Chapter 68

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Protagonist:

Xuan Ge

Ling Sha, Xing Xiao, Dali Hua, and the newly joined Kafka — the four women sat at the table.

The four women did not argue, did not quarrel, and certainly did not confront each other head-on; even Kafka, who had originally planned to stir things up, merely ate her dishes with a calm face, her expression indifferent.

The reason was very simple.

From beginning to end, Xuan Ge did not give a damn about the four of them; all of his attention was focused on Ren.

Xuan Ge's eyes and mouth were full of reminiscing and teasing with this old friend.

Ling Sha secretly glanced at Xuan Ge, whose eyes were full of Ren and whose face was already slightly flushed from drinking, and helplessly revealed a doting smile.

She then picked up her chopsticks, picked up Xuan Ge's favorite side dish, and gently placed it into his bowl, the movement gentle and natural.

The surface conflict had subsided, but the secret struggle had never stopped.

This seemingly inadvertent action of Ling Sha instantly aroused the vigilance of Xing Xiao and Dali Hua; a trace of defeat flashed in both their eyes.

The two of them simply did not know Xuan Ge's specific preferences; aside from knowing he preferred large ones, they truly knew nothing of other details such as dietary preferences.

Watching Ling Sha's maneuver now, their hearts were full of urgency.

Kafka still silently sipped her tea, occasionally picking up a bite or two of Xian Zhou delicacies to savor carefully, as if everything at the table had nothing to do with her, like a transparent person.

But those pink-purple eyes of hers had already secretly recorded the number of times Xuan Ge picked up dishes and the flavors he favored, not missing a single detail.

Xuan Ge intimately draped his arm over Ren's shoulder; because of the alcohol, his face had long since flushed faintly, his gaze somewhat hazy, and he laughed as he teased:

"Ren, this codename is pretty cool — Qi Feng Ren, sword and blade tempering the heart. Dian Dao Ge, what? You want to become the Sword Champion?"

As he spoke, Xuan Ge let out a small burp, his tone full of pride, and continued:

"Hehe~ But no matter how cool, it's still not as cool as our Divine Might title! In terms of presence, you can't compare to me!"

When Ren heard the three words "Dian Dao Ge," his breath caught, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

But immediately upon hearing the word "Sword Champion," the blue veins on his temple surfaced instantly, his face darkened a few degrees, and the aura around him turned somewhat cold.

Ren's tone carried a few parts of indignant rebuttal, yet not the slightest intent to attack Xuan Ge.

This is the unique way the brothers get along — bickering and roughhousing, sharp-tongued but extraordinarily close at heart.

"Xuan Ge, does drinking not shut your mouth?"

Ren's voice carried a few parts of hoarseness, his tone full of helplessness: "Also, don't mention that woman! I don't want to hear her name!"

Ren raised his left hand, gently pinched the space between his eyebrows, then glanced at the wine cup held in his right hand, and silently cursed in his heart:

Where the hell did this wine come from? How can the kick be this strong!? Only twenty-some cups and I already feel my head getting dizzy.

Ren indeed felt somewhat drunk at this moment — head heavy, body feverish — yet this drunk feeling was incomparably nostalgic.

The last time like this was several hundred years ago, when the Five Braves of Yun Shang gathered and drank and horsed around together.

"Which woman? Hm?"

Xuan Ge raised his left hand, set down the wine cup in his hand, picked up the wine pot, and refilled Ren's cup to the brim; his right hand still tightly embraced Ren's shoulder, not loosening a fraction.

Xuan Ge's tone carried a few parts of curiosity: "Tell me, tell me~ Who is it exactly?"

"Your old acquain...."

Ren had just wanted to say "Your old acquaintance Jing Liu."

But the moment the word "acquaintance" left his mouth, three icy, probing gazes landed on him in unison, forcing the words at his lips back down his throat.

"There's no woman, this has nothing to do with you, don't ask more."

Ren, helpless, could only forcibly change the subject; he did not want to become Xuan Ge's "history excavator."

Even less did he want to be surrounded and interrogated by these three women, inviting unnecessary trouble.

Ren picked up the wine cup and downed the full cup Xuan Ge had just poured in one gulp; the spicy liquor scorched his throat and also sobered him a few degrees.

'Damn it, it's all Xuan Ge's fault!'

He covertly glanced at the three women — Ling Sha and the others — their eyes clearly waiting for him to continue speaking.

But just then, Ren sensed a fourth gaze; he paused slightly, then looked at Kafka in puzzlement.

Ren: Bro, seriously!?

