Chapter 60 : How about I give you a massage, Auntie?

In Jiang Province, at the center of Jinling City, inside an exquisite courtyard.

An old man in martial arts robes sat on a rocking chair, swaying leisurely.

Old Master Zhao, the patriarch of the Zhao family, their pillar of support.

As a half-step Dao Realm cultivator, he single-handedly held up the entire Zhao family.

Twelve branches of the Zhao family all rested on his shoulders.

A man in a suit walked in. Seeing the old man, he prepared to tell him news that wasn’t catastrophic but was no small thunderclap either.

He approached the old man and said:

“Old Master, the Second Young Master… has suffered a severe blow and hasn’t woken up yet.”

Old Master Zhao seemed not to hear, still rocking in his chair.

After about ten minutes, he asked slowly:

“How is the Fourth?”

“The Fourth Young Master… was just confirmed to have no breath left not long ago.”

Old Master Zhao’s face showed neither joy nor sorrow.

“Hmph. Truly a bunch of worthless descendants.”

“The eldest loves tricking women. Letting it slide with ordinary women is one thing, but he had to make a move on an esper. In the end, he set his sights on the adopted daughter of Mu, one of the Four Pillars’ family heads. And then… when the wind blows through his crotch, there won’t be any balls left to cool.”

The man in the suit shuddered, not daring to respond.

In this branch of the Zhao family, every single one was a monster in human form, specializing in doing human deeds.

The eldest loved tricking women. Ordinary women were one thing, but he made a move on an esper, and ultimately provoked the adopted daughter of Mu, one of the Four Pillars’ family heads. Then… when the wind blows through his crotch, there won’t be any balls left to cool.

The fourth practiced soul refinement and was caught red-handed by the Four Pillars, who executed him.

The Zhao family could only swallow this humiliation; otherwise, the Four Pillars and the Buddhist and Taoist sects would certainly use it as an excuse.

The third was addicted to killing and cultivated evil arts.

In ancient times, if the righteous path discovered this, they would wipe out his entire family.

Fortunately, there are no righteous path sects anymore.

Every great unified dynasty throughout history had a Dao Realm cultivator sitting in charge, suppressing all petty troublemakers.

But since four hundred years ago, no one has been able to break through to the Dao Realm.

Old Master Zhao asked:

“Has the second returned?”

The man in the suit replied:

“The Second Young Master heard that Miss Pei is in Jinghai City, so he went to Jinghai City as well.”

What a fine pretend-human Second Young Master, acting as Miss Pei’s loyal lapdog during her Soul Formation stage.

He even said that for her, he would offer the entire Zhao family as a betrothal gift.

Miss Pei was the epitome of a femme fatale.

In ancient times, she would definitely have been a nation-wrecking enchantress—and on the level of Daji and Bao Si.

“…”

Old Master Zhao, whether helpless or utterly disheartened, said:

“With grandsons like these, our Zhao family truly has a bright future ahead.”

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Back home, Qin Luo saw Little Aunt sitting on the sofa watching TV. For some reason, his body felt a little weary.

After confirming his relationship with Sister, he felt a bit guilty.

Or perhaps it was fear—he didn’t dare face Little Aunt.

There was also a complex feeling of sneaking around behind his wife’s back and feeling sorry for her.

In short, Qin Luo’s mood was complicated.

Qin Luo instinctively glanced at Sister.

Before, Sister’s eyes would turn terrifyingly dark whenever he got close to a girl.

But now, she was very calm.

“Little Aunt, is something the matter?”

He sat down beside Little Aunt.

Jiang Qing’e wore black stockings, lying on the sofa in a somewhat casual posture.

Qin Luo quickly looked away.

Her mature body was too alluring, especially a fully ripened woman like Little Aunt.

But still, he couldn’t help sneaking another glance.

He had just relieved himself this morning, yet now his resistance seemed to have dropped.

Suddenly, he noticed that Little Aunt wasn’t wearing ordinary knee-length black stockings, but black pantyhose.

The kind that went all the way up to her waist.

If you asked how he knew—it was because he had just inadvertently glanced and saw that the base of Little Aunt’s thighs wasn’t fair skin, but black fabric.

Ahem!

He definitely wasn’t looking on purpose—it was just accidental.

Bai Jingyu saw this and turned her face away.

She knew that although she was very important in her brother’s heart, the person who mattered most to him wasn’t her, but Little Aunt.

“I haven’t seen Luo Luo properly in a few years. Little Aunt misses him.”

Jiang Qing’e leaned gently against Qin Luo’s shoulder, breathing in the reassuring scent of the youth, and the unease deep inside her subsided a great deal.

Qin Luo felt the softness beside him and caught the faint fragrance.

Little Aunt still didn’t treat him like a boy.

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