Chapter 265: Uncle is Bad and Fierce

e asleep"Wu Guanta replied, "I'm not too sure. I've been downstairs all this time. If you're looking for the young master, try his study first. If he's not in his study, he must be asleep.""Okay! I'm...Since it was cooperating so well, Mu Xing went to the kitchen and took out the fish that hadn't been cooked yet for dinner as a reward.

She squatted before Wu Di, her hands cupped under her chin as she watched it eat fish. Suddenly, an idea struck her, and she looked up at the man and asked, "Uncle, can I take Wu Di back to the estate"

Outside the manor lay a vast forest, providing shelter for countless creatures.

Fu Lingxiao glanced at Wu Di, and Wu Di, sensing the sharp gaze, also abruptly raised his head to stare back. The man and the eagle, inexplicably, found themselves in a standoff.

The head is incredibly high and mighty, quite proud.

Fu Lingxiao curled his lips into a cold arc, shifted his gaze to the little girl, and spoke slowly, "I have no objections, but I think you should ask Gou Dan and Tie Zhu's opinions so they don't feel left out."

"If Uncle Xiao doesn't mind, that's great! Gou Dan and Tie Zhu will be so happy to have a new friend."

Mu Xing smiled sweetly, gently stroking Wu Di's feathers at the nape of his neck, "Wu Di, tomorrow I'll take you to Uncle's house, okay"

Fu Lingxiao :”

Good evening.

Two people were squeezed onto Mu Xing's 1.2-meter-wide bed. The bed was not only narrow, but also only 1.8 meters long, with the end of the bed just against the wall, leaving no space at all.

Fu Lingxiao couldn't even straighten his legs, he could only lie on his side with bent knees.

Mu Xing nestled tightly in his arms. She knew how tiring it was to maintain that curved position and suggested, "Uncle Xiao, why don't you sleep in my master's room My master's bed is bigger."

"No."

He is not used to sleeping in other people's beds, except for small things.

Mu Xing raised her head slightly from the man's embrace. Moonlight streamed in through the gap in the curtains, and in the dim light, she looked at his sharp jawline, "But you'll be uncomfortable sleeping like this."

"Baby, can you do something to make me comfortable."

Fu Lingxiao held Mu Xing in his arms, his big hand gently stroking her back. His voice was low and sexy, with a seductive air.

What's comfortable

Mu Xing frowned and pondered for a moment, then understood!

She wriggled out of the man's arms, like a soft little worm, moving down his body.

Fu Lingxiao lowered his eyes, watching the fluffy little head move down bit by bit, past his waist and abdomen, still going lower. He suddenly thought of something, his breath involuntarily becoming heavier. Just as he was thinking about whether to stop it, the soft and boneless little hand suddenly pressed against his leg, kneading it lightly.

A soft voice came, "Uncle, are you comfortable"

Okay, he overthought it.

Fu Lingxiao masked the awkwardness with a calm expression, “Yes, comfortable.”

Mu Xing giggled, "Little uncle, if you want me to give you a massage in the future, just say so, I'm very happy to."

The little girl was always so innocent. Fu Lingxiao felt a strange pang of guilt in his heart. He was the one who, with the dirtiest brush, painted marks on her pure white canvas.

He had lived in the abyss for so long that his heart had been dyed black. That thread of sin only served to ignite more intense dark thoughts within him.

He reached out and pulled the little girl up, her warm body back in his arms. He leaned against her neck and took a quiet sniff, feeling a craving deep within him, like an addiction.

Mu Xing blinked her eyes in confusion, the ripples of her watery gaze swirling. "Little Uncle, I haven't finished massaging you yet"

The man suddenly rolled over, pinning her beneath him. His handsome face was like a fairy blooming in the night, his eyes filled with ink that threatened to engulf her.

She was blank paper, and he painted her with his filth.

She was the moon, and he plunged her from the starry sky into his black sea.

In short, she belonged to him, so she would become like him.

The man's mind was racing, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. "Darling," he purred, "I'll teach you another way to feel comfortable."

His words held a sinister undertone, and the mist in his eyes suddenly lifted, revealing the depths beneath. Those who sailed upon it were then horrified to discover that it wasn't a placid lake or stream, but a treacherous bog.

The night wind lifted the thin curtains, curling one corner into a seductive arc.

The crescent moon on the treetops, shyly hides in the dark clouds.

……

As night deepened.

Fu Lingxiao held the little girl, feeling a surge of comfort. In the hazy light, he looked at her tired sleeping face and smelled the faint milky fragrance mixed with his own scent. A deeper smile appeared on his lips.

Although he held back in the final step, he still got an unprecedented feeling.

"Baby, good night."

He leaned down and gently kissed the little girl's brow, closing his eyes.

The next day.

Mu Xing woke up in a daze, feeling all over sore and weak.

She just furrowed her brow when a magnetic voice came from outside the door, “Honey, you're awake”

A man with long legs strode into the room. He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, looking handsome and energetic, a stark contrast to her soft and delicate demeanor.

As soon as she saw the man, what happened last night flashed through Mu Xing's mind frantically. Her heart skipped a beat and she quickly pulled up the blanket to wrap herself up.

Uncle... You're so bad! So mean and fierce!

Fu Lingxiao's lips curled slightly, he walked over and pulled the blanket, "Baby, don't get angry."

Mu Xing shrank under the covers, clutching them tightly, refusing to let him pull them open.

Fu Lingxiao looked at the shy little ball, let out a low chuckle, and rubbed her through the quilt, "Baby, it's noon already."

Mu Xing, hearing this, suddenly threw off her covers, "It's so late"

They had agreed to return home in the morning.

Fu Lingxiao tidied her messy hair, "Well, get up for breakfast. After we finish eating, we'll go home."

Mu Xing clutched the blanket and looked at the man with a negotiating gaze, "I want to change clothes, Uncle Xiao, can you go out for a bit"

"Where have I not seen you"

Fu Lingxiao lightly smiled and said, still left as instructed.

Mu Xing quickly changed her clothes and got up to wash.

After the two finished their meal, Mu Xing tidied up the things at home, locked the door, blew her whistle, and summoned Wudi. Taking him with her, she went down the mountain together.

At the halfway point, the invincible Wudi soaring through the air suddenly let out a cry.

Mu Xing heard Wu Di reminding her that there was danger.

She immediately grabbed the man beside her, her footsteps unwavering. On the surface, she seemed nonchalant, but secretly, she was paying close attention to every rustle and movement around them.

Fu Lingxiao acutely sensed Mu Xing's change, and he clasped her hand in return. The two met eyes tacitly, then naturally walked downhill together.

The rustling of grass brushed by something light filled the air around them.

Mu Xing's peaceful gaze instantly turned cold and menacing. He quietly pulled out his silver needles, tucking them between his fingers. Fu Lingxiao also reached for his waist.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

At the exact moment Fu Lingxiao drew his gun, a deafening gunshot rang out. He immediately grabbed the little girl's waist and spun around to dodge the bullet.

The next second, a dozen or so highly trained assassins jumped out of the grass with guns, surrounding the two. see you!"Fu Lingxiao walked over and sat down on the sofa, calmly holding the little girl onto his lap and looking at his phone: "Grandma."Mrs. Fu was pleased to see him and gave a satisfied hum, con...