Chapter 334: Porridge Girl Knocks on the Door

Ling Chen was stunned. Through the moonlight streaming in from the window, his figure listlessly hung there, as if he too had drunk too much and couldn’t muster any energy.

The shadow suddenly stepped back a few steps, and a gentle and elegant voice rang out in the room: "What are you staring at?"

"How is it you?"

"Why shouldn’t it be me?"

"What I mean is, why are you in my room?"

"Then where do you think I should be?"

Ling Chen suddenly found himself at a loss for words, staring blankly at the other’s outstanding face under the moonlight, which was coated with a layer of silvery glow, and he didn’t know what to say.

"It’s ugly."

"What?"

The woman’s expression remained unchanged, her toe picking up the clothes beside her and throwing them at him.

"Cover it up, it’s really ugly."

Ling Chen suddenly realized what she was talking about, and with a twist of his mouth said, "What’s ugly about it? Even if you haven’t seen it now, you will in the future." While speaking, he quickly got dressed.

Porridge girl’s expression was strange, her face faintly covered with a halo, not caused by the moonlight outside, but as if it was emanating from herself. This kind of demeanor made Ling Chen involuntarily think of someone: Qin Wu.

However, Porridge Girl was trained in martial arts, her brilliance contained within, and this faint divine light was understandable. But Qin Wu had a regular constitution, why did Ling Chen feel this way about her too?

Holding the blanket thoughtfully, Porridge Girl walked straight to the side of the bed and sat down, uttering in a bland tone, "I have something to ask you."

Ling Chen thought to himself that it’s obvious, why would she run into a man’s room in the middle of the night for no reason?

"You have a bounty of seven million for your head?"

Ling Chen said, "That doesn’t seem like anything new, does it?"

"Yeah, if I hadn’t gone to challenge a senior today, I wouldn’t have known about it."

By now, Ling Chen knew that Porridge Girl’s existence seemed to revolve around constant challenges, and what level her combat power had reached, he couldn’t estimate; anyway, even putting two of himself together might not be a match for this girl.

"Who did you knock down again?"

"I didn’t knock him down, just sparred a bit and broke his arm." Porridge Girl said very seriously, but Ling Chen just rolled his eyes – did this girl grow up watching dark comedy?

"You didn’t run to my room tonight just to ask about this, did you?"

"Do you need my help?" Porridge Girl asked straightforwardly, "I heard that some top assassins from the assassin list have already made their move."

Ling Chen was startled and then laughed: "Don’t joke, it’s just seven million, the top-ranked ones on the assassin list aren’t that idle, they can easily make more than that amount on any job, right?"

Porridge Girl shook her head: "It’s not seven million anymore."

"What?"

"Apparently, someone on the dark list has offered a new bounty, still targeting you, and the price is ten million US dollars."

Ling Chen was truly stunned then, not out of fear, but feeling a bit unbelievable. He subconsciously touched his own head and asked foolishly, "Is my head worth over ten million?"

"That depends on who you ask. To some, your head is worthless, but to others, it could be worth millions. There’s no absolute standard to measure that."

Ling Chen understood the meaning behind Porridge Girl’s words, but impulsively asked, "In your heart, how much is my head worth?"

Porridge Girl gave him a nonchalant glance and casually announced a price, "Sixteen yuan and fifty-eight cents."

Ling Chen was astonished; the price was unreasonably low, and why was it so oddly specific?

"Today’s unit price for pig head meat."

Ling Chen almost choked on his own saliva, staring blankly at the expressionless Porridge Girl and sighed, "Are you thinking about that over ten million reward?"

"I don’t want it." Porridge Girl slightly tilted her head, and the corners of her lips slightly lifted, "Your death brings me no benefit. Besides, I have no use for money."

"Then why are you still mad at me?" Ling Chen spoke irritably, "You might as well just kill me off easily, claim the reward, and build me a grand cemetery!"

Porridge Girl looked amusedly at the somewhat childish Ling Chen, shaking her head after a while, "Do you need me to take action?"

Ling Chen regained his seriousness, pondered for a moment, and said, "No need. The path has to be walked by myself. In the future, those who want to kill me will only increase and grow more dangerous. I must face them myself; otherwise, even if I tied you to my belt, there will still be times when I need to take off my pants!"

This inappropriate analogy caused a slight fluctuation in the usually cool and unruffled beauty of Porridge Girl’s face, her lips slightly lifting in what seemed like a suppressed comment.

"Then you take care, I’m leaving."

"Hold on, I’m curious, why did you suddenly want to help me?"

"Because I felt like it."

That was hardly an answer. Ling Chen paused, then said, "Well, regardless, thanks for the good intent. What are you planning to do next?"

"Down south, there’s an old man who has just finished his seclusion. I need to check on him."

"Check on him?" Ling Chen was a bit puzzled.

Porridge Girl showed a playful smile, "This old man, my master repeatedly defeated him, forcing him into seclusion; the most recent one lasted for ten years. Now that he’s out, I have to go and see if I can make him go into seclusion again."

Ling Chen started to wonder if his brain was damaged by alcohol, as he couldn’t follow the back and forth of this mentor-student relationship. People only have a few decades in a lifetime, and here they casually force someone into years of harsh seclusion. It’s quite unethical.

"By the way, who exactly is your master?"

"Cannot say."

"Why not?"

"No reason."

"What does ’no reason’ mean?"

"No reason just means no reason."

"Why no reason?"

Finally unable to tolerate his nagging, the usually calm Porridge Girl lightly tapped his forehead.

"Shut up! It’s not time for you to know yet!"

"Do you know how eager I am to ’meet the parents’?" Ling Chen couldn’t resist joking when he saw her serious and indifferent demeanor.

Porridge Girl’s expression turned even stranger but didn’t mind his teasing, suddenly quirking her lip and said, "I’m really looking forward to that eager day of yours."

Hearing this, Ling Chen was taken aback; this was not typical of Porridge Girl. Last time, she mentioned having a fiancé, hence rejecting any man’s approach, but the change now gave him a weird feeling. Suddenly, he heard a noise, and at the same moment, Porridge Girl’s smile faded and she whispered, "I’m leaving," then disappeared from the window in a flash.

"Ling Chen, you just got back?" The door opened a crack, and Su Lin’s head popped in.

"Yeah, why are you not asleep at this late hour?"

"I had already slept earlier, just woke up... and checked if you were back."