Chapter 206: The Whole Family Together

Kongming sent Tang Luo to the school where An'an studied, which was reasonable and proper.

It happened to be the time when school let out.

This high school was not completely closed, requiring all students to live on campus; most students were day students.

"Get out of the car," Kongming said.

"Wait a moment," Tang Luo said, "what if she didn't come to school?"

"Then you can go find her yourself; it's not like you don't have the address," Kongming said.

Tang Luo said, "Old Kong, you're being unkind—you don't even understand the principle of seeing the Buddha off to the west. Not helping me guide this foolish child is one thing, but you won't even see us off?"

"I won't," Kongming said righteously, feeling a little pleased inside.

"I have made contributions to the organization! I want to see Jiang Shang! And that other guy and Chijing Daoist!" Tang Luo shouted loudly.

"Don't shout, don't shout," Kongming quickly said.

Tang Luo's voice filled the car, shaking his ears until they felt numb.

"You say, haven't I made contributions to the organization!" Tang Luo pointed at Kongming and said.

Kongming nodded with difficulty.

He couldn't bring himself to say "no" against his conscience—enlightened healing, finding Chijing Daoist, and Tang Luo's very existence were all strengthening the Martial Arts Myth.

Don't forget, the Martial Arts Myth, as an organization in the Eastern circle, has opponents.

Its own strengthening means the opponents' weakening, which definitely counts as merit.

"So, will you send me or not?" Tang Luo asked again.

"I will!" Kongming said.

Tang Luo smiled with relief—no matter how cunning like a ghost you are, before ironclad merit and facts, you must bow your head.

Of course, this applies to people who care about face. When encountering shameless fools, Tang Luo will give them a stern rebuke, letting them feel the weight and power of the Buddha's teachings.

Kongming, being clever, did not become such a fool.

"Then I'll go find someone first," Tang Luo said, having already changed into ordinary casual clothes after getting off the Dragon King's ship.

Otherwise, he'd have to buy clothes first before doing anything.

After all, a flashy white robe plus white hair is really too eye-catching—knowing that Tang Luo will later let the foolish children feel the weight of the Buddha's teachings, it's better to keep a low profile.

After getting out of the car, he walked toward the school while calling An'an again.

Still, the phone was off.

During dismissal, the flow of people at the school gate was naturally not small.

Even high school students are, to parents, still children—especially since they are indeed children, many parents come to pick them up.

Tang Luo walked against the crowd toward the school gate, attracting many glances—his white hair and appearance truly stood out like a crane among chickens.

The security guard at the school gate saw Tang Luo walking straight over, feeling quite surprised, and at the same time became more alert.

Even during dismissal, outsiders are prohibited from entering the campus; during this time, it's only exit, no entry.

To enter, one must register.

"Hello," Tang Luo said politely, "I'm here to find An'an—may I come in to look for her?"

"An'an?" The two rather burly security uncles thought for a moment, "The one in Class Five, Senior Three?" It seemed An'an was somewhat of a celebrity at school.

"Yes," Tang Luo nodded, "I'm her brother."

"Please register first," the guard said, looking at this white-haired handsome guy's appearance, he didn't seem like a bad person.

The school was a good school, and the guards were good guards—experienced and sharp-eyed.

Tang Luo wrote down his name, phone number, and entered the campus, completely without any nostalgia for youth.

His high school days were indeed quite far in the past.

He casually stopped a girl with a flushed face and a ponytail, a female high school student, and obtained the location of Class Five, Senior Three.

The classrooms for the three grades were in three separate teaching buildings, with the same layout, making them easy to find.

As for the miserable Senior Three, dismissal time was a little later than that of Senior One and Two.

The school was quite lively, but inside the teaching buildings, it was still quiet.

Arriving at the window of Class Five, Tang Luo glanced in and saw An'an quietly doing homework with her head down.

Hmm, after going through the mission, she could still calm down and continue being a student—her mental state could be said to be quite good.

Having no bottom line in mind, blindly inflated demonic gods walking about are not uncommon.

This time period was the last self-study session; teachers usually wouldn't be in the classroom.

Tang Luo thought for a moment, then lightly tapped twice on the window, the sound loud enough to be heard inside the classroom.

The quiet atmosphere was broken—except for a few students who happened to encounter a difficult problem and were immersed in painful thought, the rest instinctively looked up toward the window.

A slight commotion spread through the classroom.

An'an, who also looked up, had her eyes burst with surprise, immediately stood up, and ran toward the outside with pounding footsteps.

Anyway, self-study was almost over.

"Master..." An'an ran to Tang Luo's face, lowered her voice, and said.

"Let's talk over there," Tang Luo pointed to the end of the hallway, where the room was an unused spare classroom, no one there, convenient for talking.

"Okay," An'an nodded.

"Master, what do you want from me?" An'an did not ask Tang Luo how he knew she was here.

With the strength of Master Xuanzang, in reality he is certainly not an ordinary person; investigating some of her circumstances is also normal.

