October, late autumn, 378 AD.
Braving the raging wind and snow, Dragon Emperor Fu Guang, Great Protector Mu Liangchao, and Third Protector Xue Wuwang rushed back from the North City ahead of schedule, bringing back a seven-year-old girl.
The aircraft marked with dragon patterns landed at the Qianyuan Mountain parking area.
Luo Xuan, wearing a beige trench coat, slightly raised his hand to stop the wind and waves stirred up by the aircraft engine in front of him.
After coming to a stop, Luo Xuan stepped forward.
A head with two eyes popped out first, its hair lifted by a long, slender hand, revealing Mu Liangchao's face, as flamboyant as his hair. He'd gone out for a short while and rushed back, yet he still had time to change his hair color.
Seeing the fluorescent green and fluorescent blue mixed in his hair, Luo Xuan only glanced at it before turning away.
Then, Xue Wuwang, dressed in all black, walked down. The hood of his hoodie was blown off by the wind, revealing dark red cracks on both sides of his forehead where dragon horns were hidden.
However, this usually quiet and calm person suddenly looked worried, staring intently at what was behind him.
Shen Fuguang came downstairs wearing only a thin fleece shirt; his outer coat was nowhere to be seen.
He didn't leave after getting off the plane, but turned around and reached out his hand, his voice casually asking, "Need any help?"
A small figure dodged his hand, jumped down from above, and stumbled on the ground before regaining its balance. The figure was wearing the coat that Shen Fuguang had disappeared in.
The coat was too long, covering most of his head.
As soon as she came down, she hid behind Shen Fuguang, not leaning against him.
Although he couldn't see the figure or the face, Luo Xuan's heart inexplicably pounded, especially when he met Shen Fuguang's complicated gaze. He felt excited and joyful yet also heartbroken and sad. As if sensing something, he quickly stepped forward.
"Lord of the Domain, who is this...?"
Xue Wuwang and Fu Guang's unusual behavior made him immediately guess what was going on, but the wait had been too long, so he dared not have too much hope.
Shen Fuguang chuckled and nodded affirmatively, then turned slightly to the side and patted the little guy's head behind him.
The first shot was successful, but the rest of the shots were avoided.
"Little one, look up and recognize people."
The person wrapped in the outer garment stepped forward, pulled the garment down slightly, revealing a pale face that was all too familiar to Luo Xuan.
"Le..." Luo Xuan excitedly stepped forward, but then suddenly stopped, remembering that Chang Le's memories had been sealed and he probably didn't remember his name.
Shen Fuguang spoke up at the opportune moment: "This is our new member, Chang Le."
After their first snowfall in Beicheng, Xiao Changle was moved by Shen Fuguang's invitation and followed him to the Dragon Sect in the Ninth District.
"This is Luo Xuan, the steward of the Golden Palace. You can consult him for any life-related matters in the future," Shen Fuguang said to Chang Le.
"Miss Chang Le, hello, I am the butler Luo Xuan." Luo Xuan bent down so that his head was level with Chang Le's height, his attitude was excessively polite.
Chang Le lifted her eyelids and met Luo Xuan's gaze, then immediately looked away as if she had seen a wolf, her eyes filled with even more vigilance. She didn't say a word and remained standing behind Shen Fuguang.
"This little taciturn fellow! So rude! Mr. Luo greeted you and you didn't even respond!" Mu Liangchao had no good impression of Chang Le, the "snake" who treated him, the "farmer," with malice.
This little thing is incredibly wild; it's unlikely she can be tamed! Yet, for some reason, everyone treats her differently. Even the witch doctor treats her with utmost respect, and Luo Xuan, who never shows her emotions, is incredibly friendly towards her.
That's really strange!
Luo Xuan was somewhat taken aback when he saw that his gentleness made Chang Le wary.
Shen Fuguang understood, and seemingly poked Xiao Changle's shoulder forcefully: "Little brat, this is someone you'll be working with in the future. You have to greet them back, understand?"
Xiao Chang Le frowned and stepped back slightly, just avoiding the finger that was poking him. She glanced at Luo Xuan again, her brows furrowing even more.
This person was a complete stranger, yet he was smiling like a flower, like a human trafficker!
Her wariness stung Shen Fuguang, but he feigned sarcasm and sneered, "What are you hiding for? Do you think I'd sell you out here? How much are you worth?"
Luo Xuan then realized that Chang Le was afraid of him. His emotions surged several times, and finally he slightly restrained his excessive closeness, took a step back, and resumed his original handsome butler demeanor.
Xiao Changle breathed a slight sigh of relief when she saw him step back, but when she saw Xue Wuwang staring at her from the side, this man who was as strong as a tiger looked like he was not to be trifled with. He was looking at her as if he were a small cake, and she really couldn't stand it. She used Shen Fuguang's figure to block her.
After finally exchanging greetings, the group got into their respective cars and headed towards the Golden Palace.
Xiao Changle rode in the same car with Fu Guang and Luo Xuan.
Xiao Changle leaned against the car window, with a distance of about one and a half people between her and Fu Guang, and curled up on one side.
As the vehicle moved, the little guy's uneven breathing did not escape the ears of the other two people in the car.
Shen Fuguang turned his head and saw that her face was even paler, her eyebrows were furrowed, and her hands gripping her clothes were white; she was clearly not feeling well.
"Does your wound hurt? Or is your lung uncomfortable?" Shen Fuguang asked hurriedly.
Cold sweat broke out on Xiao Changle's forehead, her dry, pale lips trembled, and she managed to utter two words: "It hurts."
"You're in pain and you're sitting so far away, as if you're afraid I'll find out?" Shen Fuguang was both distressed and angry. After a few words of her impulsive tone, she couldn't help but soften. "Come here, I don't need a dead person to do my work."
Xiao Changle then shifted her body. The unhealed wound on her abdomen aggravated the inflammation in her lungs, and she had rushed back from Beicheng. At this moment, her body was weak and she had little strength.
Shen Fuguang reached out and pulled her into his arms quickly, without hurting her.
The little girl fell into his arms, her head burning hot like a fireball. She gasped for breath and then coughed softly, her coughs filled with a stuffy feeling in her lungs.
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