The young master is shameless

Chapter 105

Shen Zhili then realized that, without her noticing, tears had begun to stream down her face, one after another, completely uncontrollable. Her throat felt blocked, and she was choked up, barely able to speak.

Chapter 84

The cave was deserted and empty, filled with hard, cold rocks, and even your voice would faintly echo.

Clench your fist so tightly that your knuckles turn white.

"Pull it out," Shen Zhili whispered.

Su Chenche asked, puzzled, "What?"

Shen Zhili growled, "Pull out the tube and I'll stop the bleeding! How long have you had it in? How much blood have you lost? It could kill you, you know that?!"

Su Chenche smiled faintly and said, "Trust me, I won't die." After a pause, he added, "You won't die either."

I don't know where Su Chenche got this confidence from.

But Shen Zhili couldn't help but think of something else and blurted out, "What about the Moon Festival? What about your mother! She..."

Was he saved?

Su Chenche smiled: "Don't worry, she has already been taken out, but she is still unconscious. She should wake up once the effects of Twelve Nights Flower take full effect."

As Shen Zhili glanced to the side, he saw the once dazzling flower, now withered and fallen in the lake, its petals a pitiful sight.

My newly joyful mood sank back down.

"Su Chenche".

Once she calmed down, Shen Zhili's voice echoed in the empty cave: "Pull out the tubes. Even if you save me now, I won't live past thirty."

...That was before, after such a massive hemorrhage, even she could feel the weakness in her body.

I'm afraid he won't even live to be thirty.

She's already in her twenties; she doesn't have many years left in her life.

Su Chenche reached out and tucked her stray hairs behind his ear, then said softly, "No, it won't happen."

His tone was very confident.

Before Shen Zhili could speak, Su Chenche continued slowly and deliberately.

“You should know that Twelve Nights of Blossoms is a life-borrowing technique. So you saved my mother, and she used your lifespan. You should actually be dead by now.” Su Chenche pinched Shen Zhili’s cheek, his gaze lowered, seemingly lost in thought, as the corners of his lips gradually curved upwards. “The sacrificer is indeed someone who cannot be saved even with Twelve Nights of Blossoms… but there is actually another way.”

Two thin, yellowish pieces of paper were stuffed into Shen Zhili's hand.

Having looked at it so many times, she naturally recognized it as the missing part of the booklet her master had given her!

Su Chenche: "...It's about using the blood of the sacrificed person, resurrected by the Twelve Nights of Flower, to replenish the lifespan of the sacrificed person while the sacrificed person is still unconscious, which makes it very difficult to replenish the lifespan. Moreover, the sacrificed person's own blood is too little, and replenishing it would likely result in losing the lifespan that was painstakingly resurrected. So this is almost a useless method... But I've researched this a lot these past few days and discovered that there is actually a loophole that can be exploited. The blood and life force required for replenishment do not necessarily have to be from the sacrificed person herself; her blood relatives can also be used..."

“I am her biological son, who else is more suitable than me?”

Shen Zhili listened in a daze.

Only after Su Chenche finished speaking did he suddenly ask, "What does it mean to share lifespan equally?"

Su Chenche hesitated before saying, "The literal meaning."

Shen Zhili suddenly grabbed his hand, frowned, and her ominous premonition grew stronger: "So that means I've divided your lifespan in half, which means if you originally had a lifespan of over fifty years and could have lived to eighty, you can only live to fifty now?"

My heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"Su Chenche, are you crazy? Pull it out, pull it out now!"

Her hand involuntarily reached for the tube in her chest, but Su Chenche grabbed it tightly.

"Yes, but I think it's a good thing."

Shen Zhili was about to speak when Su Chenche interrupted her once again.

"If you die, I die. If you live, I live."

He kissed Shen Zhili's fingers and said gently, "If you die and I'm the only one left alive... I will be in great pain, Zhili."

Shen Zhili said anxiously, "But..."

"Whether I'm fifty or thirty, being with you is enough."

Embracing Shen Zhili's body, Su Chenche said, "...Also, I'm so happy that you're willing to admit you love me. Really, I'm extremely happy. I've never been this happy in my life."

Perhaps no one else can say such cheesy love words so naturally, as if they are simply stating a fact.

Shen Zhili's lips moved twice, but she couldn't say anything.

A trickle of blood oozed from the corner of Su Chenche's lips.

He pursed his lips, wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, propped his forehead up, and his voice suddenly lowered: "...It really hurts to have this tube inserted into my heart."

Shen Zhili sensed something was wrong and gently tried to push Su Chenche away: "But I..."

Why didn't I feel this much pain?

Su Chenche sighed softly, "Zhili, you should get some sleep first. Everything will be fine when you wake up."

Shen Zhili: "Hey, how can you let me sleep at a time like this..."

