Chapter 135: and ===GLOSSARY===

Like the low roar before a volcanic eruption, Qianjie's tall figure appeared at the entertainment room doorway.

He had only been drawn here by the clamor and laughter, intending to see who was being oblivious and making a disturbance.

However, just as he reached the doorway, his gaze swept over the screen, and he happened to see himself pinning Kesi Mo against the wall and uttering that line that made his blood run cold—

"Little wild cat, where do you think you're going?"

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Qianjie's pupils behind the mask probably shrank to the size of a pinprick.

His already scorching aura instantly erupted like a nuclear blast.

The raging flames surged uncontrollably, scorching the air at the doorway until it twisted.

No questioning, no roaring (because extreme rage had deprived him of speech).

The next second, a scorching shockwave, like an angry dragon, blasted from Qianjie's hand!

The target was aimed straight at—the giant screen playing 'Source of Sin'!

Boom——!!!

Accompanied by a deafening blast and spraying electric sparks, the huge screen and its rear playback equipment, under Qianjie's furious strike, instantly turned into charred fragments and drifting green smoke!

Heh…hehe…

Wei Er Wei's laughter cut off abruptly; looking at the smoldering wreckage, her face showed genuine regret: 'Oh dear… Qianjie, you're really not fun to tease… What a great 'art resource'…'

She couldn't finish her sentence.

Because Qianjie's gaze, as if from the Nine Hells, had locked onto her.

The meaning conveyed by that gaze was simple: the next one to turn to charcoal will be you.

Wei Er Wei's regret instantly turned into a quick-witted excuse; without a word, she let out an insincere 'Oh no, I suddenly remembered I still have a magic trick to do' exclamation, her body like a slippery loach, she slipped out the other exit of the entertainment room in an instant, leaving only an afterimage.

Wait, Wei Er Wei sis!

Pa Duo, seeing this, was even more terrified out of her wits, clutching a can as she tumbled and crawled after Wei Er Wei in panicked flight, fearing that a moment's delay would make her the target of Qianjie's wrath.

For a moment, the entertainment room held only Qianjie, standing where he was, his whole body ablaze like a demon child—no, like a demon god descending—and Ailixiya, struggling to ease the tension.

Ailixiya looked at the mess all over the floor, then at the terrifyingly low-pressure Qianjie, and spoke carefully, trying to soothe: 'Um… Qianjie? Calm down, don't mind it; it's obviously a prank… surely the "System" or the "Heimu" is behind this, trying to disturb us…'

Qianjie let out a heavy grunt, the sound seeming to be squeezed from deep magma, carrying heat that could scorch a person.

He ignored Ailixiya's comfort, didn't even glance at the silent Su in the corner, just stared fixedly at the pile of screen debris for a few seconds, then turned sharply, his whole body practically igniting the air with rage, and strode away.

Inside the entertainment room, a burnt smell permeated.

Ailixiya watched Qianjie's retreating back, then glanced at Su beside her, who seemed like an old monk in meditation, and finally couldn't help but lift her forehead and let out a low laugh filled with helplessness.

'Ah… this really is… a non-stop 'surprise'.'

And Wei Er Wei, who had been scared off by Qianjie's 'death gaze', after confirming safety, stroked her chin, her eyes flashing with lingering enthusiasm:

'What a pity… but since it existed, maybe the data has a backup? Or… could I possibly 'create' some myself? Hehehe…'

Scene shift.

As Bai Hang led Jing Liu to roughly familiarize themselves with this cyber‑ancient style courtyard, secretly relieved that the 'background setting' in her mind was detailed enough, an unexpected 'detail' she never anticipated popped up—she was not only a tenant, but also a co‑tenant!

The door of another bedroom was tightly shut, and even a pair of women's short boots with gear decorations lay casually at the entrance.

(……Co‑tenant?! Master! The script didn't write this part!)

Bai Hang's heart let out another silent wail, and the smile on her face froze instantly.

Jing Liu beside her naturally noticed the detail as well; she tilted her head slightly, looking at the closed door and the boots, voice flat: 'Do you still have a roommate?'

'Uh… this… haha…'

Bai Hang felt her CPU about to overload, as she raked her brains trying to invent a new lie—

'Squeak——'

The courtyard door being pushed open sounded just in time, rescuing her.

Bai Hang felt as if pardoned, and hurriedly said: 'Maybe my roommate is back! I'll go check!'

Saying that, she quickly walked toward the living room.

All she saw was a petite 'girl' walking in.

She wore an outfit mainly in light purple, a tailored revised Xianzhou style garment, head adorned with a matching beret; beneath the brim, her deep‑purple long hair was neatly kept, her violet‑red eyes calm and waveless, and she held a paper bundle stuffed with fresh ingredients.

The moment Bai Hang saw her, fabricated information about this 'roommate' flooded her mind like a data packet:

Name: Xi Tong (System)

Race: Xianzhou person (self‑called)

Age: over three hundred twenty years (within normal range)

Gender: Female

Identity: landlord of this courtyard and master‑bedroom tenant, second landlord of Bai Xing.

Background: formerly worked as an interstellar miner, information broker for data pirates, temporary bartender at a bar in Beloberg's Lower District, honorary consultant of the Space Station's cleaning department (removed after using an unknown solvent to wipe seventy‑six experiment cabins, causing data corruption), and a short‑term props manager for the Xianzhou opera troupe (dismissed after trying to apply holographic projection tech to the traditional opera 'Imperial Bow Trace', causing the stage to explode)…

Currently claims to be a 'freelancer', main source of income unknown.

Personality traits: extremely stingy, talkative, slightly sharp‑tongued, has mild cleanliness obsession and compulsive disorder; her evaluation of tenant Bai Xing is 'fairly well‑behaved, just leaves things scattered'.

Relationship with Bai Xing: purely a monetary rental tie, occasionally accompanied by life guidance and care.

(What the heck is all this!)

Bai Hang felt the corner of her mouth about to cramp; this background setting is way too 'rich'!

As Bai Hang's brain overloaded, the incoming Xi Tong also spotted the two of them.

Her gaze lingered on Bai Hang for a second.

Then Bai Hang jerked upright, stepped forward, piled on a smile, trying to regain control: 'Xi, Xi Tong sis! You're back! This person is… is my friend! She, she's temporarily staying in the guest room tonight!'

She especially emphasized the words 'temporary' and 'friend'.

The system called Xi Tong lifted its eyelids, glanced lightly at Bai Hang, its tone carrying a somewhat critical blandness: "Hmm. You're back."

She said while placing the ingredients from her bosom onto the smart cooking station, movements smooth and natural.

Then Xi Tong turned its gaze to Jing Liu, who had been standing silently to the side, and gave her an up-and-down "scrutiny" of this extraordinary white-haired woman, her face showing appraisal.

Jing Liu gave a slight nod, as a greeting, her voice clear and cold: "Jing Liu."

Upon hearing that, Xi Tong immediately, according to her self-set "stingy conservative landlord" persona, opened her mouth, and the carefully designed "lines" slipped out: AUV~.