“What’s the password?” Bao Xi asked. “Little child, don’t ask so much!” I rolled up my sleeves, lifted my skirt, and started beating the door, ending up with bloody and abraded hands, yet the door remained unmoved.
I got angry, threw a shoe at it, and cursed: “Damn your ancestors! Will you open the door or not?! If you don’t open, I’ll blast you!” Right after I said that, the door opened.
I sweated, “-_-||| Turns out this is an Arabic specialty…” This reminded me of a classic plot – “Open Sesame!” Someone shouted, and the door opened, but instead of gold or jewels, we found two Yus with the same anxious and excited expressions.
Oh my god! What is happening!!
[Volume Three Demon Cult: Chapter 82 Ning and An.]
In that moment when I was about to go crazy, Shang whispered in my ear: “One of them is Ning Yu An, a prince who was exiled before Ning Yu Mo’s ascension to the throne, and he is Ning Yu Mo’s twin older brother with excellent martial arts skills. Also, Han, look at their right hands.”
Confused, I wondered why I should look at their right hands. Seeing my bewildered expression, Shang smiled and squeezed my hand before walking to the side.
I suddenly realized that when Shang held my hand, it was with his right hand. His fingers and knuckles had calluses from years of reviewing imperial documents, indicating someone who frequently writes – Yu Mo!
I grabbed their hands to look. The gentleman on the left indeed had calluses on his palm, but his fingers weren’t rough – the result of years of sword practice. Looking at the gentleman on the right’s right hand, I saw almost identical calluses to Shang’s, clearly indicating someone who writes a lot. This must be Yu Mo! Tears welled up in my eyes as I threw myself into Yu Mo’s arms, hugging him tightly. “Ning Yu Mo, you big bad guy!”
Making me cry so many tears for nothing! Wuwu~~”
Yu Mo gently stroked my back, consoling and apologetic. “I’m sorry… Han’er, I will never leave without saying goodbye again, okay?” I nodded. Suddenly, a voice rang out: “Ning Yu An! You’re worthless except for your appearance! Waste!”
