Yang Ruxin sat down on the beauty couch by the window, slightly closing her eyes to enjoy this wonderful moment. Although she hadnāt studied music in depth, in her post-modern life, sheād taken music classes, watched musicals in grand theaters, and sung in karaoke, feeling that her appreciation level was quite high.
At this moment, she recalled a saying: This melody should only exist in heaven; how often can it be heard on earth?
"Tired?" As the music ended, Gu Qingheng came over and picked her up, "Letās go back to the room to sleep."
Yang Ruxin comfortably nestled in the manās arms: "Gu Qingheng, is there anything you canāt do?"
"As long as Xinxin likes it, Iāll do it. Even if I canāt, Iāll learn to."
Yang Ruxin smiled, closed her eyes, and drifted into dreamland.
Meanwhile, in a forest somewhere in the wild, two masked figures met again.
"It seems the Young Master has poor judgment. All these years, heās only supported a wastrel like Tang Kun." The Left Protector with a silver mask sneered, "She managed to escape such a good opportunity."
"Hehe." Song San chuckled, "The Sun Cultās skills are not much better; each of your Saintesses has died at her hands."
"Baga." The follower behind the Left Protector shouted angrily, trying to draw his sword and advance.
Before Ye Bai behind Song San could move, Diewu flickered forward, intending to duel the opponent.
"Return." The two masked individuals commanded simultaneously.
Though unwilling, Diewu retracted her weapon and retreated, while the guard on the other side also withdrew.
"Arguing is pointless, right?" The Left Protector spoke, "Weāre supposed to be cooperating."
"Seems it was Left Protector who started with the sarcasm, wasnāt it?" Song San chuckled, "It also seems you were the ones who came to us for cooperation first. If thereās no sincerity, then thereās no need to proceed."
"I was out of line earlier." The Left Protector, flexible enough to adapt, softened his tone.
Song San shrugged, indicating he didnāt mind.
"Yang Ruxin is too cunning. Itās difficult to confront her directly, but everyone has a weakness." The Left Protectorās voice sounded particularly sinister, "For example, her family."
"Youāre thinking of targeting her family?" Song San frowned.
"Why not?" The Left Protector chuckled twice, "Once we capture her family, wonāt she surrender?"
"This..."
"To achieve great things, one must not be bothered by trifles." The Left Protectorās tone was firm, "Since weāre in a cooperative relationship, we must take action together."
Song San fell into silence. Although he hadnāt had much contact with Yang Ruxin, he had lived in the village and interacted with the Yang Family. He knew that even if she learned he was from the Flame Sect, sheād just view him as a villain. But if he truly harmed her family, he knew theyād become archenemies.
From the bottom of his heart, he didnāt want to become enemies with Yang Ruxin.
"What? Is the Young Master afraid?" The Left Protectorās tone was mocking.
Song San lifted his eyes to the other: "Foreigners are indeed ruthless."
"Haha." The Left Protector laughed, "Speaking of ruthlessness, how can we compare with the Flame Sect? You are used to ripping out the livers and hearts of living people without guilt, and now you say weāre ruthless? Young Master, donāt you find that laughable?"