Chapter 36: Don't mess with the boss no matter who you are

  Xu Qing couldn't see her expression clearly, but he could feel the tears dripping down her face, scorching hot enough to burn people's hearts. He raised his hand and gently wiped some away, but soon her well-developed tear glands filled them back up again, and she cried even more uncontrollably.

  "I'm still here, what's there to cry about? Ah, okay..." He gently pressed Fang Xiaoling's head against the left side of his chest, and she gradually calmed down as she listened to the strong heartbeat.

  Fang Xiaoling was on the verge of going crazy when she woke up to the fragrance. Logically, supernatural creatures shouldn't have any reaction to human alcohol, at most they might find it a bit pungent, and wouldn't experience physiological phenomena like fainting. So, yesterday's wine must have had something added to it, and this additive was specifically targeted at supernatural creatures. In that case, the origin of this additive and the purpose of this play are well worth questioning.

  All the Taoist priests, demon hunters and sorcerers in the city, she had basically met them all during those ten or so years by Xun Qing's side, except for Chen Ah Si from Dong Street Alley who was born with ghostly eyes (PS: also known as yin-yang eyes), the rest were either swindlers or bandits taking advantage of the situation, utterly uninteresting.

  The efficacy of this medicine is comparable to that of human liquor, and it only works on demonic creatures. Of course, it's not ruled out that Zhang Zhaoyan didn't drink the 'medicine' wine, so the most likely possibility is the 'wine mother'. This thing is extremely difficult for humans to obtain, produced in the Yindu Mountains, by the back-yin spore group's daughter plants on the night of the full moon.

  Judging from Zhang Zuoyan's behavior at the time, he must have been planning this for a long time. And this thing... Thinking of this, her whole body was already like being put in an ice cellar, and she only felt cold to the bone.

  She had actually forgotten that the boss was never on her side. As long as there were suitable chips, the transaction object and target were never categories that the boss cared about.

  Zhang Zuoyan went to great lengths to take her away from the Xun manor, and his intentions were obvious. If someone wanted to harm Xun Qing, she would be the biggest obstacle.

  All that brotherly love is just nonsense!!

  Fang Xiaoling didn't have time to think much and rushed out, she was afraid, afraid that Xun Qing would die in a corner where she couldn't see him, and even more afraid that he would be silent forever, calling out "Jun Jun" with no response.

  The heavens sympathize, she can still feel his warmth and hear the familiar heartbeat... As soon as she calmed down, thinking of that damned Zhang Zuoyan made her involuntarily emit a murderous aura.

  Zhang Zuoyan, you'd better not let me see you again!!

  Noticing the sudden change in the person's breath in his arms, Xun Qing asked, "What's wrong, are you uncomfortable?"

  "Zhang... uh, nothing." Fang Xiaoling was still angry, but she didn't tell him about Zhang Zuoyan's matter. "It's late at night, go to bed early."

  "En." Xun Qing let out a soft breath, his pale face filled with fatigue.

  The room was small, and seeing that he was still having trouble moving, she personally took the initiative to stuff him entirely into the quilt, leaving only a pair of eyeballs exposed. Xun Qing rubbed against it, feeling a bit awkward, so he simply buried his entire body inside.

  Fang Xiaoling couldn't help but laugh, patted the neatly arranged bedding. "We'll leave after you fall asleep, be good."

  "Hmm." Xun Qing uttered a syllable in a daze and then fell silent again.

  She sat quietly on one side, watching him silently. It had been a long time since she felt so at ease, and she slowly lowered her eyelids. She wanted to fall asleep with him like this, but reason told her she couldn't. She still had things to do, and if she didn't ask what she needed to ask, she was afraid she would really have a sleepless night.

  *sigh*...

  A long sigh floated in the empty room, slowly dispersing with the cold wind blowing through the window. Whether that sound had entered that person's dream was no longer relevant.

  After Xiao Ling floated out, he carefully closed the window and added a horizontal bar to prevent cold wind from entering and making his already weak body catch another cold.

  It's time to find the boss and ask clearly now.

  At this moment, Ah Zi was carrying a large box alone and walking back to the courtyard. Due to Ah Zi's body being much smaller than the box, it indirectly led to Fang Xiaoling, who was floating over, overlooking his existence, thus avoiding a tragic event of slaughtering a child (ps: quoted from Ah Zi's oral account in later periods when he was still frightened).

  The house was small, and Ling had been isolated for so long that she claimed to have calmed down, but in reality, her anger had only intensified. Her helplessness and confusion led her into a chaotic cycle of logic.

  Zhang Zuoyan is a variable, and Qingyu Ling is another variable within the variable. Now that Qingyu Ling is in her hands, I suppose it won't stir up any waves, but Zhang Zuoyan...

  It wasn't that she hadn't thought of simply getting rid of him, but Xun Qing was afraid it would cause her a lot of pain for a long time, so this idea flashed through her mind and was immediately brushed away.

  Since meeting Zhang Zuoyan, all the routes that were supposed to run on track have deviated. Rather than saying this is a good omen, it's better to say that the possibility of heading towards the worst outcome has been magnified to the extreme.

  Because it is uncontrollable, all defensive measures are useless.

