Xuantu is already immune to the nickname "Little Tutu".

Although he had expressed his dissatisfaction, Lao Fang never changed his mind, so he could only let him be.

"I've finished my previous medication, please give me some more."

Little Wanwan wrapped itself around, and Xuantu tapped its body with his fingertip.

A vibrant green glow emanated from his fingertips.

That was the manifestation of pure and rich wood-elemental mystic power.

This wood-elemental mystic power is to Xiao Wanwan what dried fish is to a gluttonous cat; it makes her extremely happy.

Without hesitation, it swallowed the wisp of pure wood-elemental profound energy, swayed contentedly, and began to dance with its vines and leaves.

Xuan Tu then gave it a sixth-order wood-type crystal core.

Little Wanwan quickly grabbed it and buried it in her flowerpot.

The flowers burst open with joy.

Old Fang took down a pot of pea tea that was warming on the crystal stove, poured a cup, and handed it to Xuan Tu.

"You're so generous, it makes me, the host, seem stingy. No wonder Little Wanwan is more enthusiastic towards you than towards me, her host."

Xuan Tu didn't respond, but urged, "Prepare the medicine."

Old Fang teased, "So eager? Want to get the medicine and go back to get intimate with your little Li?"

These words shocked Xuan Tu quite a bit.

Her raven-black eyelashes suddenly lifted, a dangerous glint flashing in her eyes: "How do you know her?"

Old Fang leisurely took a sip of tea.

"Xiaoming came by during the day and told me this."

"Little Tutu, you're not being fair. You have a girl you like and you didn't even tell me. You've wasted so many years of friendship with us."

"When are you going to bring him over so I can take a look? I'd like to give you my opinion."

"Although you're not young anymore, you've never been in a relationship. I'm worried that you might be deceived in your feelings."

"Well, being deceived emotionally is fine, but being deceived physically is—"

Under Xuan Tu's cold, icy gaze, Old Fang awkwardly shut his mouth.

"Why did Xiaoming come here?"

Old Fang: "You don't know?"

He then recounted the events.

Finally, she couldn't help but gossip: "You've already brought her back to the tower, when are you planning to settle things? I wouldn't mind being there to witness it for you two."

"Speaking of which, the cream cookies your little Lily makes are really good."

"Just bring the person over, you don't need to bring anything else, I have everything I need, just bring a few pounds of biscuits."

"You look like a little cookie to me."

Xuan Tu uttered a seemingly harmless remark in a chilling tone.

He further emphasized, "She is not mine, and I have no relationship with her whatsoever."

Outsiders might be terrified by Xuan Tu's expressionless and gloomy appearance.

But who is Lao Fang? He's a close friend of Xuan Tu for over two hundred years, despite their age difference.

How could he be scared by him?

They even noticed something unusual in Xuan Tu's expression.

"They brought her back to the tower without any connection? And let her stay?"

"Little TuTu, could it be that you've fallen for someone but haven't realized it?"

"A wise man doesn't fall in love. Alas, you're about to become a fool in love."

He shook his head with a pained expression, as if he could already see that scene.

Xuan Tu's neck veins bulged, and his head hurt even more.

He wouldn't bother explaining to anyone else, but Lao Fang... after all, he'd known him for so many years.

He rubbed his forehead: "It's because of Xiaoming. Xiaoming likes the food she makes."

Old Fang: "You're just trying to fool an old man like me. If it's just that Xiaoming likes the food she makes, why would you keep her in your tower?"

"Can't you just put her anywhere? Admit it, why lie to yourself?"

Xuan Tu: That's naturally also because of Xin Sui's immortality ability.

If she died elsewhere, how would he plunder her superpowers?

But of course he wouldn't say those words out loud.

Therefore, no further explanation was given.

Let Lao Fang think what he wants.

Old Fang hummed a little tune as he prepared the medicine for him. When he handed it to him, he said, "You can't keep taking medicine. After all, every medicine has some side effects. How about I perform surgery on you?"

"I've always suspected that your headache is caused by something in your brain."

As for what exactly it was, he wanted to use his special ability to show Xuan Tu.

Unfortunately, despite having known each other for so long, Xuan Tu still hadn't completely let down his guard against him.

He was constantly shrouded in a layer of spiritual energy barrier, making it impossible for him to see through him.

He had brought up surgery many times, but Xuan Tu had always disagreed.

Xuan Tu would certainly not agree.

He would never do something so foolish as to entrust his life to someone else's hands.

After receiving the medicine, Xuan Tu left the payment and then left in an instant.

*

Xin Sui, who was immersed in cultivation, suddenly felt an invisible pressure on him.

It felt like being paralyzed by a ghost.

[Host, the main villain is here.]

Xin Sui suddenly opened his eyes and saw a dark figure standing in front of the bed, like a ghost.

Just as she was about to speak, she was pulled away from the room.

We arrived at the top of the tower.

The top of the tower was smaller than a school desk, and with the strong winds at night blowing her hair and skirt wildly, she felt like she could fall at any moment.

Xin Sui quickly crouched down to lower his center of gravity and grabbed the edge of the tower top to prevent himself from being blown off.

Xuan Tu appeared out of thin air in front of her.

The darkness seeped into his eyes.

The moonlight caressed his chest.

A gentle breeze supported his body.

She looks both beautiful and terrifying, pure and evil, fragile and powerful.

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