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Lu Qingcheng suddenly appeared.

Kiyomi Tsuki exclaimed in delight, "Qingcheng!"

"Come here quickly!" Lu Qingcheng shouted.

Kiyomi Tsuki ran towards him.

Li Ying, holding a bowl of chicken soup, looked like a messenger, saying, "Qing Jianyue, come here, I'll give you some chicken soup."

Kiyomi Tsuki's mouth watered again. "Chicken soup, I want some."

Lu Qingcheng roared, "Jian Yue, come here right now, don't make me angry."

Qing Jianyue, dejected, shuffled towards Lu Qingcheng. To resist Li Ying's temptation, he covered his ears. "I can't hear you, I can't hear you! Humph, I'd rather die than be swayed by a bowl of chicken soup!"

In the white light, tears of joy welled up in Lu Qingcheng's eyes, "See you at the moon."

"Qingcheng." Qing Jianyue smiled happily, "I'm back."

Lu Qingcheng opened her arms, and miraculously, the white light bathed her in a silvery-white glow, making her incredibly beautiful and dazzling. Qing Jianyue was captivated, thinking to herself: "My goodness, it's only been a day, and Qingcheng has become even more beautiful."

Suddenly, Li Ying threw down the bowl of chicken soup, drew her sword, and thrust it into Lu Qingcheng's chest with a "thud." In an instant, Qing Jianyue's heart stopped. As Li Ying grinned and pulled out the sword, blood gushed from her body like a fountain, and Qing Jianyue burst into tears.

"I kill you."

Kiyomi Tsuki, as if she had no regard for her life, lunged at Li Ying, raised her fist, and with all her might, punched Li Ying hard in the face.

"This chicken soup tastes really good. Diwei, another bowl, please."

Long Fengxiang tossed the empty bowl to Di Wei. Di Wei caught it and walked to the table.

"Hmm, something seems off. Why is he crying in his sleep? Is he having a nightmare? Let me wake him up." Long Fengxiang bent down, grabbed Qing Jianyue's shoulders, and shook him violently. "Wake up, stop crying, open your eyes, look at me, I'm handsome and dashing, very elegant..."

Diwei was extremely anxious and ran over, shouting, "Young Master, this won't do!"

The sudden turn of events was unexpected by everyone. Qingjian Yue abruptly stood up and punched Long Fengxiang, sending him flying. Di Wei's mouth dropped open as he watched Long Fengxiang, like a flying dragon, majestically soar overhead before plunging headfirst into a flowerpot with an unseemly "whoosh." His robust body trembled and shuddered like an air bag with its stopper pulled, finally deflated and limply pressed against the ground like a piece of paper.

Looking at Qingjian Yue lying face down on the bed, then at Long Fengxiang, whose life was uncertain and who lay motionless, Di Wei took a step to the left and a half step to the right, his mind a complete blank. Good heavens! What should he do?

Kiyomi Tsuki murdered the young master; he should be killed. No, the young master ordered that Kiyomi Tsuki be protected as if he were his own, and that he not be harmed. But he murdered the young master!

Deeway's conscience was in a tug-of-war, so intense that his body swayed from side to side. Just as he was hesitating, Long Fengxiang, like a marble, leaped into the air first, then landed, his right eye bruised and swirling with the fragrance of jasmine blossoms from his mouth.

"Young Master, you're not dead, that's wonderful!" Di Wei said, tears welling up in his eyes.

Okay? Okay my ass. Long Fengxiang was spewing fire and smoke from the inside out.

On the bed, Qingjian Yue calmed down, but the sharp pain in his hand reminded him that he seemed to have hit someone. He suddenly sensed something was wrong, blinked, and looked around. Suddenly, he saw Long Fengxiang, and was so frightened that his bottom automatically jumped up on the bed. He grabbed a pillow in front of him and screamed, "Monster!"

A monster? How dare you call the young master a monster? How hateful! Unforgivable! Daring to ambush the young master, slap slap, death penalty! Turning the young master from a majestic white dragon into a lowly dragon in the house, hmph, no discussion, death penalty! Kiyomi Tsuki, I, the young master, will not forgive you. If I don't beat you into a giant panda, the young master will automatically be demoted to a giant panda.