"Two things," Tang Luo said, "First..."

The first matter concerns the fate fragments and the Martial Arts Myth.

As Tang Luo spoke, An'an's face began to turn solemn.

You can take your time to consider; at least after completing three missions, I'll arrange your duel, provided you're still alive and both willing to do so... Tang Luo said.

Okay, I'll think about it carefully. An'an nodded.

The second matter. Tang Luo said, I discovered I'm your brother.

Huh? An'an opened her mouth, looking adorably clueless.

You know your mom remarried, right? She had another child before. Tang Luo asked.

This remarriage, strictly speaking, is called non-legal cohabitation plus premarital pregnancy.

An'an blankly: I seem to have heard a little about that...

As a dark history, neither the An family nor An Xirong would ever tell An'an about this past.

When Tang Luo met An'an, she was still a baby in swaddling clothes; Tang Luo didn't even recognize her, let alone her recognizing Tang Luo.

It's not a good thing, so it's normal you don't know. Tang Luo said, I only found out after returning.

An'an fell silent, lowered her head, then suddenly lifted it and leaned in to say: Onii-chan, die KI.

Tang Luo frowned, pressed An'an's face, and pushed her away: You remind me of Li Kui.

... An'an asked, Can I change my fate?

No, the Heavenly Killer Star fate is very strong. Tang Luo smiled and said, There's still one visible chance to grow stronger—don't give up.

Wuuu. An'an started acting cute, this is a girl's innate talent.

Just like men automatically smile when seeing a beautiful woman—non-sage time.

Regarding Tang Luo being her brother, An'an was initially shocked, and after the shock, she felt very happy and excited!

According to investigations, many only children have fantasized about having a sister or brother, older or younger sibling.

Even, they want all of them.

Of course, the vast majority of non-only children would scoff at those people's fantasies.

Just like experienced drivers clearly recognize the beautiful foam written by virgins—my little sister couldn't possibly be this cute.

But, everything fears comparison.

An'an is like this—she has a foolish younger brother who constantly calls himself her brother, making An'an become the aforementioned "experienced driver."

Then, suddenly a person appeared, proving to An'an that XX is even more enjoyable than in X literature.

How could she not be excited, how could she not be happy?

Strong, handsome, and with just the right age gap—such a brother, An'an truly wants!

Even if she acts unrestrained, she still wants him.

Since the mission, she's been unrestrainedly hugging thighs; now it's her own brother, so An'an feels even more justified and confident.

At the same time, she regrets being seventeen or eighteen years old.

If she were seven or eight, she could directly climb onto the master's leg and burrow into his embrace.

Wait, now she can't call him master anymore—she has to call him brother, huh, calling Onii-chan is also not unacceptable.

But the master seems to have no special feeling toward this title.

I already called your mom, though I guess it was your dad who answered. Tang Luo said, Tonight when you go back, just casually tell a few lies to get by.

Huh? An'an froze again.

I'm not here to recognize relatives. Tang Luo said, Okay, that's it, I'm leaving. By the way, the person who called this afternoon was me—don't forget to remove me from the blacklist. If anything comes up, remember to contact me—enlightened healing, punishing evil and promoting good, there's nothing Master Xuanzang can't do.

An'an dazedly watched Tang Luo leave.

Wait, clearly I just saw Master Xuanzang again, and Master Xuanzang turned into my own brother.

Clearly, it should be double the joy, so why did it end up like this?

Back then—what happened back then?

An'an's expression gradually turned stern; she decided—she would investigate the truth of what happened back then, and then make the whole family whole again—pfft, happy and united.

Thinking that, she saw Tang Luo return again.

An'an showed a surprised expression—indeed, she still couldn't bear to part with this adorable little sister of hers.

Where will your dad be at this time?

Disappointed, An'an hesitated not at all, betrayed her own father, and became his black-hearted cotton coat.

Wen Hanfei and An Xirong are both busy, usually arriving home around 10 p. m.

An'an and An Ping are both picked up and dropped off by the driver, with the nanny cooking meals.

At this time, Wen Hanfei should be at the company.

Back in the car, Tang Luo said: Person found, let's go.

Arriving near the destination, Kongming found a temporary parking spot: There are still gloves in the back seat.

Gloves too? Tang Luo looked at Kongming.

As someone who walks among gods and demons, to conceal identity and act discreetly is reasonable and proper. Kongming again emphasized being reasonable and proper.

Fine, wait ten minutes. Tang Luo opened the door and got out.

The materials Qin Menglan gave him included Wen Hanfei's appearance, and it's a recent photo—no problem recognizing him.

Stuffing the sack into the compartment where the bag was stored in the trunk, Tang Luo put on white gloves, feeling that if Kongming encountered a temporary checkpoint while driving, eight or nine times out of ten he'd be taken to the station.

Using the Merit Jade Lotus, he entered an invisible state.

Tang Luo entered as if no one were there, entering the An Group building.