Xuan Ge was already dead drunk at this moment, his mind no longer clear.

Seeing Ren repeatedly look toward Kafka, he instantly felt betrayed, a surge of grievance in his heart.

His right hand pressed down on Ren's head, forcibly turning his face toward himself.

"Ah~ Fine if you won't say." Xuan Ge's tone carried a few parts of drunken spoiled complaint.

"Dian Dao Ge, why do you keep looking at other people? Am I not as charming as her? Can't your eyes have only me?"

Ren:.......

Looking at Xuan Ge's drunk, aggrieved appearance, he was momentarily at a loss for words, only able to let out a speechless sigh.

Ren reached out, lightly patted Xuan Ge's back, his tone softening a few degrees:

"Xuan Ge, you're drunk, it's late, tomorrow you still have a mountain of documents to handle, stop fooling around."

Xuan Ge, as if receiving a command, fell asleep directly.

Ren stood up, gently helping the already "asleep" Xuan Ge to his feet.

But facing the four women eyeing him like tigers, he was momentarily at a loss, and his headache worsened.

These four women obviously all wanted to personally escort Xuan Ge back.

Ling Sha stood up first, intending to step forward and take Xuan Ge, but just as she took a step, she was firmly pinned in place by the power Xing Xiao released, unable to move.

Seeing this, Xing Xiao was about to step forward, but was instead bound in place by the Memory power of the Grand Dahlia, together with the purple silk threads released by Kafka.

Xing Xiao let out a cold hmph, the cold aura around her body surged violently, power erupting from her entire body, and she broke free of the bindings in an instant.

She turned her hand back and restrained the Grand Dahlia and Kafka.

In terms of power, among those present, aside from Xuan Ge, there was simply no one who could stop her.

Just then, Ren felt Xuan Ge secretly pinch his shoulder, and he instantly understood Xuan Ge's intent; gritting his teeth inwardly, he said in a deep voice:

"I'll take him back; it's inconvenient for all of you. Xuan Ge is drunk and needs quiet. Stop arguing."

Ren feared he couldn't persuade Xing Xiao, so he added another sentence, his tone carrying a hint of probing, and also a hint of pressure:

"Xuan Ge is a person who distinguishes rewards and punishments clearly. You also wouldn't want to incur Xuan Ge's displeasure because of your reckless, unscrupulous strong-arming."

Xing Xiao slightly furrowed her long, slender eyebrows, her eyes full of unwillingness, then she secretly gritted her teeth.

This rhetoric again! Xuan Ge, you bastard!

You brothers are all the same sort, aren't you!

'Xuan Ge, you bastard!' Ren couldn't help cursing inwardly as well.

This was the first time in his life he had used Xuan Ge's "you also wouldn't want" rhetoric, and deep down he always felt there was the slightest something off about this rhetoric.

Even someone as smooth as Jing Yuan had never used this rhetoric.

Only Xuan Ge treated this rhetoric as a catchphrase, often keeping it on his lips, using it to deal with disobedient people, and it worked every time.

Seeing this, the Grand Dahlia immediately put it to use, a charming smile on her face, her tone carrying a touch of provocation, and said to Xing Xiao:

"Hehe~ Xing Xiao, you also wouldn't want to be hated by Xuan Ge because of hurting us~"

Xing Xiao coldly glanced sideways at the Grand Dahlia's massive cleavage, her tone full of contempt and disdain, and said coldly:

"A woman with a body of rotten flesh, also worthy of using this rhetoric? You have no qualification."

Kafka still smiled, her expression composed; Ling Sha stood silently to the side.

The two inadvertently met eyes, a trace of wariness and guard flashing in both their gazes; without the slightest communication, they each moved their gazes away.

What Ling Sha was guarding against was the relationship between Ren and Kafka; she was truly afraid that when the General woke up early, the one lying in her blanket would be Kafka.

If that happened, all her previous efforts would have been in vain.

And what Kafka was guarding against was Ling Sha's thoughts.

Ren had just secretly given her a hand gesture, signaling her that Xuan Ge was feigning sleep.

But she could also tell that Ling Sha had long since seen through Xuan Ge's disguise, yet remained silent the whole time, not the slightest intention of exposing it.

An expert — this was Kafka's current evaluation of Ling Sha.

Besides that, there was another thought in her heart:

In Xuan Ge's heart, Ling Sha might truly be the first; no one could compare to her, not even Xing Xiao and the Grand Dahlia.

It seems I'll have to try cooperation; after all, there are no eternal enemies.