The house had barely been settled for two days when trouble came knocking.

This old neighborhood is full of long-time residents. When a complete stranger like Zhang Shaozhong suddenly moves in, along with two incredibly beautiful "cousins," it's hard not to attract attention.

Ling Qingxue's aloof and ethereal temperament was completely out of place in the environment where the middle-aged women in the market were dancing in the square.

Ye Meier was always the center of attention. Even when she was wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans that Zhang Shao had bought for her, her figure, her eyebrows and eyes, and every smile and frown exuded charm. She could even make an old man who was passing by throw out the trash hurt his back.

Soon, rumors began to circulate in the neighborhood.

"Hey, Old Li's family, see that new family that moved in? Those two girls that Xiao Zhang brought, wow, they look like movie stars!"

"Yeah, something just feels off. The one in white always has a cold face and never greets anyone. The one in the flashier clothes has really alluring eyes..."

"She says she's my cousin? I don't think so! What kind of cousin doesn't look like her at all, and is so...so eye-catching?"

"It can't be...that kind of relationship, can it? Young people these days are so promiscuous..."

"Xiao Zhang seems like a very honest kid, but we mustn't let him be led astray!"

Zhang Shaozhong occasionally overheard these discussions, feeling miserable inside, but he could only pretend not to hear them.

He can't exactly go door to door explaining that these two are big shots from another world, can he?

He could only repeatedly remind the two women: "Try to keep a low profile when you go out! Wear a mask! Don't talk to strangers! Especially you, eldest sister, be careful!"

Ling Qingxue was fine; she couldn't be undisturbed!

Ye Meier was in a bad mood; getting her to restrain herself was harder than killing her.

She felt that she was already very "ordinary", but in the eyes of ordinary people, she was still outstanding.

That evening, Zhang Shaozhong was struggling to finish a part-time job's PowerPoint presentation on the living room sofa, Ling Qingxue was meditating in her room, and Ye Meier, bored, was wearing a silk nightgown (it was unclear when she had conjured it up) and curled up at the other end of the living room sofa watching food videos, commenting on them as she went:

"This one looks so-so... Hmm, this one's alright..."

Suddenly, there was a light knock on the door.

Zhang Shaozhong thought the food delivery had arrived, so he got up to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, three shady-looking young men stood outside, reeking of alcohol. The leader, a blond-haired man, peered inside with a smirk.

"Dude, I need to talk to you about something."

With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, Huang Mao kept glancing at Ye Meier inside the room.

Zhang Shaozhong's heart tightened, realizing something was wrong. He tried to close the door, saying, "If you have something to say, say it. We're going to rest."

The blond-haired man braced himself against the door with considerable force: "What's the rush? I heard you have two stunningly beautiful girls here? How about we introduce them?"

His two henchmen behind him also joined in the commotion.

Hearing the noise, Ye Meier put down her phone and looked over curiously.

Her movement, the curves outlined by her silk nightgown and her alluring eyes, made the three scoundrels at the door stare wide-eyed.

"Wow! That's really top-notch!"

The blond guy's mouth was practically watering; he was about to squeeze in.

Zhang Shaozhong was both anxious and angry, and he pushed against the door forcefully: "Get out! Or I'll call the police!"

"Call the police? Who are you trying to scare?"

The blond-haired man scoffed disdainfully and gave him a hard shove.

Zhang Shaozhong had only just begun cultivating, and his strength was no match for this kind of thug. He was pushed and staggered, and the door suddenly opened wide.

Three scoundrels, laughing and joking, were about to barge in.

Just then, Ye Meier, who had been observing coldly, became annoyed by the noise of these "flies," and their lewd gazes made her extremely uncomfortable. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she subconsciously activated the remaining trace of her charm power. Her eyes instantly became sharp and dangerous, and an extremely weak but essentially high-level mental pressure mixed with charm magic emanated from her. Her voice was filled with icy anger:

"Where did this insignificant ant come from, daring to disturb my peace? Get out!"

She spoke in the language of this era, but the intimidating power that came from the depths of her soul struck her as if it were a tangible thing!

At the same time, perhaps influenced by the commotion outside the door and the fluctuations in Ye Meier's aura, the door to the second bedroom opened silently, and Ling Qingxue stood in the doorway at some point, her face as cold as frost.

Although she did not speak, her aloof and cold aura naturally emanated from her, completely different from Ye Meier's alluring pressure, yet equally carrying an inhuman sense of oppression!

In an instant, the temperature in the entire living room seemed to drop several degrees!

Those three scoundrels who were about to rush in were the first to be hit!

They felt a buzzing sound in their heads, as if they had been hit by a sledgehammer!

It was as if a hallucination was appearing before their eyes: behind the alluring woman, there seemed to be a blood-red demonic shadow baring its fangs and claws, while the cold-faced woman was like the ice of the heavens, about to freeze their souls!

An extreme fear, stemming from their very survival instincts and the fear of facing a natural enemy, instantly gripped them!

The drunkenness vanished instantly! The lewd grin on the blond-haired man's face froze, replaced by utter terror. Pointing at the two women, his teeth chattered, "Ghosts...ghosts!!"

The other two were even more terrified, letting out a scream before turning tail and running away, tumbling and crawling downstairs.

Huang Mao realized what was happening, let out a strange cry, and scrambled away, not even bothering to pick up the cigarette butt that had fallen to the ground.

In just a few seconds, only Zhang Shaozhong was left standing dumbfounded at the door, along with two displeased bigwigs inside the room.

The sounds of neighbors opening their doors to check and discussing could be heard from the stairwell.

Zhang Shaozhong quickly closed and locked the door, leaning his back against it, his heart pounding wildly!

"Just...just now..." He looked at Ye Meier and Ling Qingxue, his voice trembling.

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