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Chapter 20 - Chapter 20: Xiao Wu Is Mine

"What do you want?" Tang San's expression shifted slightly, and he strained to free himself from under Zhao Ming's foot.

However, having just fought two rounds, his body was already exhausted.

"Don't even think about using hidden weapons; I'm watching you!" Zhao Ming warned coldly, catching sight of the hidden weapons concealed in Tang San's sleeve.

From the very beginning, Zhao Ming had been wary of Tang San's hidden weapons. These tricky items could be deadly. If Tang San used them when he wasn't paying attention, he could easily be injured.

Feeling the pressure from Zhao Ming's words, Tang San broke out in a cold sweat. The hand that had reached for the sleeve dart slowly lowered.

Zhao Ming said nothing further, kicking away the hidden arrows concealed in Tang San's sleeve.

"So this is what they call a protagonist, the so-called Child of Destiny? Not impressive at all," Zhao Ming remarked, looking down at Tang San, who could barely move beneath his foot.

"What do you mean by that?" Tang San furrowed his brow, confused by Zhao Ming's words.

"That's not important. However, there are some things I want to share with you," Zhao Ming said with a playful tone.

As he spoke, he crouched down, his eyes fixed intently on Tang San.

Suddenly, a white light flickered in Zhao Ming's hand, sending ripples of strange energy through the air.

"Close your eyes and enjoy it," Zhao Ming instructed, placing his right palm on Tang San's forehead.

In an instant, Tang San's body trembled.

Flashes of brief images began to appear in his mind.

"Hello, I'm Xiao Wu. The 'dance' in dancing."

"My martial soul is a rabbit, a cute little white rabbit. What about you?"

...

"Brother, can you help me comb my hair? It's a bit messy."

"This comb is made of great wood!"

"It was a gift from my mother, made by her hands. It's carved from high-quality sandalwood, and although it's unadorned, it's the last thing my mother left for me."

"Xiao Wu, you're so beautiful."

"Brother, help me with my hair."

In Tang San's mind, Xiao Wu was lifting her scorpion braid, undoing the pink ribbon tied at the bottom. Her gaze remained fixed on Tang San as her left hand held her hair, and her right hand began to comb gently from the roots, letting her black hair cascade down like a waterfall.

Bathed in the light of the stars and moon, Tang San couldn't help but be mesmerized by Xiao Wu's beauty. In that moment, the stars seemed to pale in comparison to her presence, making her the center of the scene.

Xiao Wu glanced deeply at Tang San, turning gracefully as her braid unfurled. When the final knot was gently released, her head tilted slightly, and the flowing black hair cascaded down, completely enveloping her figure.

Her long, silky hair, resembling black satin, extended to the ground, brushing against the wooden floor. At that moment, Xiao Wu seemed to merge with the night, her figure obscured by the enchanting black.

Perhaps due to the long time spent tying up her hair, the long hair cascaded down in gentle waves, swaying lightly as Xiao Wu moved.

Beautiful! So beautiful!

Tang San felt the vivid memories Zhao Ming transmitted. Within them were warm moments shared between him and Xiao Wu.

So warm, so wonderful!

A strange emotion took root in Tang San's heart as he experienced these fragmented memories.

"Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu," he murmured softly, tears welling in his eyes.

Seeing Tang San's emotional upheaval, Zhao Ming frowned, feeling a twinge of regret.

What if revealing these memories to Tang San drove him mad? What if he sought revenge on him out of desperation?

"System, this won't cause any issues, will it?"

"Don't worry, host. I'm only sharing some of the beautiful experiences that were meant for Tang San and Xiao Wu. He won't know anything else," the system explained.

I understand the logic! But what if Tang San goes crazy? What if he tries to attack me with a knife? However, this idea was his own, so whatever happens in the future, he'll have to deal with it himself.

"Host, you should realize that in this world, you are the main character. Tang San's hidden weapons are formidable, but you are even stronger. As time goes on, the gap between you and Tang San will only widen, and his hidden weapons will become useless."

Right! I'm the main character! Why should I be afraid?

Zhao Ming's eyes brightened as a realization hit him.

Despite having gained immense talent and strength, he had still viewed Tang San and others as life-and-death enemies. While he appeared to disregard them, he secretly maintained a sense of awe for these protagonists from the original story.