Without a word, a cold hand covered Shen Zhili's eyes, plunging her into darkness. Her consciousness faded, and she fell into a deep sleep, unwilling and unable to control herself.

Although it was Shen Zhili's own wish, he was already very saddened that she had suffered so much pain before.

Let him bear the rest for her.

Her long, thick eyelashes trembled and closed slightly, her lips curved into a beautiful arc, and she let out another sigh.

This single sound seemed to awaken countless memories, rushing back through countless years, containing endless complex emotions, and finally venting out in the simplest yet most certain word.

"My Zhi Li".

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early morning.

Several pale yellow birds chirped and landed on the branches, causing the branches to tremble. Dewdrops that hadn't melted in the morning seeped into the ground along the veins of the leaves.

As the thin mist dissipates, the mountains and waters emerge from a hazy, ethereal landscape, refined and clear.

The gentle morning light gradually spread outwards.

The sun was shining brightly, and the sky was clear and blue.

"You're actually the leader of the Twelve Nights Dendo?"

Butterfly couldn't believe it.

Zhan Xuan grinned slyly: "I am the leader of the Thunder Hall, the head of the Four Great Halls of the Twelve Nights, named Hua Yu Lei Dian."

Zhai Feng scoffed, crossing her arms: "If you're so capable, why don't you say the same thing when Mu Ge is around!"

Zhan Xuan's smile grew even more smug: "Don't you think that in terms of looks, I'm an overwhelming winner over Mu Ge? How can that completely clueless man compare to me?!" As he spoke, he struck what he thought was a very dignified pose...

Zhai Feng rolled her eyes.

Under the tutelage of that perverted master, Twelve Nights' subordinates basically saw their master as if they had seen a ghost, especially the several hall masters who had been subjected to his abuse at close range for many years.

...You know, even Mu Ge, the perpetually expressionless leader of the Lei Hall who has no interest in anything but mechanical research, would act completely differently when mentioning Su Chenche. Of course, Zhai Feng could totally understand; Su Chenche's treatment of his subordinates was even more terrifying than that of his enemies...

However, there are exceptions.

Zhan Xuan was that peculiar exception.

This oddball, despite being tormented by Su Chenche for years, not only didn't feel unbearable pain, but actually found it quite enjoyable.

It's basically the kind of situation where if Su Chenche slaps his left cheek, he'll bring his right cheek over, and after he's done slapping him, he'll say, "That feels so good, that feels so good, please rub me a little more," and then he'll stick his butt over too...

Zhai Feng couldn't help but shudder.

...Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine.

Moreover, this guy actually idolizes Su Chenche.

Completely disregarding her own snobbish aura, she imitated Su Chenche by always wearing white robes that looked like she was mourning, and while everyone else called Su Chenche "Master," she insisted on calling him "Master" with a proud expression...

Master my foot!

Everyone's just trying to make a living, if you're this dedicated, how are we supposed to survive?

Fortunately, Su Chenche himself was slightly uncomfortable with this title... Of course, he wouldn't show it, but whenever Zhan Xuan called him master, Su Chenche would always pat Zhan Xuan's head with a kind expression and say, "Good little servant, will you practice martial arts with me?" and then beat Zhan Xuan until he was bruised and battered and on the verge of death...

Even under such training, Zhan Xuan was still educated by Su Chenche, who constantly taught him by word and deed, and became more and more shameless, lewd and shameless.

He kept pushing his unfathomable limits.

However, as the saying goes, when a person is shameless, he is invincible.

When someone is shameless to the extreme, they are truly invincible.

At least at this point, even Su Chenche probably couldn't do that...

Zhan Xuan let out a howl and pounced over, hugging her leg: "Madam."

Shen Zhili, who had just regained consciousness, stood frozen at the doorway.

Zhan Xuan nuzzled against her: "Madam, I'm so glad you're alright!"

Dieyi was furious. She rolled up her sleeves and grabbed Zhan Xuan, shouting, "Let go of my young lady! Did you hear me?! Even if you are Young Master Dai Su..."

An angry girl has boundless power.

Seeing that he was about to be torn apart, Zhan Xuan simply moved to another position and hugged Dieyi.

Dieyi: "..."

Shen Zhili: "What Young Master Su?"

Zhan Xuan grinned shamelessly: "My master is Young Master Su Chenche of the Twelfth Night."

Shen Zhili was taken aback: "...Then what is the marriage certificate?"

Zhan Xuan: "Of course I'll bring my master and your wife!"

Shen Zhili's lips twitched slightly. He pressed his hand against his aching chest and coughed twice.

Dieyi quickly kicked Zhan Xuan away and helped Shen Zhili up.

Shen Zhili shook her head

...It's not as serious as I imagined. Although the wound may take a long time to heal, it will eventually get better.