"Mmm..."
Xiao Wu didn't know why she had suddenly wrapped her arms around Tang Yin's neck and kissed him on her own initiative.
The person she loved was Tang San.
She shouldn't have been the one to actively seek affection from Tang Yin.
But the moment her lips touched his, it was as if she had awakened a memory imprinted deep within her body by Tang Yin.
Not only did she eagerly drink in his overwhelming passion, but her hands also instinctively sought out his red-clad cannon, urging him to bombard her again, to make her sink deeper into ecstasy.
Tang Yin, sensing Xiao Wu's initiative, naturally had no intention of disappointing her.
While his lips claimed hers, his rough hands had already descended to the damp, muddy path between her legs.
He wanted to thoroughly clear the road conditions for her.
Then, he would drive his high-speed crimson cannon deep inside, bombarding her relentlessly before firing a volley of hot ammunition to bring her to bliss.
As Xiao Wu felt Tang Yin's calloused fingers tending to her path, even playing with the delicate petals along the roadside, her shyness only made her cling to him tighter, as if she wanted to melt into his very body.
But the next second—
Tug!
Tang Yin abruptly plucked a delicate flower from her roadside garden.
The sudden roughness made Xiao Wu's brows furrow in pain.
A whimper rose in her throat, but with Tang Yin's lips sealing hers, all she could manage was a muffled, needy moan.
"Hah~"
"Xiao Wu, look—your roadside flowers are so lush. Should this big brother help you clear them out properly?"
Tang Yin pulled back, holding the freshly plucked petals in front of her face, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.
Already overwhelmed with embarrassment, Xiao Wu couldn't even bring herself to look at him, let alone the evidence of his gardening.
"Xiao Wu, these are your flowers—you must take such good care of them normally. Why can't you look at them now?"
His teasing didn't stop.
His fingers trailed back to the edges of her path, rummaging through the overgrown foliage as if searching for something even more beautiful to show her.
"No... it hurts!" Xiao Wu pleaded when she felt him preparing to uproot another blossom.
"My sweet Xiao Wu, look—your roadside petals are already glistening with morning dew. Shouldn't you water them properly, help them grow even lusher?"
Of course, Xiao Wu understood exactly what he meant.
And that was why she couldn't bear to meet his gaze.
But now, she could feel her path growing even wetter, the petals along the edges parched and in desperate need of rain.
Yet, asking her to make it rain herself was too much.
If only Tang Yin's crimson cannon could fire a few more rounds, pumping its ammunition deep into her barrel—then surely, the roadside garden would be drenched in a downpour.
But doing that would mean... just like before, she'd end up making those shameful noises again. She'd die of embarrassment!
Seeing her hesitation, Tang Yin took her small hand and placed it on his crimson cannon, grinning.
"See? If you want to water those flowers, you've got to loosen the pressure first. Otherwise, the ammunition won't fire easily, and without that, making it rain will be tough."
He leaned closer, voice dropping to a commanding whisper.
"So, Xiao Wu... you know what to do now, right?"
Her fingers trembling, Xiao Wu nodded shyly.
"Then begin."
Biting her lip, she lowered her head.
For the sake of her thirsty garden, she had no choice but to endure the humiliation and help Tang Yin's cannon cool down—releasing the pressure in its barrel, lowering its scorching temperature before the ammunition inside overheated and exploded.
Slurp~
Her method of cooling the cannon was... labor-intensive.
But she persevered, working diligently to ease the tension in his weapon.
Meanwhile...
Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong had already found Tang San and the others, holding Xiao Wu's hairpin.
The moment Tang San saw it, his entire body shook with hope—thinking they had found her.
But Ning Rongrong's next words doused him in ice water.
"Third Brother, we only found this hairpin in the alley... along with signs of a struggle. There was no trace of Xiao Wu."
"If there was a fight and her hairpin was left behind... she must be in danger!" Ma Hongjun blurted out.
Dai Mubai immediately clamped a hand over his mouth before he could make things worse.
Clenching the hairpin, Tang San's fists trembled, his lips paling.
"Search. No matter what... we have to find her."
His voice was steel.
Without another word, Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun resumed combing the city.
Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong did the same.
By sheer coincidence, Tang San found himself back outside the hotel where Xiao Wu and Tang Yin were.
And even more coincidentally—
He spotted the man who had lured Xiao Wu away: Xue Beng's Soul King subordinate.
Rage surged through him. He wanted nothing more than to seize the man and force the truth out of him.
But he held back.
The Soul King wasn't alone, and with his Purple Demon Eyes, Tang San could see the man's cultivation surpassed his own. In a direct fight, he'd lose.
If it were a dark alley, or nightfall, he could rely on hidden weapons and poison.
But here, in broad daylight, in the busiest part of the city? Any move would draw the imperial guards.
Suppressing his fury, Tang San shadowed the man silently—only to see him enter the hotel.
He's going upstairs.
A cold dread settled in Tang San's gut.
He had already scouted this place earlier.
Most of the guests here were... entertaining women... or engaging in other activities.
If the Soul King was heading upstairs—
Then where does that leave Xiao Wu?!
The thought nearly drove him mad.
But without confirmation, he could only bury his murderous intent and follow silently.
Meanwhile, in the Top Floor Suite...
After Xiao Wu's dedicated service had cooled down Tang Yin's cannon, and after he had fertilized her delicate garden with a fresh round of nutrients, the flames of passion finally began to subside.
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