The King of Hell's Genius Pampered Wife

She needed to boost her duel points as quickly as possible.

The light in the room flickered, and a figure soon appeared.

It was a tall man dressed in simple gray robes, his face concealed behind a black mask.

The moment the man entered the combat space, his gaze landed on Xi Yue. His pupils instantly contracted, a look of disbelief flashing in his eyes.

However, Xi Yue had been distracted since the day before and failed to notice anything unusual about her opponent.

Li Shui Sword spun lightly before materializing in her hand, glowing with red and green light. Xi Yue fixed her gaze on her opponent as she stepped forward before suddenly charging ahead.

To Xi Yue’s surprise, the man’s movements were twice as fast as hers.

Just as Li Shui Sword was about to pierce the man’s chest, his figure blurred and vanished before her eyes.

Immediately after, she felt a surge of danger from her rear left, targeting the acupoints along her back.

Startled, Xi Yue darted out like an arrow, retreating toward a corner.

At the same moment, Li Shui Sword flickered in the air before Xi Yue reversed her grip. Spinning swiftly, she slashed fiercely toward the figure behind her.

However, the expected moment of her sword stopping the man never came.

Before she could react, her wrist was seized, and a powerful force surged through her. Like a crashing wave, an overwhelming pressure swept over her, bearing down on her spirit.

Xi Yue stumbled, her feet faltering as she was forced several steps back until her body finally pressed against the wall.

A cold glint flashed in her eyes as she reached out her hand, and Li Shui Sword silently flew toward her.

Meanwhile, she kicked toward her opponent’s legs.

Just as Xi Yue’s foot was about to strike his knee, Li Shui Sword silently thrust toward the man’s back.

Suddenly, a distant yet strangely familiar voice echoed through the silent, empty room. “Xi Yue, it’s me!”

Li Shui Sword, which had been poised to strike the man’s back, suddenly halted. And Xi Yue’s raised foot froze in midair.

Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at the man before her. A wild, impossible thought slowly surfaced in her mind.

Could this voice be…

The man released her wrist and stepped back, then reached up to remove the mask from his face. It revealed sharp, chiseled features marked by a cold and indifferent expression.

Xi Yue blurted, “How could it be you, Xuan Mu?”

A faint smile appeared in Xuan Mu’s usually cold eyes. “That’s exactly what I wanted to ask as well.”

Xuan Mu’s expression suddenly hardened as if recalling something important. In a serious tone, he said, “Ten years ago, when I returned to Miluo, Jin Zeyu and the others told me you were dead. I didn’t believe it. I searched the Miluo Continent for years. What happened back then, Xi Yue?”

Xuan Mu’s voice remained as cold as ever, but the urgency and concern hidden within his words were impossible to ignore.

He gave Xi Yue a once-over with spiritual power channeled to his eyes. His shock deepened. “The age of your bone hasn’t changed? It’s been ten years… How is that possible? And why are you here in the Siam Continent?”

As Xi Yue listened to the unmasked concern and worry in her former roommate’s voice, she felt a subtle warmth welling up in her eyes.

Xuan Mu was always a man of few words—so much so that calling him sparing with them would be an understatement.

Yet, out of concern for her, he had just asked several questions in a row, unable to hide the urgency in his eyes.

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