”

“Xuanwu, I laugh at your stupidity, I laugh at your foolishness, I laugh at your naivety! I can finally get my revenge, Nana, I can finally avenge you today!”

The masked man tore off his mask, revealing a face covered in scars, terrifying and eerie, enough to stop children from crying.

“Ya’er, haven’t you always wanted to know how your mother died? I’ll tell you now, your mother was killed by his own hands!”

Ya’er stood frozen, seemingly unable to accept it.

Just now, when chatting with Xuanwu, he was like a warm older brother, she never expected him to be… “Now, I want you to kill him with your own hands.”

The masked man pulled out a dagger from behind him and handed it to Ya’er.

Ya’er took the dagger, feeling somewhat bewildered.

Everything that happened today was too much of a shock for her.

“father, I… I…”

“It’s not that easy to kill me, Xuanwu!”

Admittedly, he had no Inner Qi now, but his physical body was still perfectly capable of fighting against a Houtian martial artist.

Just as Xuanwu was about to get up, he suddenly felt the room’s ceiling begin to spin.

“Damn it! This porridge… it’s poisoned!”

With that, Xuanwu collapsed weakly onto the bed.

“Heh heh, do you know why I saved you? I just wanted you to die slowly, in agony…”

The masked man’s eyes were filled with madness.

“The crime you committed five years ago, it’s time for blood to pay for blood today!”

At these words, Xuanwu finally remembered.

He knew he couldn’t escape today and didn’t beg for mercy anymore.

“I’m sorry for what happened five years ago… However, your Nana, she was very… moist~”

Xuanwu licked his lips, lost in thought.

“Beast!”

The masked man snatched the dagger from Ya’er’s hand and began to frantically stab Xuanwu’s kidney.

“Cough cough… My life as Xuanwu has been worth it, but it’s a pity I haven’t accompanied Lord God of War to rule the world… I’m a bit unwilling… But given Lord God of War’s strength, that day will surely come sooner or later.”

Xuanwu coughed up blood continuously; he could feel his vitality rapidly fading.

The reason he provoked the masked man was also because he didn’t want Ya’er, a Little Girl, to commit such a sin at such a young age.

“Die!”

Faced with Xuanwu’s murmuring, the masked man had no patience to listen.

He stabbed Xuanwu’s body repeatedly.

Moments later, Xuanwu was covered in blood and had lost his breath.

Xuanwu, one of the four guardians of the War God Hall, had fallen.

“Hoo… hoo.”

After confirming Xuanwu’s death, the masked man seemed to lose all his strength.

With a “clang,” the dagger quietly fell to the ground.

“Nana, I’ve avenged you… I’ve avenged you! You can rest in peace…”

…“Ding, Child of Destiny Su Yuan’s most loyal subordinate has fallen prematurely. Rewarding Host 50,000 villain points.”

In the early morning, Xiao Fan was awakened by the system’s notification sound.

“System, from now on, automatically mute from 0 AM to 8 AM.”

“Yes.”

Looking at Chen Xueqi, who was still clinging to him like a koala, a hint of fondness flashed in Xiao Fan’s eyes.

It wasn’t until nine in the morning that Chen Xueqi woke up.

Last night’s battle was too intense; even as a Xiantian martial artist, she couldn’t quite endure Xiao Fan’s relentless energy.

“What if we call Mu Yinyin over?”

A bold idea flashed through Chen Xueqi’s mind.

It was a pity that Xiao Fan was unaware of Chen Xueqi’s thoughts at this moment, otherwise he would surely have been overjoyed.

He had wanted to do this for a long time, but unfortunately, he hadn’t found an opportunity yet.

After they both got up, they found that Zhao Jing and Mu Yinyin had already woken up.

And Zhao Jing still had her usual dark circles under her eyes, clearly indicating that certain sounds had affected her sleep during the night.

Xiao Fan felt it was necessary to provide Zhao Jing with some psychological counseling, otherwise long-term insomnia would definitely affect her health.

Meanwhile, Mu Yinyin had already prepared breakfast, just waiting for Xiao Fan and the others to wake up.

“Not bad, Yinyin, it’s very delicious.”

Xiao Fan picked up a piece of steak and tasted it; it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, just right.

Mu Yinyin lowered her head, a little embarrassed, but her heart was filled with secret joy.

It was not in vain that she had been diligently practicing her cooking skills recently, all to gain Xiao Fan’s approval.

“It’s not as good as you say.”

“Oh, by the way, you and Zhao Jing don’t know each other yet, do you? She’s your second junior sister.”

Both Mu Yinyin and Zhao Jing were considered disciples who joined with existing skills, so Guo Yangping naturally didn’t teach them everything.

Mu Yinyin had only studied medicine with Guo Yangping for two years, and she hadn’t even heard of Zhao Jing.

Zhao Jing, on the other hand, knew she had such a senior sister.

It was just that Guo Yangping had never mentioned Mu Yinyin’s name to her.

Among the three, only Lin Yan was Guo Yangping’s direct disciple, but Lin Yan’s ashes were now probably floating down some river, no one knew where.

“Hello, Senior Sister.”

Zhao Jing extended her hand very formally.

“Hello, hello.”

The two briefly shook hands and then released.

“Brother Fan, how do you know all this? You’re amazing.”