"I…"

Jun Feijue now has an almost hypersensitivity to the word "last night." He threw a punch subconsciously just now, but now that he sees Chunhu Siqiong injured, he immediately feels embarrassed.

Thank you.

Di Moyu, however, remained calm and clasped his hands in a fist and said, "I will definitely repay this favor in the future."

"Hehe, I knew you wouldn't miss it."

Then, Chunhu Siqiong smiled ambiguously, leaned forward again, and mysteriously held up two fingers, saying, "However, this favor isn't just one, it's two."

"two?"

For a moment, Di Moyu was bewildered.

"That's right."

Seeing that Di Moyu didn't react, Chunhu Siqiong immediately stretched out her hand, cleared her throat with a grin, and said, "I... I dropped the book at your door yesterday. If you found it, please return it to me."

"Cough cough cough..."

Now, Di Moyu finally understood. A blush instantly crept onto his ears, and he quickly took out the book and handed it to Chunhu Siqiong, "That..."

"I know that's not important. What's important is..."

As Chunhu Siqiong spoke, she patted Di Moyu's chest with the book, raising an eyebrow with an expression that could only be understood but not explained, and said, "The important thing is that you've learned it."

"Cough, um."

Now Di Moyu knows everything. It turns out that Chunhu Siqiong was present when he burned the map.

Actually, he was quite grateful for that picture.

Unlike Shen, knowing that Jun Feijue was still young, Di Mingkun did not teach Di Moyu about such matters, mainly because he had no girls to relieve his pent-up desires and was afraid that watching would make him feel stifled.

Therefore, that picture truly served as an introduction to this aspect for Emperor Moyu.

As for why he could still remember even after everything was burned, Di Moyu has always had the ability to remember everything he saw. He only needed to glance at it to memorize it all, but he didn't deliberately try to recall it.

When you need it, you'll naturally understand it.

"Ahem, greetings, Master..."

Seeing Chunhu Siqiong's lewd appearance, the disciples finally couldn't stand it anymore and quickly stepped forward to greet him as usual. However, when they saw Di Moyu, they suddenly didn't know how to address him.

"The form of address remains the same," Di Moyu said calmly.

"yes."

Upon hearing this, the group breathed a sigh of relief; they would have felt uncomfortable if they had to change their address.

"What is it?"

They stayed here as soon as they left the house, which meant they must have something important to say, and Di Moyu could tell that very easily.

"It's like this, I..."

Upon hearing this, Long Bujie stepped forward, a blush instantly appearing on his usually taciturn face. Finally, as if he had made a great decision, he said, "I want to marry Xiao Qi."

"Master, me too."

Zhan Wushuang also stepped forward and openly took Ji Fanya's hand, saying, "My little Ya is growing up to be better and better. I'm worried that he will be snatched away when we get to the Holy Domain. I want to marry him as soon as possible."

"How could it be me who gets married..."

Upon hearing this, Ji Fanya was moved, but he also muttered some dissatisfaction.

"What did you say?"

Zhan Wushuang immediately frowned, crossed her arms, and said, "Have you forgotten last night... Waaah..."

However, before she could finish speaking, Ji Fanya covered her mouth, and she said, her face flushed, "Fine, fine, I'll marry you, I'll marry you, okay!"

"That's more like it."

A sly glint flashed in Zhan Wu's eyes. He put his arm around Ji Fanya's shoulder and said to Jun Feijue, "Master, that's how it is. How about we grant him a wedding leave?"