"Brother Mo, do you have any protective gear or soft armor? Can you give me some?"
Nangong Chou, with vacant eyes, sought items from Ji Mo.
Ji Mo was not stingy with his "stinky little brother" and rummaged through the spoils, pulling out a large pile of various types of armor, letting Nangong Chou choose.
Nangong Chou put on several pieces of soft armor, the kind with barbs.
Then, to Ji Mo's surprised gaze, he took out several more chest guards and stuffed them into his buttocks.
He even hid two pieces in his crotch.
After doing this, the panic on his face subsided considerably, and a hint of security appeared in his eyes.
"What are you trying to do?"
Ji Mo was completely bewildered.
Nangong Chou's eyes instantly turned red, tears welling up. He complained aggrievedly, "Brother Mo, you have no idea. Ao Cheng is a beast. This guy is too dishonest. He takes every opportunity to touch and grope me. I have to protect my purity. What if he drags me into the woods and forces himself on me?"
One could only imagine what he had experienced during his day with Ao Cheng. He was now pouting, with a look of utter despair.
It seemed his day's encounters were too much to bear, and it would likely take a long time to heal.
"Truly, you can know a person's face but not their heart. Ao Cheng seemed quite honest on the surface, but I never expected him to be this kind of person. He's truly not a good man."
Ji Mo felt quite embarrassed. He had thought Nangong Chou, being a man, wouldn't suffer any losses, but it turned out like this.
He comforted Nangong Chou and assured him that Ao Cheng had been thoroughly "drained" and that he no longer needed to sacrifice his virtue, feign compliance, or deliberately please him.
Only then did Nangong Chou's mood brighten. He then couldn't help but ask, "Brother Mo, didn't you say wearing pink attracts romance? Why hasn't my romance arrived yet?"
With his heart so deeply wounded, Nangong Chou felt he absolutely needed to encounter some fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged beauties to soothe his injured soul.
Of course, a romantic encounter would be even better.
Ji Mo carefully examined Nangong Chou's face, revealing envy, and exclaimed, "My goodness, this is incredible! I see your eyes are like flowing water, your cheeks are flushed, and your romantic aura is exceptionally strong and coming on fiercely. Love could descend at any moment!"
"Really? Brother Mo, I trust you the most. I consider you my own brother. You can't lie to me, can you?"
Nangong Chou was skeptical.
Ji Mo patted his chest and guaranteed that the birds of love would soon arrive, and there might even be a love triangle, so he should be mentally prepared and not overwhelmed.
"Could it be that two beauties will fight over me? Does that mean if I handle it properly, I can have both on my arms?"
Nangong Chou's eyes lit up, filled with infinite yearning.
The dejected look on his face vanished, and he eagerly awaited the arrival of his good fortune in love.
Nangong Manyin, having greatly helped Ji Mo, also received what she had longed for.
She flipped through the sword manual, greedily absorbing the profound sword intent hidden within the lines, so excited she could have spun in circles.
For merely having Nangong Chou sacrifice his virtue, she obtained this priceless treasure. She felt it was a great bargain, and her impression of Ji Mo improved.
At the same time, she scoffed at Ji Mo's ignorance, thinking it was truly wasteful to so easily give away such a treasure.
She was very curious if Ji Mo would find a place to cry and regret it deeply if he ever knew the true value of this sword manual.
"Huh, wait, the ink isn't dry. How come these characters seem to have been written not long ago?"
Nangong Manyin noticed something amiss. As she flipped through the book, her hands got stained with some ink.
If this sword manual was truly a handwritten item by the Great Immortal Kongxu, dating back over ten thousand years, how could it still be new?
She used her Golden Eyes to examine it closely for a long time, her face filled with shock.
"How is this possible? This seems to be a new book!"
Nangong Manyin's mind went blank.
She hurried to find Bonny to clarify the situation.
"It's a new book, of course, it was just written,"
Bonny didn't hide anything and said, "Sister Nangong, you can rest assured. Although the book is new, the sword manual is indeed genuine. However, if you want to know the content, I can't help you. Only that silly goose Mo understands these characters."
"This sword manual was really written by that scumbag?"
A storm of shock surged in Nangong Manyin's heart, and she began to be filled with curiosity about Ji Mo's identity.
"Yes, he is the founding ancestor of the Void Sword Sect. It's normal for him to know Void Sword Art,"
Bonny said dismissively, not understanding why Nangong Manyin was so shocked.
She only knew that Ji Mo had written the Void Sword Art and was unaware that this sword manual also contained astonishing sword intent and countless sword dao principles, its true value being immeasurable.
"Could it be that he is Kong..."
Nangong Manyin quickly covered her mouth, thinking she had guessed Ji Mo's true identity.
If he were truly that legendary figure, then everything would make sense.
"Don't think wildly, he isn't,"
Bonny clearly saw that Nangong Manyin had misunderstood and quickly corrected her.
But in Nangong Manyin's eyes, this was like trying to hide something and revealing it all the more.
"Yes, yes, I was thinking wildly."
Nangong Manyin smiled and nodded, but inwardly she became even more convinced of her guess.
This damned scumbag was truly hiding himself deeply. He was actually the legendary Great Immortal Kongxu, and he had deceived me so badly.
Her heart was filled with excitement and thrill. A legend was by her side, and she had always called him a scumbag and a gigolo. It was truly disrespectful and embarrassing.
It seemed she needed to find an opportunity to apologize and improve their relationship.
Perhaps she should dance for him again in a swimsuit?
Nangong Manyin scratched her ears and cheeks, thinking about how to get closer to Ji Mo.
"A woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea! She was so passionate and intimate with me yesterday, but why is she so cold today, not even letting me touch her?"
Ao Cheng, with a heavy heart, approached Ji Mo to lament the difficulties in his pursuit of love.
He couldn't understand why Nangong Chou's attitude had changed so drastically, suddenly ignoring him. Wasn't this just playing hard to get?
Ji Mo, having received so many benefits from Ao Cheng, felt awkward about tricking him further and reminded him, "As the saying goes, there are plenty of fish in the sea. Why be fixated on one? You two are not suited for each other. A forced melon is not sweet. You should find someone else."
"You philandering and promiscuous man, do you think I'm like you, falling for everyone I see and toying with feelings everywhere? When it comes to love, I, Ao Cheng, am serious, devoted until death."
Ao Cheng looked down at Ji Mo with disdain, stating that he and Ji Mo were not cut from the same cloth.
Ji Mo, with a roll of his eyes, asked, "If he isn't what you imagined, would you still love him?"
Ao Cheng's gaze was incredibly firm: "Of course. I, Ao Cheng, am not a superficial person. No matter what my darling is like, my true feelings will remain unchanged, forever unwavering."
"Um, if his… turns out to be bigger than yours…"
Ji Mo couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to come clean, to reveal the truth.
He just wanted to know what expression Ao Cheng would have when he learned that Nangong Chou was a man.
However, at this moment.
A panicked scream echoed from afar.
It was Nangong Chou. No one knew what had happened to him.