Yang Fei stared blankly at the marked date, his heart a mix of emotions.

The Dragon King Hall ruled over the underground world of the Southern Thirteen Provinces.

The Dragon Envoys of the Upper, Middle, and Lower Shrines were incredibly powerful.

Even the weakest Dragon Envoy from the Lower Shrine had reached Core Formation Yellow Grade.

And the Two Immortals of the Forbidden City had reached the peak of Heaven Grade Core Formation.

Behind them was the unfathomable Lord Dragon King, who instilled fear in everyone.

Such a vast and powerful force.

Not to mention opposing them, even just looking up at them caused ordinary martial artists to tremble with fear.

However, Yang Fei had offended the Dragon King Hall.

Three Dragon Envoys had died directly or indirectly at the hands of Yang Fei and Xue Mingtai.

And the Two Immortals of the Forbidden City had returned in defeat.

To be honest, even now, Yang Fei didn't know how he had managed to survive.

But, whether a person or a bird, death was never the end.

Facing strong enemies, what if you couldn't win?

Even if you died, you had to spit out a bloodied spit at them.

This was the spirit of the Evil Dragon.

Everyone in the Evil Dragon Special Combat Team had the same attitude.

But, if given the chance to live, who the hell would want to die?

Yang Fei thought to himself with a wail, then went downstairs.

As soon as he reached the second floor, he bumped into Lin Xueyi.

Lin Xueyi was wearing a floral yellow nightdress, looking extremely lazy.

Yang Fei's mouth immediately formed an O shape.

He quickly covered his nose, fearing a nosebleed.

Lin Xueyi saw Yang Fei and immediately felt flustered.

She spat angrily.

"You brat, why are you up so early?"

Yang Fei chuckled, bowing at a perfect ninety degrees.

"Good morning, Sister Xueyi. Sister Xueyi, you are forever youthful and beautiful."

"Bah, with a rascal like you, what happiness can I enjoy?"

Lin Xueyi noticed.

Although he bowed, his doggy eyes were fixed on her smooth, white legs.

She spat again angrily, but her tone was incredibly soft and coy.

Since that night, Lin Xueyi had completely seen herself as Yang Fei's woman.

Despite his unchanged demeanor, treating her as the lady boss.

Lin Xueyi's heart was filled with warmth.

Yang Fei raised his head, feeling a tickle in his heart.

"Sister Xueyi, I actually have an important question to discuss with you. What does 'personal eight' mean?"

Lin Xueyi was momentarily dumbfounded.

"What 'personal eight', what nonsense are you talking about?"

Yang Fei chuckled, looking at Lin Xueyi meaningfully.

"Those three words vividly describe the process of a girl becoming a woman, concise and vivid."

"These three words once again illustrate the profoundness of the Chinese language…"

Lin Xueyi suddenly realized and her pretty face turned bright red.

"Bastard, you're getting worse. I'll kill you."

She looked around and grabbed a plastic broom.

Yang Fei laughed heartily, picking her up in one swoop.

He took a few quick steps and rushed into Lin Xueyi's room.

Su Yinxue was busy with Yalan International's affairs and had already left.

Zhang Lifang was still asleep.

Lin Xueyi could only let this brat Yang Fei have his way.

It was truly a beautiful morning.

Lin Xueyi sighed. "Yang Fei, do you know what day it is today?"

Yang Fei sighed lazily.

"Today marks three months, right? According to our agreement, we have to distribute bonuses to the martyrs' families."

Lin Xueyi looked at Yang Fei in surprise.

"You remembered this? I thought you had forgotten."

Yang Fei got up and dressed.

He patted his chest proudly.

"I've kept this in mind like my life. How could I forget?"

Lin Xueyi got up and put on a robe.

She took out a delicate notebook from the drawer of her makeup box.

Lin Xueyi gave Yang Fei a sidelong glance. "You remembered this, but you're still lazy."

She opened the notebook.

The notebook was packed with addresses, contact numbers, and bank account numbers for the families of Evil Dragon martyrs.

Seeing this, Yang Fei couldn't help but sigh, his eyes moistening.

For many families, no amount of money was enough.

However, what Yang Fei could do was help these martyrs' families live with more dignity and ease.

The heavy sense of responsibility gave Yang Fei a sense of purpose and meaning in life.

He snatched Lin Xueyi's notebook, speaking earnestly.

"I may be lazy about everything else, but this I must do myself."

He pondered for a moment and discussed with Lin Xueyi.

"This quarter, let's send out next quarter's money too, okay?"

"Why?"

Lin Xueyi was somewhat surprised.

In these few months, Yang Fei had made a lot of money.

But Lanting Hotel's operations had just started and it hadn't made much profit.

Most of Yang Fei's funds were invested in Yalan International.

Though they weren't short of a few million, there was no need to touch the hotel's operating funds.

Yang Fei sighed.

The trip to the Dragon King Hall was incredibly dangerous.

Even Yang Fei wasn't sure if he could return unscathed.

At such a critical moment, sending the money in advance would give Yang Fei peace of mind.

Of course, Yang Fei wouldn't share his concerns with Lin Xueyi.

He smiled slightly.

"Most of our comrades' families are very poor."

"Three months ago, we sent money to relieve their urgent needs."

"I guess by now, they must have made bigger plans."

"Someone might be building a house, someone might be seriously ill and need surgery at a big hospital."

"If we tighten our belts a bit, they can live a little easier."

Lin Xueyi looked at Yang Fei in astonishment.

Was this still the miser who held onto every penny, trying to profit even from a breeze?

After a while, Lin Xueyi's expression softened.

She sighed.

"You always say I'm Guanyin Bodhisattva, saving the suffering."

"Now I realize, you're the Great Compassionate Buddha."

"Alright, as long as it makes you happy, I'll let you do as you wish."

Yang Fei smiled, kissing Lin Xueyi.

"I'm just a little ghost who escaped from Incessant Hell; you're the real Bodhisattva."

"Bah, you're a lustful ghost, never having seen a woman in eight lifetimes."

Lin Xueyi spat at Yang Fei, but her eyes were filled with incredible tenderness and happiness.

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