The Destiny Villainess Wants Me To Work!

Chapter 265: Love Everything!

The maid hurriedly covered her nose.

Unfortunately for Wu Lao, he happened to be standing extremely close.

Close enough to suffer the full impact.

His face instantly turned green.

For a moment, though embarrassed, Ye Chen secretly rejoiced.

Serves you right.

Let’s see you continue acting affectionate now.

However, her celebration lasted less than three seconds.

Because Wu Lao suddenly straightened his back.

A determined expression appeared on his face.

The maid immediately sensed danger.

"Younger Master..."

Wu Lao raised a trembling hand.

"Don’t speak."

The maid stared at him.

Then, under her horrified gaze, Wu Lao took another deep breath.

The maid’s eyes widened.

"What are you doing?!"

Wu Lao’s face alternated between green and red.

Clearly, he wasn’t enjoying himself.

Yet he still gritted his teeth and endured.

"Since I said I love Miss Ling..."

His voice was firm.

"...then I must love everything about her."

The maid was stunned.

Under the blanket, Ye Chen was stunned.

The room fell silent again.

Then Ye Chen’s face suddenly became even paler.

After hearing Wu Lao’s declaration, the pressure in her stomach somehow became worse.

Before she could react—

Pfft!

This one was even more powerful than before.

The maid directly retreated several steps.

Wu Lao’s face resembled pig liver.

Yet he remained standing. Like a brave warrior facing a life-and-death trial, he gritted his teeth and endured.

Then he took another breath.

The maid looked at him with admiration mixed with horror.

She had never fallen in love before.

Therefore, she had no idea whether this was what love looked—*smelled* like.

However, one thing was certain.

She absolutely did not possess this level of courage. No wonder she was still single.

To love a person means to love everything about them.

Still, this Miss Ling. She looks so beautiful like a fairy, who would have known this fairy also farts smelly.

***

Time had already passed midnight.

After the events of the day, most of White Moon Sect had fallen into silence.

The disciples rested in their residences. The elders had returned to their courtyards after dealing with the aftermath of the invasion. Only the night guards and a few cultivators responsible for patrol remained awake.

Inside Elder Song’s courtyard, everything appeared peaceful.

Su Mo had already gone to sleep. Yang Qingxi was also resting in the room next to his.

Both of them had agreed to act against Ye Chen the next day and had no intention of making any moves tonight.

However, sometimes trouble arrived without warning.

A soft flute melody suddenly drifted through the night.

The sound was gentle and pleasant. If an ordinary person heard it, they might even think it was beautiful.

Yet hidden beneath the melody was a strange power spreading everywhere.

Outside the courtyard, the night guards were the first to react.

Their expressions became dazed.

The weapons in their hands slipped.

Then one after another, they collapsed onto the ground and fell asleep.

The same scene happened throughout the surrounding area.

Disciples who were awake suddenly felt their eyelids grow heavy.

Servants carrying out their duties unknowingly leaned against walls and drifted into sleep.

Within moments, an unnatural silence spread through the area.

A black figure appeared among the shadows. The person was covered from head to toe.

A black robe concealed their body.

A cat mask hid their face.

Even their gender was impossible to determine.

The flute disappeared into their sleeve.

Then they moved.

Their footsteps were soundless.

Their movements were swift.

Yet the strangest thing was that none of the defensive formations reacted to their intrusion.

It was as though the sect’s barrier had failed to recognise it as an intruder.

The figure easily entered Elder Song’s courtyard.

At the same time, Su Mo suddenly opened his eyes. His crimson pupils glowed faintly in the darkness.

For a brief moment, confusion appeared on his face.

Then he sat upright.

"What happened?"

His voice was barely audible. The room was quiet.

Nothing appeared unusual.

Yet Su Mo’s expression gradually changed.

The passive ability of Devil’s Eyes had activated.

Repel.

That ability only reacted when something attempted to affect his mind or spirit.

Had someone attacked him?

No.

Something had attacked everyone!

A chill ran down Su Mo’s spine.

Without wasting a second, he climbed out of bed.

His first thought wasn’t about enemies. Nor was it about danger.

It was Yang Qingxi.

Their rooms were right beside each other.

If something had affected him while sleeping, then there was a high chance Miss Yang had been affected as well.

Su Mo immediately left his room.

The corridor outside was dark and silent.

Even the insects outside controlled by him seemed to have disappeared.

The strange atmosphere made his heart sink further.

When he arrived at Yang Qingxi’s door, he instinctively reached out to knock. Then he froze.

An unfamiliar presence.

His spiritual sense suddenly detected something inside.

The feeling was very strange.

It wasn’t like a normal human. Yet it wasn’t like the Pishacha, either.

The aura felt twisted together as though two incompatible things had been forcibly merged.

The unfamiliar sensation immediately made Su Mo’s scalp tingle.

Without hesitation, he pushed the door open.

Bang!

The door swung inward.

The scene inside instantly entered his sight.

Su Mo’s pupils contracted, and his entire body became rigid.

Yang Qingxi was unconscious, and a black-clothed figure stood beside the bed holding her with one arm.

A blade formed from dark energy rested against her neck.

The sharp edge lightly touched her skin.

Even a slight movement could cut through her unguarded throat.

"Stop." A hoarse voice echoed through the room. The figure’s tone was cold. Filled with malice.

Su Mo’s heartbeat accelerated.

For a brief moment, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

Attack? Impossible.

The blade was already touching her neck. Any mistake would kill her.

Retreat? Also impossible.

He couldn’t abandon her.

The room fell into silence.

The black-clothed figure stared at him through the cat mask.

"If you take one more step, I will slit her throat."