C68 Part2

Translated by An Edited by An

Nian JiMo and Zheng Shou were occupied with the tasks of the Saintess Hall while Yang QiQi and three young males were busy training in the arena, trying hard to improve their overall strength. Unconsciously, the sun set in the west, giving the sky an orange glow, and the group of people returned to the small house covered in sweat. Ling Yue had already gone back and was bustling around in the kitchen but they didn’t expect to see Nian JiMo walking down the stairs.

He was donning a white sportswear and his long semi-dry hair was braiding itself behind his head.

Consequently, no one could resist prostrating: ‘How high-tech is his hair ah? It can even get braided by itself… Truly omnipotent!’

“Ah Ji, what happened to your face?” When Yang QiQi noticed that his left cheek was bruised and swollen, she couldn’t help but worry about him. She went up the stairs quickly and held his hand, striving to take a look at him carefully.

“Don’t worry. It’s a small injury.” Nian JiMo hugged her in order to comfort Yang QiQi but his sharp eyes shot a meaningful glance at Xiang BuChen, who was standing at the back of the group.

Originally, Xiang BuChen had something on his mind so he had kept his eyes down. But when he felt a sharp gaze on him, he raised his eyes to meet Nian JiMo’s line of sight. The corners of his mouth curled up and a thick evil aura spurt into that pair of peach blossom eyes.

Nian JiMo: ‘I know who you are.’

Xiang BuChen: ‘Really?’

Nian JiMo: ‘Don’t let me catch you.’

Xiang BuChen: ‘Oh~’

“I’m going to take a shower.” Xiang BuChen walked towards the stairs and brushed past Nian JiMo

“I’m going too. Wait for me.” Tu Jin quickly followed.

Although the three young males did not settle in the small house, they always took a bath in the guest room upstairs after training. Hence, they had their clothes in the closet of that room.

“Have something on your mind?” Nian JiMo watched as Xiang BuChen disappeared at the corner of the stairs and then looked back at Xu.

This male beastman had been staring at him with an odd gaze since he entered the house. Upon taking a closer look, he could perceive a faint air of sourness coming from him.

“It’s nothing. I’m going to take a shower too.” He blinked his eyes, suppressing all his emotions, and hurried away.

Covered all over with dust and sweat, Yang QiQi was also feeling sticky and uncomfortable but she was more concerned with what happened to Nian JiMo: “Ah Ji, what happened last night? Why did you suddenly leave the room? Is it really because there was a problem with the lighting equipment in the arena that needed to be dealt with overnight?”

Nian JiMo raised his index finger and put it over her chattering little mouth. Then, he kissed it over his finger before saying: “I was led out of the room by WuMing last night. We had a fight in the orchard.” As he said, he pointed at the bruises on his face. “He kicked me here. His martial art skills have improved a lot from the last time I had seen him. Even though I used all the skills you taught me, I could only fight on an equal footing with him. But before there was a definite winner, an attendant came over in a hurry because the lighting equipment of the big arena did have a problem. In the second half of the night, I was indeed dealing with things in the Saintess Hall, including the whole day today.”

Nian JiMo’s eyes flickered at this point. He didn’t tell her that during the day, he took advantage of Xiang BuChen’s presence here at the Saintess Hall for the training and sneaked into his room at the Nursery Hall. Fortunately or unfortunately, he didn’t find anything suspicious there. If there was any difference in that room, it could be said that his room had a much simpler layout than that of the other young male beastmen. There was only one neat wooden single bed in the ten square feet room. The sharply folded blue-green beddings gave it a very military atmosphere. Beside that, the room was absolutely empty. It didn’t have anything else at all. It was too tidy; he couldn’t even find a single hair in it.

It was so clean that it was suspicious.

It was just like his record in the Nursery Hall. He had not been admonished nor had he been punished. According to the recollections of other young male beastmen, he surprisingly never even in line to eat in the cafeteria. He had also never been a part of any team.

Even if no trace could be found about him, it didn’t mean that there were no problems.

Nian JiMo’s intuition proclaimed that this young male with peach blossom eyes and an evil smile was that dangerous and mysterious WuMing.

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