  "Brush——slam——"

  A strong gust of wind blew by, and the door creaked open. The candlelight flickered twice before weakening, leaving only a wisp of smoke. A pair of pale hands hovered in mid-air for a moment before calmly striking a match to relight the oil lamp on the table.

  "Ouch!! I'm dying, can't you let people sleep at this late hour?! Before anyone in the room could respond, that poor wooden door suddenly shrieked loudly, unaware that the person inside was looking at it with sympathy."

  "What are you? Do you think this is some kind of place where any half-baked demon can just waltz in?!"" Little Spirit Fang was already fuming, and wasn't about to say anything nice.

  "Little master, I am..." The wooden door spoke halfway and almost bit its own tongue. It only now clearly saw the person in front of it - wasn't that the lady it had been trying to avoid by all means? Now its mind was filled with the echo of "I'm doomed", buzzing non-stop, and even the door creaked incessantly.

  Fang Xiaoling kicked the door frame with one foot, her elegant face clouded over at this moment. She said impatiently, "Are you going to say it or not?"

  The wooden door creaked even more violently, and it seemed that he was about to be scared away to have tea with King Yan. The person inside the room spoke slowly and calmly, "Speaking of which, it is your clansman. Are you... really okay with this?"

  "I don't have the ability to transform into any shape and stick to doors like some sort of kin." Fang Xiaoling hung her head, her icy eyes devoid of emotion, but her feet seemed to gain a bit more strength. The wooden door could even hear the creaking sounds coming from within it, and suddenly felt that its current state wasn't particularly surprising either.

  The boss still had that warm and gentle look on his face, slowly saying: "Speaking of which, this guy is also a house spirit. Haven't you ever seen it?"

  Fang Xiaolong furrowed his brow, as if recalling something, yet also seeming displeased: "No way, I've never seen such an unrefined role. I have set up barriers both inside and outside the Xun family, and this guy's spiritual power can't even trigger the lowest threshold of the barrier. How could I possibly notice him?!!"

  "The birth conditions of a house spirit are extremely harsh, so it probably won't make a fuss about this matter. The Su family's old mansion is only over a hundred years old and definitely can't produce two house spirits. Then, who exactly are you?"

  "Hah! I'm not, is it?!" Fang Xiaoling sneered, "Doing business isn't about interrogating your own customers, is it?! Don't I know myself whether or not I am Fang Ling?!"

  The boss didn't get angry, but that calm tone sounded to Fang Xiangling's ears more like adding fuel to the fire. "It really is. The Fang family has a very recognizable feature, want to know what it is?"

  Fang Xiao Ling stared straight at him, her eyes blazing with a hunger that seemed almost feral.

  "It seems you don't want to know, I was worried for nothing." The boss continued to provoke, "Ah Zi, see the guest out." After calling out half a sentence, there was no response. The boss then remembered that Ah Zi had gone to fetch goods and hadn't returned yet, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

  Fang Xiaoling also noticed this and laughed without hesitation. Being interrupted like this, her overly excited brain finally calmed down a bit. She relaxed her foot, sparing the innocent Fang Ling who was lying under her feet, but that didn't mean he wouldn't suffer again later.

  At the same time as the wooden door creaked open, Fang Xiaoling quickly stepped on it and slipped in. The force of that instant's trampling made its glass heart shatter all over the ground.

  "It can be said now, at this late hour, you shouldn't have any mood to waste with me either." Fang Xiaoling floated on the octagonal table, staring eye to eye with the man sitting on the bed.

  The boss rubbed against the corner and shrank into the bed, seemingly afraid of the cold, pulling the quilt up. Of course, Fang Xiaoling would never think that this was the boss's sign of weakness, it must be some kind of trick to tease her again.

  Even if Fang Xiaoling was extremely vigilant and kept a distance from her boss, her boss's hearing was exceptionally good, and the small actions she made were all calculated, while the trigger point...

  "Fang Xiaoling!!! What are you going to do to my boss's family???!!" Zi exclaimed, slamming the large trunk to the ground and jumping out to interrogate her.

  What can I do?! What can I do to him?! The little house spirit was speechless, asking the heavens, without even the energy to roll her eyes, let alone defend herself.

  A Zi still wouldn't give up, her big eyes rolling around, scanning from the person in the inner room to Fang Xiao Ling on the Eight Immortals table. She sized up this midnight guest from head to toe, not even missing the subtle expressions on Fang Xiao Ling's face, making Fang Xiao Ling's heart tremble with fear. Although she hadn't done anything, A Zi's gaze made it seem like she had committed some heinous crime, and her guilty conscience surged up rapidly. Finally, she said helplessly: "Alright, I was wrong, isn't that enough?"

  "Hmph!!" The dead kid snorted disdainfully and turned his head away.

  A Zi's good mood today was unfortunately worn off by Xiao Xiao's complaints, which lasted for two hours. After that, he was sent out by the boss to receive something from Zhang Zhaoyan. His pent-up resentment collided with Fang Xiaoling who broke in at midnight, and he couldn't help but vent his frustrations.

  "Has everyone calmed down?" The boss's lazy voice sounded again, "Fang Xiaoling, we should sit down and have a good talk."