"I knew that marrying you would be the happiest thing for me."

"Well... it's getting late, shall we rest?"

Honeysuckle leaned gently against Mu Anyu, her voice soft and alluring.

Mu Anyu reached out and put his arm around her waist, smiling as he walked towards the bed...

Inside the peaceful little house.

Several candles had been extinguished, making the room very dark.

Anning sat on the bed, staring at the pill in her hand, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

"What kind of reaction will occur after eating this?"

Mu Ange said there would be a period of time for the medicine to dissipate, but I don't know the specifics of that.

"Never mind."

Fifteen minutes later, the antidote for the golden toad's genitals began to take effect.

The chilling aura spreading throughout his body relentlessly assaulted all his senses, as if he were in a giant, icy pool, unable to escape, and sinking deeper and deeper.

"It's cold, so cold."

An Ning huddled under the covers, but couldn't feel any warmth at all, and her teeth chattered uncontrollably.

With a click, the window was suddenly pushed open, and a dark figure climbed in, quickly walking to Anning's bedside, his tone full of urgency.

"Xiao Ning?"

He reached out and half-embraced Anning, looking down at her furrowed brows, which were furrowed with pain.

"Xiao Ning? If you're cold, hold me."

Suddenly, a warm chest pressed against her, and An Ning, who was in the midst of icy coldness, felt as if she had found a lifeline, and kept burrowing into his arms.

Its furry head pressed tightly against his chest, its right hand gripping his collar, and it kept saying it was cold in a soft, mosquito-like voice.

He simply took off his shoes and got into bed, pulling An Ning completely into his arms.

Are you feeling better?

An Ning opened her eyes groggily: "Huh? Black Wind?"

Whether she was too cold or acting crazy, she actually saw the Black Wind.

"Black Wind" froze abruptly and mumbled a "hmm".

Are you feeling better?

An Ning took deep breaths and it took her a while to catch her breath before she felt less cold.

"Black Wind, is that really you? I... I'm feeling better."

An Ning stared at him with wide eyes, only realizing belatedly that she was in his arms.

"Uh, you, you get off."

An Ning reached out and pushed him away, her face turning bright red.

With a dark expression on her face, Mu Ange got out of bed.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

"Thanks."

An Ning said, watching "Black Wind" leave.

"ah."

"Black Wind" abruptly stopped pushing the door open.

"What's wrong?"

An Ning covered her head, her breathing quickened instantly, and her face turned bright red, as if it could bleed.

"It's so hot, it's unbearable! It's so hot and cold, it's unbearable!"

Mu Ange immediately realized what was happening.

He walked a few steps to the bedside, grabbed Anning in his arms, and rushed out of the small house.

"It'll be cooler outside, but you still can't catch a cold."

"Hey, hey, you can't take your clothes off."

"Xiao Ning, Xiao Ning, stop! My clothes can't be taken away either."

Mu Ange held Anning and stood in the cold wind for fifteen minutes before she finally felt a little better.

Time slips away quietly.

Anning tossed and turned for most of the night, but is now finally able to fall asleep.

Mu Ange stayed by the bedside, gently wiping her cheeks with a damp towel.

Her fair and delicate face was as captivating as the first snow.

"How can someone have such long eyelashes?"

Mu Ange stared at Anning's sleeping face and murmured to herself.

~~

Slums on the outskirts of Beijing.

This is the fifth day since Mu Anheng arrived here.

This place is home to almost all the beggars in the capital. They have their own gang, known as the Beggars' Gang.

Before coming here, Mu Anheng always thought it was just a rumor in the martial arts world, but he never expected that the Beggars' Clan really existed.

"Hey, where did you come from? How dare you take over your grandpa's spot?"

Suddenly, a disheveled man rushed in, carrying a stick, and kicked Mu Anheng in the leg.

"Get out of here, this is my territory."

Mu Anheng looked up at him: "Your name isn't on this."

The man suddenly chuckled.

"Hahaha, you're new here? Don't you know the rules?"

Mu Anheng said, "I am indeed new here, you guys..."

Before he could finish speaking, the man waved his hand and said, "Brothers, grab your weapons. This guy doesn't know the rules, let's teach him a lesson."

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people surrounded him.

Mu Anheng jumped to his feet, fists clenched: "You want to come at me all at once?"

In any case, a fight today was inevitable. He had already decided that either they would die or he would perish. To survive in a place like this, you have to be ruthless.

"superior!"

Fifteen minutes later.

What was already a small area is now in a terrible state.

Mu Anheng's body was almost covered in wounds, but they weren't in any better shape either. Coupled with his reckless fighting style just now, the group of people were so frightened that they only gave him a couple of slaps before giving him a real beating.

Wang Fu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, glanced at Mu Anheng who was leaning against the wall, covered in wounds but staring at him fiercely, and unconsciously looked away.

"Want to come again?"

Mu Anheng reached out and grabbed the wooden stick he had just thrown away, looking at him with a gloomy face.

Wang Fu rubbed his arm: "No... I'm not fighting anymore."

"Uh, bro, where did you hang out before?"

The image of the palace flashed through Mu Anheng's mind. He looked into the distance and said, "It's not somewhere, it's just drifting around."

Wang Fu continued, "Judging from your skills just now, it seemed like you'd had some training."

Yes, I did train with General Liu for a few days, but I was too tired and didn't put in the effort. Now that I think about it, I really regret it.

"Knows some martial arts."

A look of admiration inexplicably appeared in Wang Fu's eyes: "No wonder, none of us could beat you out of so many people. Those who have trained are different."

Mu Anheng looked at him and suddenly found it funny. He had been so aggressive and wanted to teach him a lesson, but now he was acting like a lackey.

"How about this, we've become friends through this fight. Your skills are quite good here. How about you join our Beggars' Sect from now on?"

If it were Mu Anheng a few days ago, he would have felt insulted by this person, but now...

"OK."

"That's great! If the elder knew I'd recruited such a talented person, he'd definitely promote me. Here's what we'll do, brother, come with me to see the elder tomorrow."

Mu Anheng stretched his neck: "Okay."

As they were talking, a little girl huddled in the corner kept glancing over here.

She had a pair of big, dark eyes, and although she was dressed in tattered clothes, her face was very clean. Beside her was an old man.

She held the powder in her hand, looked at Mu Anheng and then at Wang Fu, and finally mustered up her courage to walk over and say to Mu Anheng, "This is powder, please apply it."

"Hey, Xiaoyu, why did you give him the medicine powder but not me?"