Chapter 3 Departure

  "But before that, can you first let go of my... hand?" The boss had an innocent look on his face, but unfortunately, the gritted teeth and tense tone made it sound like he was going to eat him alive.

  Fang Xiaoling couldn't help but shrink back, awkwardly following the boss's line of sight to the hem of her clothes that had been ravaged by her own paws, and after a moment of stiffness, under the boss's almost torturous gaze, she silently let go of his hand.

  The boss hummed in satisfaction, turned around and floated away, leaving Fang Xiaoling still dazed and confused, unsure of what had just happened. Was that it? There was no follow-up?!

  A moment later, the boss floated back, slapping a foot-long yellow scroll in front of her, pointing to the missing item at the end with his slender fingers and saying lightly: "Sign, draw a picture."

  The housekeeper gave a faint glance at the calm and collected boss, instinctively feeling that she had zoned out for too long and was hallucinating, and stupidly asked: "What did you say?"

  The result was as expected, and the boss gave him a look of disdain, impatiently repeating: "Sign, stamp."

  "...it turned out that the boss was a human trafficker..." Fang Xiaoling silently swallowed those words of emotion, and honestly bit her own finger, scarlet blood seeping out. Without hesitation, she used the blood to draw her exclusive mark on the end of the scroll in bold strokes. The name of the demon had more restrictive power than that of humans, but its aesthetic degree...was really not worthy of admiration.

  The boss glanced at him lightly, nodded and said: "I still have some miscellaneous things to deal with. Three days later, the star chart will change, and the universe will reverse, which is a good time for us to set off."

  "Boss, you're going too?!"

  "I am bound to you by contract, and I must follow. You are most familiar with the rules of space, no matter how much you do, the direction of this ending has long been determined and will not change. And as your guardian, I will definitely prevent you from misusing your demonic powers to do things that violate the rules." The boss rarely spoke so much in one breath, and finally didn't forget to take a sip of tea to soothe his throat.

  Fang Xiaoling hung her head, her lips had been tormented to the point of peeling: "I know... I know I couldn't save him, it's just that there are some things I have to do, and some words I have to say to him... He was a good person, shouldn't have suffered such humiliation, and shouldn't have died in such a humiliating way."

  "He will still die..."

  "If that's the inevitable outcome, I'd rather he die by my hand..." Fang Xiaoling's grip on her teacup tightened, the faint clinking sound like a mournful wail, making one's heart feel a pang of sorrow.

  "Alright, I only care about what I want. As long as you don't do anything too out of line, I won't take action." The boss nodded and called over Ah Zi to attend to the guests, then left ahead of time.

  Fang Xiaoling lowered her eyes, sitting there blankly, lost in thought. She couldn't deny that she was still quite grateful to the boss. The three days weren't too short, but not too long either, just enough for her to sort out her past accounts properly. Although it had been a while since then, thinking about some things would still give her a headache. Clearing up the mess was always a good thing.

  A Zi stood aside with her hands down, and she did not make a sound to disturb her. Every person or demon who came here had a long past that was hard to express, hard to speak of, but only remembered in their hearts.

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  Three days later.

  The little house spirit looked at the boss in front of her, who had been spinning around in circles for a long time and was now covered in black lines. The initial panic and confusion that she had felt over the past three days had already worn off, and she discovered that as long as she followed the rules and didn't enter the inner rooms or wander around randomly, the boss was actually quite easy to talk to, and even gave her a somewhat... silly impression.

  The boss is quite fond of being distracted and sometimes when chatting with him about this and that, he would unknowingly fall into silence, even he himself didn't realize it.

  It seems like his short-term memory loss has struck again... Fang Xiaoling silently cursed in her heart, but still reminded him very tactfully: "Ah, boss, isn't it time for us to... fulfill our contract today?"

  "Ah……? Oh, right, almost forgot." The boss regretfully slapped his own forehead, "Xiao Xiao should have finished processing the documents by now, I'll go check on them." He then pretended to lift his legs and walk out.

  "What's with this self-talking rhythm?! Fang Xiaoling stared at her boss's smiling eyes, suddenly wanting to pounce on him and bite him to death."

  "Joking, joking." The boss suppressed his smile and continued to cough in a pretentious manner. He had changed out of the black silk Sun Yat-sen suit he usually wore and was now dressed in a traditional loose robe with a classic style, still with a bright red peony embroidered on the left chest, which was so vibrant it could scorch people's hearts, but was somehow subdued by the boss's calm demeanor, giving off an eerie sense of harmony, as if only he could bring out this flavor in this style of clothing.

  She's as beautiful as a painting... This was the only phrase Fang Xiaoling could think of, and for a moment, she was stunned into silence.

  Haha, with a thick stack of documents in hand, she slapped them on the table, let out a few sorrowful sighs, and suddenly caught sight of her staring blankly at her own boss. She felt a surge of displeasure. "Tsk tsk tsk... Wipe away your drool, my boss is not someone you can covet?"

  Fang Xiaoling awkwardly withdrew her gaze, subconsciously wiping the corner of her mouth, only to find herself being ridiculed by that little clown again...

  "Alright, stop messing around. Everyone get ready, time is almost up." The boss was in a rare good mood today, "Fang... Xiaoling, these are your clothes, change into them and come find me in the main hall. Xiao Xiao, don't just stand there, escort her."

  "Got it." She smiled and rolled her eyes, "Young lady, please..."

  Fang Xiaoling didn't hesitate to give him a white eye, and after calming down, she looked at the clothes in her hand, suddenly stunned... She said how did she feel that the boss's clothes were so familiar...... That era was at least 700 or 800 years ago, but the clothes were still like new ones that had just been tailored, with patterns and styles identical to those popular back then. The boss was really... impressive...

  After a fragrant and refreshing exercise, Fang Xiaoling was already dressed and ready, with a clear mind and spirit, wearing loose sleeves, calmly admiring the golden light of the Qiankun Bagua.

  "No regrets?"

  "Is it interesting at this time?" Fang Xiaoling took a few steps forward, entered the formation, and placed her hand on the boss's hands that were activating the nuclear bead. Her eyes were filled with determination. "Let's set off."

  If it ends like this, although I won't be overjoyed, it's better than dying with regrets. Xun Qing, I'm here...

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