Xin Sui arrived at the small courtyard.

She said she had something to discuss with Xuantu, but that wasn't entirely an excuse.

As soon as she entered the yard, DouDou crawled towards her like a green python.

Xin Sui was quite frightened at first, but she's gotten used to it now.

She knew that DouDou was trying to get close to her.

She came to the base of the bean and poured a bowl of spiritual spring water on it.

After drinking the spring water, DouDou seemed to ascend to heaven; its leaves became a vibrant green, and its flowers burst into bloom, releasing an irresistible fragrance.

As a token of gratitude, DouDou gave XinSui a beautiful and fragrant string of pea flowers.

Xin Sui accepted the gift and casually wrapped the pea flowers around her hand, making a wreath.

"The Mysterious Path—"

After entering the house, Xin Sui called out.

With a creak, the heavy study door on the right opened.

Wearing a black shirt, Xuan Tu sat behind a large desk of the same color, like a gorgeous yet lonely shadow.

When she looked up, her dark eyes, red lips, and snow-white skin—a face that was both cold and striking—directly struck a chord with Xin Sui.

Like an unreasonable painting, it was simply and brutally imprinted on her heart.

"What is it?" Xuan Tu asked coldly.

Unexpectedly, a part of his previous intense, volcanic eruption flashed into Xin Sui's mind.

This is a stark contrast to his current state.

She stepped forward and found an incense burner on the table, from which wisps of green smoke rose, condensing and lingering.

No wonder she smelled a fragrance when she came in.

It is serene and tranquil, yet as agile as a breeze, flowing throughout the space.

"Xiaoming said that all his clothes were made by you. It's getting hot, so I'd like to ask you to make me a few new dresses."

"Of course, I will pay you."

Xuan Tu laughed and leaned back in his chair. "You think I'd be short of money?"

Xin Sui emphasized: "Of course I know you don't lack money, so I'm talking about compensation. You can tell me what you want."

Xuan Tu: "What I want, you can't give me."

"How do you know I can't afford it if you don't tell me?" Xin Sui looked directly into his eyes.

Xuan Tu stared at her for two seconds, then suddenly said, "Come here."

Xin Sui's heart skipped a beat, and she slowly walked over.

"Massage." Xuan Tu closed his eyes and rested his head on the back of the chair.

Looking at the full and perfectly shaped skull in front of him, Xin Sui really wanted to take out the Dragon Fang Dagger and stab it in unexpectedly.

But it's just a thought.

Haven't we learned enough lessons from the past?

She raised her hand, placed her fingers on his temples, and pressed them with just the right amount of pressure.

A faint fragrance wafted between the two of them, and for a moment neither of them spoke, the room filled with silence.

Xin Sui was somewhat surprised.

I never imagined that I would have such a peaceful day with Xuan Tu.

In every previous confrontation, there was death and bloodshed.

After pressing for more than ten minutes, Xin Sui felt his hands getting sore.

The main reason was that the path to enlightenment was too high, and the seat was also high. She was standing behind him, and it was difficult to exert force with her arms raised.

"Can you lie down? It will be easier for me to massage you that way, and your experience will be better."

Xuan Tu made a simple operation on the armrest of the chair beneath him, and the backrest extended backward to become a recliner.

Xin Sui took a stool out of her spatial storage and sat on his head, which made him much more comfortable.

After pressing for about 40 minutes, Xin Sui withdrew his hand.

"The free treatment is over. If you want me to continue massaging you, you'll have to pay me."

"Since I happen to want you to make clothes for me, how about I use the clothes you make as payment?"

"One massage and three pieces of clothing."

Xuantu has tried many ways to relieve headaches.

Potions, healing powers, incense, even killing... but these can only have a temporary effect.

After the initial relief wore off, the headache actually worsened.

Xin Sui's massage technique, though seemingly ordinary, was able to greatly relieve his headache.

And after the headache subsided, it did not get worse, but actually calmed down.

"1 item."

Xin Sui: "What?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized he meant she had to change her clothes after each massage.

She said that offering three items already allowed room for negotiation, but reducing it to just one item was too harsh.

"Two items, no less than that."

Xuan Tu: "3 times for 1 item".

Xin Sui: "..."

That scoundrel, the more he haggles, the more outrageous he gets.

She was afraid that if she continued talking, he would just say that no matter how many times she got a massage, there would only be one item.

I had no choice but to compromise: "Okay, I'll give you three massages, and you make me a dress."

She stood up and handed over a piece of paper, saying, "These are my measurements."

Xuan Tu: "Do you think I need it? After all, I've seen your skeleton many times."

Xin Sui gritted her teeth, wanting to retort, but couldn't find the right words.

In the end, they could only leave feeling frustrated.

The moment I stepped out, the door slammed shut behind me.

It almost caught on the hem of her dress.

She glanced back and thought, "Ha, is it something to be proud of that I've seen my skeleton so many times?"

Sooner or later, I'll not only look at your skeleton, but I'll also kick your skull like a ball!

"Fifth Sister, I'm leaving by boat with Ak tomorrow. Didn't you say you were going to come and see me off?"

"Are you free tomorrow morning? We bought tickets for the 10 a.m. ferry tomorrow."

As soon as Xin Sui left the courtyard, she received a message from Li Beibei.

"Yes, where should we meet then?"

"Blue Shark Bar near the dock."

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