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Seeing Tang Yuehua's sudden and intense reaction, Xuan Hao couldn't help but roll his eyes and buried his face in the soft pillow with a helpless expression.
"What are you thinking?
Even if that old madman really comes to Tiandou City, what kind of trouble can he cause?"
Xuan Hao said in a muffled voice, "Don't you even know where you are?
Heavenly Dou Imperial City!
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's headquarters is right next door, and that old poisoner Dugu Bo is wandering around the city every day now. Even if Tang Hao had ten times the courage, would he dare to fight me here?"
Xuan Hao turned his head and curled his lip. "Besides, do you really think that guy can beat me now?"
"Even if Yu Yuanzhen of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan personally came down, he would have to be extremely serious to suppress me now.
With Tang Hao's body, which has been suffering from old injuries for decades, if he really wanted to fight me to the death?
Let alone winning against me, he would be spitting blood and running away after just a few head-on exchanges with me!"
Hearing Xuan Hao's arrogant yet realistic analysis of combat strength, Tang Yuehua's tense nerves relaxed slightly. But the doubt in her eyes deepened:
"If it's not because of Tang Hao, then what exactly are you worried about?"
"Sigh…" Xuan Hao sighed deeply, turned over and lay flat on his back, looking at the ceiling.
"It's not Tang Hao, it's Tang Hao's son."
"What?!"
Tang Yuehua froze instantly, her hands on Xuan Hao's shoulders trembling violently. "Second brother's...son?!"
Xuan Hao nodded, and then briefly recounted Tang San's basic information and the series of farces that had recently occurred at Blue Tyrant Academy to Tang Yuehua.
"...That's roughly what happened. Some time ago, Tang San had a minor conflict with Tai Long, the grandson of the old Titan of the Power Clan, at the academy.
As a result, the old Titan showed up at his door in a menacing manner, forcing Tang San to reveal his second spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer."
"Now look at him, Tailong is following Tang San around like a loyal dog all day long, calling him 'Young Master' more affectionately than anyone else."
After listening to Xuan Hao's story, Tang Yuehua's breathing suddenly became rapid.
Her eyes reddened slightly, and her originally elegant and noble temperament was instantly replaced by an urgent sense of familial affection.
Tang Yuehua suddenly stood up. "No, I have to go see him! I haven't heard from my second brother all these years.
That child is all alone out there.
Who knows how much hardship he's suffered? I have to go see that child!"
"Hey, hey, hey, can you calm down?"
Seeing Tang Yuehua's irrational state, Xuan Hao speechlessly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to sit down on the edge of the bed.
"You ran over there?
What were you going there for?
To stage a tearful reunion between aunt and niece?"
Xuan Hao rolled his eyes in annoyance: "Please, are you so happy you've lost your mind and forgotten something?
Tang Hao is currently the number one wanted criminal on the Spirit Hall's blacklist!
You're Tang Hao's younger sister, a core direct descendant of the Clear Sky Sect.
If you just go to Blue Tyrant Academy to claim kinship so openly, what if the Spirit Hall's spies spot you and secretly investigate..."
"Guess what tragic end Tang San, a Soul Master who has just reached level 30, will ultimately meet?"
These words, like a wake-up call, instantly extinguished the impulse in Tang Yuehua's heart. Her face paled, and she immediately calmed down.
Immediately, an even stronger sense of worry welled up inside her.
She grabbed Xuan Hao's arm tightly and asked anxiously, "What do we do now?
Even you've heard about this.
How many people in Tiandou City know his identity now? If this gets back to the Spirit Hall, won't the child be in grave danger?!"
"Don't worry, not many people know." Xuan Hao patted the back of her hand to reassure her. "
I only heard it from Liu Erlong this morning. Besides Flander and Liu Erlong from Lanba Academy, only I, Na'er, and a few other girls know.
The news is still being kept very secret and hasn't spread yet."
Hearing this, Tang Yuehua finally breathed a sigh of relief, and her previously taut back relaxed slightly.