The dragon and phoenix's eyes spewed out like two active volcanoes.

Diwei was terrified, thinking: "Oh no, the Tyrannosaurus Rex has gone berserk! What should I do?" If he didn't beat Qingjian Yue to death when his temper flared, the Big Dipper would never appear in the sky. "Qingjian Yue, quick, quick, run!"

Kiyomi Tsuki, oblivious to the danger, pointed at Ryuu Fung-sang and said, "Your eyes are spitting fire? How terrifying! Are you a monster or a human?"

Long Fengxiang spat out what was in his mouth and roared, "Qing Jianyue, I'll beat you up."

He lunged at her, baring his teeth and claws. Kiyomi Tsuki screamed, "My God!" and held up a pillow to cover her head and face, hoping it would turn into an impenetrable wall to protect her life and property.

Tears and snot streamed down Diwei's face as he shouted "Help!" in place of Kiyomi Tsuki.

His cry was indeed effective; a savior appeared. Of course, this savior was none other than Kang Boying, who calmly grabbed Long Fengxiang by the collar and lifted him into the air like a chick.

"I'll poke your nose, I'll poke your eyes, I'll poke your asshole, I'll poke your..."

Strange, he was thrusting so fiercely, how come I didn't feel any pain? Qing Jianyue quietly moved the pillow away from her face, instantly meeting Kang Boying's bright eyes filled with surprise and amusement. As for Long Fengxiang, he was like a Tyrannosaurus Rex locked in a cage, only able to hang in his hands, punching and kicking, baring his teeth, exuding murderous intent and displaying a ferocious appearance.

Kiyoshi breathed a huge sigh of relief: Thank goodness, Master Kang arrived in time, otherwise my life would have been in danger.

Kang Boying's lips suddenly curled into a half-smile, "Diwei, what's the deal with this stupid dragon?"

Diwei said in a serious tone, "Master, Qing Jianyue ambushed the young master and angered him."

"You're lying! You're a liar! Why would I attack him?" Qing Jianyue accused. He absolutely refused to admit that he had beaten that idiot.

“I, Diwei, never lie or deceive. You punched the young master, sending him flying into a flowerpot, his mouth full of mud and grass. You even called him a monster. The young master is furious.” Diwei was truly an honest man, reenacting Long Fengxiang’s embarrassing exploits without missing a beat.

"Did I really hit him? No wonder he was acting like that, like that, so unsteady. But it's so strange, why did I hit him?" Kiyotsuki put her finger in her mouth, really not understanding.

Diwei said, "You're asking me? I don't know either. In short, you hit the young master."

Kiyomi Tsuki began to recall, "I dreamt of Li Ying, trying to tempt me with chicken soup. Humph, how could I possibly give in to a bowl of chicken soup? I was unyielding and didn't fall for his trick. Then, then, I punched him..." Kiyomi Tsuki shook his head, reminding himself that it was just a dream. If you think positively, bad things won't happen. This was a truth he always believed in.

Diwei said in a robotic voice, "Wrong. It wasn't Li Ying who drank the chicken soup, it was the young master. You didn't punch Li Ying, you punched our young master."

Kiyomi Tsuki tried to banish the grief that overwhelmed her, looking at the fire-breathing dragon hanging in Kang Boying's hand. "I understand now, I mistook him for Li Ying and beat him up. But who is he anyway?"

“He is our young master, Long Fengxiang,” Di Wei replied.

Kiyoshi's mouth gaped open as she thought to herself: Good heavens! I hit Long Fengxiang, he definitely won't let me off the hook. I'm doomed, I can't be more doomed than I am now.

Kang Boying smiled slightly, "Help Young Master Jianyue wash and change his clothes."

"Wait a minute!" Qing Jianyue grabbed Kang Boying's sleeve like a drowning man grasping at a straw, refusing to let go, and cried out urgently, "Master Kang, I swear to God, I didn't mean to, I really didn't mean to hit, hit, hit..."

“I believe you didn’t mean to beat up this stupid dragon,” Kang Boying said tactfully, taking over the conversation.