Chapter 677: Chapter 9 Ayane’s Rebellious Phase (Part 1)
“…I’ve been training in martial arts every day recently, with little progress. No matter what, I can’t seem to feel the so-called ‘flow’ of power, which is a rare experience of frustration for .”
“Sotis I recall those days when I pestered you to teach swordsmanship. Now, when I think back, I find it quite embarrassing due to my immaturity at that ti, but I also cherish those mories.”
Gongsun Ce hesitated for a mont, then quickly added the last two lines with his pen.
“I haven’t received a reply to my last letter, and I assu sothing must have happened to you. If I don’t get a reply within a week this ti, I will find other ways to contact you…”
“Best wishes for a happy life. Sincerely, Gongsun Ce.”
Gongsun Ce skillfully sealed the envelope, completing yet another letter. This ti, he still applied the Spring and Autumn Annals technique, balancing the letter’s content between detail and brevity. The great battle with the Red Mage and the strenuous training after Divine Communication were worth highlighting; but the daily trivialities of romancing and two-timing ladies, which now found him sleeping in the bathroom, were certainly of no interest to Miss Knight and thus not worth ntioning.
“Deduction always needs clues, that’s what you said,” Gongsun Ce muttered to himself. “How can you deduce anything if I don’t write a single word about it? Impossible…”
He admitted to himself that there was a small, spiteful thought lingering in his heart. But since Dawn Knight knew him so well, it didn’t really matter.
Gongsun Ce stretched lazily and habitually lied down on his bed. The pillow had a different scent, reminding him of the shampoo Shiyu Ling often used. Only then did he realize that his partner, who was also essentially his girlfriend, had taken over the bed for nearly half a month; his own place had been relegated to the bathtub in the washroom.
“Tch!”
Gongsun Ce cursed under his breath and flipped the blanket on the bed as a prank. He was pondering how to spend his ti when his phone rang in his pocket. The na displayed on the screen caught him by surprise.
“Hello, Sister Zhenfan? What’s up… huh??” Gongsun Ce scratched his head, “Okay, should I call so friends over… ah, alright, I’ll be over now, bye.”
Gongsun Ce hung up the phone, looking bemused.
“I an, just because you have no experience raising kids doesn’t an I do…”
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Zhenfan’s ho was situated in Cangshou District, the most stable area of the Sky City, and was connected to her white clinic.
Gongsun Ce had never set foot in this house; he always imagined when passing by that the cool, indifferent-looking doctor might have a horror movie set inside, where cold air hit you as you stepped through the front door, and hooks hanging large chunks of frozen at sparked uneasy thoughts. The doctor, draped in a white coat, would be cutting into a steak-like piece of dium-rare at at the dining table and coldly smiling to say dinner was sorted as he entered…
Of course, that was all wild fantasy from his Daoist Master days. In reality, Kardesia had visited the doctor’s ho. She said that the house was decorated with a wood aesthetic, which was a common minimalist style on Zero Island. There were many green plants around the room, and in the sumr, the sunlight streaming in through the curtains made it feel like a small forest in the city, giving the whole house a cozy and elegant atmosphere.
At the ti, Gongsun Ce said this made the doctor sound like a gentle young lady, but he thought to himself that the doctor was still a human being with a life outside of work. It was a pity that the cozier the house, the more lonely it felt to live alone; he couldn’t understand how the doctor had coped for so long.
Now, Gongsun Ce guessed the reason: Kong Wang would visit her from ti to ti; probably, this ho was also kept for Kong Wang. And now that Little Ling Yin had moved in, the doctor surely wouldn’t feel lonely anymore.
“Excuse , I’m Gongsun Ce.”
Gongsun Ce passed the electronic security gate and knocked on the villa’s door. The heavy wooden door opened automatically; he took off his shoes, put on slippers, and entered the doctor’s ho with curiosity…
“Yah!”
What greeted Gongsun Ce was a sharp yell, and the pungent sll of blood carrying murderous intent hit him! A rich blood-colored streak flashed across the living room, slicing the decorative Little Green plant to pieces and charging toward a training dummy, chopping off half of its head. “Yah!” A red figure dashed past Gongsun Ce, and the little girl sprang in front of the dummy, launching a rciless barrage of karate chops. Amidst countless afterimages and flying wood chips, the dummy was obliterated in just 0.3 seconds by a mysterious force. This was the dark killing technique of the Blood Demon Karate, the Red Slaughter! Master!
The girl in red finished her combo and relaxed her stance, exhaling with satisfaction. She lit up upon seeing Gongsun Ce at the door. “Yah! Little Gongsun’s here~!”
“…Good morning, Ayane.”
Gongsun Ce stood amidst the chaos, feeling disordered, as if his wonderful expectations and the living essence of the ho had exploded and scattered like the pitiful wooden dummy. He slowly shifted his gaze, finding the hoowner on the sofa. Zhenfan was in a cool, camisole-type nightgown, sitting by the coffee table with a cup of coffee in hand. Her short hair and shoulders were covered with scattered twigs and leaves; her expression was as withered as that of an old monk, her eyes seemingly disillusioned with the world.
“Sister Zhenfan! Wake up, Sister Zhenfan!!”
A leaf fell into the coffee cup, and Zhenfan took a sip, her voice very soft. “Having that dream again, huh…”
“It’s reality! Don’t run away from reality, Sister Zhenfan!!”
Little Ayane placed her hands on her hips, shaking her head like an adult, “Really… Little Gongsun, you should talk so sense into Little Manaka too!”
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