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Mysterious Leader is only Five-Year-Old!

The frail young lady of the Tang Family, raised for five years in the Daoist temple, was brought back home. Everyone harbored their own thoughts, preparing to welcome a delicate and sickly young girl, only to be met with a bright and shiny Little Baldy. She followed them around like a little tail, proclaiming that their days were numbered. Initially, the Tang Family resisted this, arguing that even if she wasn't a sweet and adorable child, she shouldn't be a nonsensical Little Swindler! Latter on, as the little girl, vexed and embarrassed the bad guys with talk of imminent retaliation, amid everyone's cries of alarm, she confronted them with a little dust whisk in one hand and a small clenched fist in the other in an attempt to 'conquer with virtue' on their behalf. The Tang Family, gradually freeloading: Delicious! ** In the wealthy Rong Family, with a century-old legacy, there were rumors that a precious young master resided within its vast estate, dressed in traditional Tang Suit, his wrist adorned with Buddha Beads, a figure everyone dreaded. One day, under the pear tree in the courtyard, on the recliner, lay a pile of fluffy yarn balls neatly placed on the knees of that always composed and sagacious youth who was almost bewitching. The Personal Guard was puzzled, as the young master's fingers were never known to touch even spring water. Then they heard the young master ask in a gentle voice: After much consideration, a fluffy hat seems warmer, don't you think? Which color do you think Jinjin would look good in, pink or multicolored? Personal Guard: ??? ** Rong Qing had known since he was young that he was different from others, with a heavy malevolence about him, calling evil spirits close. That is until he met Tang Jin wielding a little dust whisk, pinning Evil Spirits to the ground and pummeling them, while others fled in all directions, as she recited "the sea of bitterness has no bounds, turn your head to see the shore." Latter on, Rong Qing, touching her Little Baldy head, pulled her hand with a smile: Jinjin, would you care to save your brother as well? Seeing that you're so pretty, Little Milk Jin let herself be led by the hand, cooing with reserved pride: I can.

Junqing · Urban
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293 Doubt

Dust and dark red blood stained the young, tender face.

Blood oozed from the top of her head downward, along her tattered skin, her bulging blood-shot eyes, and the green and purple bruises around her neck.

It was as if there were countless layers of memories deeply etched in the mind of their owner.

Qin Qing's eyes widened at the sight of those crimson eyes, recalling how the young girl struggled, cried, and screamed that day, the blood soaking into her eyes as she begged for help.

"Ahhh!!!"

She screamed, waving the kitchen knife and slashing at the little ghost, while stumbling backward against the refrigerator.

Her body awkwardly collapsing onto the ground.

The little ghost slowly split her lips into a smile, advancing step by step.

The surroundings were pitch black, save for the warm glow of a small lamp overhead which, paradoxically, made the scene before her even more sinister, the blood spilling onto the ground taking on a fantastical yet eerie hue.