Without a strong heart, how could one dominate the world? How could one possess those rare treasures?

In this world, beauty, power, and wealthโ€” I want them all! Tang San is merely a stepping stone on my path.

With this thought in mind, Zhao Ming's resolve strengthened.

As he contemplated, he kicked Tang San aside.

At that moment, Tang San snapped out of his reverie, looking at Zhao Ming in shock. "Zhao Ming, who are you? Why? Why? Give me back my Xiao Wu!"

"Who am I? What do you think I am?" Zhao Ming smiled faintly. "Xiao Wu is now my girlfriend. What do you mean by 'give her back'?"

"Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu," Tang San murmured. "Xiao Wu is mine. I don't know who you are or what methods you've used on her, but I will definitely take her back!"

"Hehe, I welcome that. I'm actually looking forward to it. However, when I'm being intimate with Xiao Wu, please don't interrupt us. Otherwise, I won't be very forgiving," Zhao Ming replied coolly.

"You!" Tang San coughed up a mouthful of blood, clearly enraged.

"Alright, I won't chat with you anymore. I'm off to get some sleep. Xiao Wu must be waiting for me." With that, Zhao Ming strode away confidently.

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๐™„ ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ ๐™š ๐™– ๐™ข๐™ค๐™ข๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™š๐™ญ๐™ฅ๐™ง๐™š๐™จ๐™จ ๐™ข๐™ฎ ๐™œ๐™ง๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ช๐™™๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ค๐™จ๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™๐™ค ๐™จ๐™ช๐™ฅ๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ฉ ๐™ข๐™š ๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™จ ๐™Ÿ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ฎ. ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™ž๐™—๐™ช๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™จ ๐™ข๐™–๐™ ๐™š ๐™– ๐™ง๐™š๐™–๐™ก ๐™™๐™ž๐™›๐™›๐™š๐™ง๐™š๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™š!

๐—ฆ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐—ฎ๐—น ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ธ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ผ:

โ€ข ๐˜ฝ๐™ค๐™œ๐™™๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™‹๐™ค๐™ฅ๐™š๐™จ๐™˜๐™ช

โ€ข ๐™…๐™˜๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿฎ

โ€ข ๐˜ผ๐™๐™ข๐™–๐™ง๐™ž๐™Ÿ๐™–๐™

๐—”๐˜€ ๐—ฎ ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ป, ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—น๐—ผ๐—ฐ๐—ธ:

โ€ข ๐—˜๐˜…๐—ฐ๐—น๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—”๐—ฐ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€: ๐™‚๐™š๐™ฉ ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฑ+ ๐™–๐™™๐™ซ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™š๐™™ ๐™˜๐™๐™–๐™ฅ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง๐™จ ๐™–๐™๐™š๐™–๐™™ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™š๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™š ๐™š๐™ก๐™จ๐™š.

โ€ข ๐—˜๐˜…๐—ฐ๐—น๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฆ๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜-๐—ข๐˜‚๐˜: ๐™๐™š๐™˜๐™š๐™ž๐™ซ๐™š ๐™– ๐™จ๐™ฅ๐™š๐™˜๐™ž๐™–๐™ก ๐™จ๐™๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™š๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง๐™ฎ ๐™˜๐™๐™–๐™ฅ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง ๐™–๐™จ ๐™– ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฃ๐™  ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™›๐™ค๐™ง ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™จ๐™ช๐™ฅ๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ฉ!

๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ฝ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—น๐˜† ๐—ณ๐˜‚๐—ฒ๐—น๐˜€ ๐—บ๐˜† ๐—ฐ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐˜๐˜† ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐˜€๐—ผ ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ฝ๐˜€ ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐—ด๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—บ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ถ๐˜๐˜†. ๐—œ๐—ณ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚'๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ฎ ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐˜†๐—ฒ๐˜, ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ท๐—ผ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐˜‚๐˜€!

๐Ÿ‘‰ ๐™…๐™ค๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฌ: ๐™‹๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™š๐™ค๐™ฃ.๐™˜๐™ค๐™ข/๐™‚๐™ค๐™™๐™Š๐™›๐™๐™š๐™–๐™™๐™š๐™ง