However, she couldn't hide the longing in her eyes for her nephew, and she kept muttering to herself, "But... I still want to find an opportunity to secretly go and see that child."
Seeing Tang Yuehua's eyes filled with thoughts of Tang Hao and his son, Xuan Hao suddenly felt a surge of inexplicable irritation and anger.
He flung Tang Yuehua's hand away and buried his face back in the pillow like a salted fish.
"I really shouldn't have come to see you."
"Last time I got beaten up by that old madman Tang Hao in Soto City, I came back to you with all my injuries to complain and seek your comfort.
But what you did was stare at me the whole time and ask if Tang Hao was alright and if he was hurt."
"Right now, I can't even eat. I rushed here to tell you such important top-secret information, and all you can think about is how to go see Tang San!"
"So I'm just a heartless mouthpiece, huh? I really have interrupted your family reunion!"
Seeing Xuan Hao's resentful expression, as if he had suffered a great injustice, Tang Yuehua felt a little guilty and realized that her reaction just now was indeed a bit excessive, and she had ignored his feelings.
She sat back down on the edge of the bed, placing her hands on his broad back.
She gently massaged his back, softening her grip as she soothed him softly, "It's alright, it's my fault. I was just too anxious because I heard about Second Brother. It's not that I don't care about you.
You came all this way without even eating to tell me the news, how could I not appreciate it?"
Xuan Hao lay motionless on the bed like a dead fish, not even uttering a sound.
Seeing that he was still angry, Tang Yuehua didn't say anything more, but patiently and quietly massaged his back.
After a while, feeling the gentle force on his back continue, Xuan Hao reluctantly turned his head and said in a muffled voice, "It's too conspicuous for you to go and recognize your relatives directly.
In a couple of days, I'll find an excuse to help bring Tang San over to see you."
Tang Yuehua was overjoyed and couldn't help but lean forward, a gentle smile on her lips: "You're not angry anymore?"
Xuan Hao snorted coldly and turned his head away arrogantly:
"Don't give me that. My anger won't be so easily appeased."
Tang Yuehua sighed helplessly at his attempt to vent his anger, and asked softly, "So how can you calm down?"
Xuan Hao simply shut his mouth and stopped talking, burying his head firmly in the pillow, clearly adopting a "do what you want" attitude.
Looking at his demeanor, Tang Yuehua sighed inwardly.
She knew this kid too well; she knew that unless she used some "special methods," this bastard would absolutely not give in easily.
She stood up, walked to the window, and drew the heavy blackout curtains tightly shut, instantly dimming the room.
Then, she walked to the door and locked it completely with a "click".
After doing all this, Tang Yuehua returned to the bedside.
Looking at Xuan Hao, who was still lying on the bed pretending to be dead, she bit her rosy lower lip, and two alluring blushes involuntarily rose on her fair cheeks.
She slowly bent down, took off her high heels, and revealed her smooth, snow-white feet.
After hesitating for a moment, Tang Yuehua held onto the carved wooden pillars at the head of the bed with both hands, gently lifted her feet, and stood on Xuan Hao's broad and sturdy back, beginning to gently massage his back with her feet.
This was a last resort. Xuan Hao's physical attributes were simply too outrageous and too resilient; his muscles were as firm as a piece of divine iron forged through countless hammer blows.
Normally, she would massage him to relax, but Xuanhao would have to consciously restrain his qi and blood and actively relax his body. Otherwise, her meager strength would be like scratching an itch through a boot, having no effect whatsoever.
At this special moment when "coaxing" is necessary, only by standing directly on it and using her full weight to press down can she barely penetrate that abnormal muscle defense and bring Xuan Hao a tangible feeling and relaxation.
But...
Feeling the amazing heat and powerful, solid touch emanating from the soles of her feet, Tang Yuehua's cheeks burned as if they were on fire.
This condescending posture and the way it's being trampled are really strange and shameful!
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