Qin Xiao had just transmigrated into the body of a cannon-fodder villain who wouldn’t survive past three chapters, only to be confronted by the domineering Dragon King Ye Chen, who held nine engage...
When Qin Xiao woke up, he felt as if his entire body had been run over by a truck, and his bones and flesh ached terribly. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, and it seemed that it was already past noon. He struggled to sit up, but found that his back ached terribly, and his limbs were weak and powerless.
"Hmm..."
A soft, charming moan came from beside him. Qin Xiao turned his head sharply and saw Long Aobing curled up next to him like a satisfied cat, her rosy cheeks still flushed, and one hand resting on his chest.
That wasn't the worst of it. On the other side, Mo Meigui was also curled up beside him, a rare tranquility appearing on her usually cold and stern face.
Qin Xiao's head was throbbing with pain, and the memories of last night flashed back in fragmented pieces, like shattered mosaics—
Frenzy after being drugged.
Long Aobing freed Mo Meigui from her restraints.
The two women's initial confrontation turned into a "team effort"...
Then came the long, terrifying, seemingly endless...
Qin Xiao covered his eyes with his hands and forced himself to take a deep breath: "Yun Yiyi, how the hell did I survive?"
"Cough cough... Host..." Yun Yiyi's voice trembled slightly, "It's just that... one of the functions of the Source Kidney System is... um... automatically restoring physical strength and vitality... and continuously strengthening related... abilities..."
"To hell with your kidney system!" Qin Xiao couldn't help but roar in his mind, "Uninstall it! Now, immediately!"
"I'm sorry, host! This is a core system function that cannot be uninstalled!" Yun Yiyi explained, somewhat aggrieved. "Actually, your performance was outstanding. No one in the history of the Dragon King Palace has ever been able to... uh... fight continuously for more than ten hours under these circumstances..."
Qin Xiao: "..."
Just then, Long Aobing slowly woke up, her eyelashes trembling slightly. She lazily opened her eyes, and a charming smile appeared on her rosy lips.
"Good morning, my lord... Oh, it's already afternoon." She stretched, making no attempt to hide her curvaceous figure, even deliberately showing it off to Qin Xiao. "Last night was... truly amazing..."
Qin Xiao glared at her, a nameless anger rising in his chest. He suddenly raised his hand and slapped Long Aobing's round buttocks, the force not too light or too heavy, but enough to express his dissatisfaction.
"Ah~" Long Aobing exclaimed in surprise, her eyes becoming even more dazed, "My husband hit me... that's so mean~"
"You fucking drugged me!"
"I only added a little bit to liven things up~" Long Aobing didn't think she had done anything wrong at all. Instead, she leaned in and hugged Qin Xiao's arm, rubbing her face against his shoulder. "Husband, I know I was wrong... How about we do it again to calm you down?"
Qin Xiao was speechless: "It's been a whole night, and you're still not satisfied?"
"How could that be~" Long Aobing blinked, "But it's okay, I've already healed myself with the divine healing energy~ Should I help my husband recover as well?"
Her hand had begun to wander downwards inappropriately.
Qin Xiao grabbed her wrist: "Can you use it in a suitable way?"
Just then, Mo Meigui, who had been asleep, also woke up. The moment she opened her eyes, her whole body tensed up instantly, a hint of panic and shame flashing in her eyes, but she quickly calmed down and transformed back into the calm and composed top assassin.
"Master..." she began softly, her voice hoarse, avoiding Qin Xiao's gaze, "I..."
"It's not your fault." Qin Xiao sighed, not surprised by the change in how Mo Meigui addressed him. Under those circumstances, the relationship had become irreversible.
[System Notification: The host has completely conquered the fourth Dragon King and Ink Rose. Double reward: Grandmaster level cultivation.]
Yun Yiyi's cheerful voice echoed in Qin Xiao's mind.
Qin Xiao smiled slightly, feeling the flow of true energy within his body become smoother, and his strength noticeably increased. His thoughts quickly shifted elsewhere—although this accident was absurd, it unexpectedly brought a huge gain.
“Long Aobing,” Qin Xiao suddenly said, “there really is a place where your divine healing energy can be used.”
"Oh?" Long Aobing's eyes lit up. "Where?"
"I need your help. Could you take a look at Liu Qingrong from the Liu family? She's been disfigured. Can you cure her?"
Long Aobing blinked, thought for a moment, and said, "Of course! But..." She mischievously narrowed her eyes, "My husband has to spend a whole day with me alone~"
Qin Xiao rubbed his aching lower back and gritted his teeth: "Fine!"
After the three of them got ready, they drove to the Liu family's house. Along the way, Mo Meigui maintained a professionally vigilant posture, only occasionally stealing a glance at Qin Xiao before quickly looking away. Long Aobing, on the other hand, clung to Qin Xiao without any restraint, sometimes putting her arm around his arm, sometimes leaning on his shoulder, acting like a spoiled little girlfriend.
Upon arriving at the Liu family home, Liu Qingrong, wearing a veil, cautiously received them. She was both delighted and skeptical upon learning that Qin Xiao had brought an expert who might be able to cure her disfigurement.
"And who is this...?" she asked softly, her tone carrying a barely perceptible hint of anticipation.
"Long Aobing, the legendary healer," Qin Xiao introduced simply. "Do you trust me?"
Liu Qingrong nodded slightly: "I have no reason not to believe in Mr. Qin's kindness to me."
Long Aobing stepped forward and said softly, "Can I take a look at your injuries?"
Liu Qingrong hesitated for a moment, but still slowly removed her veil. At that moment, the atmosphere in the room froze. The left half of Liu Qingrong's face was covered in hideous scars, her once delicate features severely distorted by sulfuric acid. The right half of her face, however, retained its astonishing beauty, as if it were a cruel joke played by fate.
Long Aobing observed intently without blinking, even gently touching the scars to feel the condition of the tissue.
"How long has it been?" she asked.
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