Chapter 66 Shut Your Mouth (Part 1)

Chapter 66 Shut Your Mouth (Part 1)

Chen Shijin had initially locked onto the third janitor cleaning snow in the yard as his target, but was interrupted by blond Alun and his group of five when he was about to confirm and take action.

By the time he had glared at those five into questioning their existence, the shadow of the third janitor he was focusing on had already returned to normal, and visibly, the janitor's body had slimmed down a layer.

A "layer."

The slimmed-down third janitor now appeared to have the same physique as the other two, as if they were cast from the same mold.

Thus, the janitor was definitely not the "man-eating monster" Chen Shijin was looking for.

Looking around, the nearest place was the massive glass greenhouse next to them. Chen Shijin felt that the man-eating monster might have entered there.

He turned and walked towards the glass greenhouse.

As he was walking towards the greenhouse, he looked at Yue Feng strolling beside him and pulled out his writing pad: [Did you just notice any problem?]

Yue Feng's eyes lit up at the question, and he nodded vigorously.

Under Chen Shijin's skeptical gaze, he leaned his face closer to Sweetheart Jin and emphatically pointed with his finger.

His eyes blinked rapidly, full of anticipation.

Chen Shijin actually understood his implication immediately.

And he was speechless at his own quick understanding.

[Don't daydream!]

I would never kiss you just for that bit of information!

Has your demand for offerings gradually come to this?! If you asked for a drop of my blood, maybe I would have given it!

Then Yue Feng rolled his eyes at that response, straightened up, and pretended to casually continue strolling.

No offering, no cooperation!

Chen Shijin: .

The glass greenhouse of Silent Manor could hardly be called a "house" anymore.

It could rather be described as a vast glass pavilion.

It was at least five hundred meters long from end to end, with a width of over a hundred meters.

Approaching the entrance of the glass greenhouse, one could feel a wave of warm air mixed with a slightly intoxicating floral scent, tempting anyone who smelled it to take a deep breath and absorb the fragrance into their being.

However, upon smelling the fragrance, Chen Shijin abruptly took a step back.

After feeling the chill wind on his face and the sharp scent of snow entering his nostrils, he took a deep breath.

This place doesn't seem easy to enter.

The floral scent was too strong, unlike any he had smelled before, making him suspect something was amiss.

As Chen Shijin hesitated, contemplating whether to enter, he saw the group of five blond men rushing towards him again, this time making no attempt to conceal their intentions.

The two men in the lead started attacking Chen Shijin from a distance.

One of them harshly grabbed at the air, and Chen Shijin felt an invisible force grasp his collar, dragging him forward!

The other, moving so fast he was almost a blur, aimed a dagger straight at his heart.

Both had smirks of guaranteed victory on their faces.

They had already made their move; what could the trapped lamb do? Ha! And he dares to glare at them!

What good does glaring do, huh?!

The exile with lightning speed slipped and crashed into the glass wall, the metal dagger clashing against the tempered glass with a loud "thud"!

The vice-captain of the villain squad's expression changed dramatically, attempting to flee despite the pain, but then saw a massive gardener who had appeared inside the greenhouse.

Before he could react, he was dragged into the greenhouse by the gardener, leaving long marks on the ground even as he rapidly attacked the towering figure, who seemed impervious to pain.

Then, the exile's attempts to attack the gardener grew weaker and ceased altogether.

By then, Chen Shijin was back on the snowy ground, while the exile who tried to seize him from afar started his own series of life-questioning falls.

Standing at a distance, Alun and his two companions wore extremely displeased expressions, now certain their relentless slipping was caused by this seemingly harmless Sweetheart.

Alun's brows were deeply furrowed.

Doubts about Sweetheart Jin's identity arose again.

He clearly saw that Sweetheart hadn't spoken a word, and it seemed he hadn't done anything at all, so why did this happen?

Does she possess a special ability to make people fall crazily?

If so, is she really Chen Shijin?

Regardless, he had to proceed with his plan.

Otherwise, upon returning to the warmth of the house, he feared he might be the one to die.

So, Alun pulled out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from his chest, put them on with a scholarly air, and focused on his target with a smile.

Invisible energy swirled around him, then surged towards Chen Shijin standing at the entrance of the greenhouse.

The moment their eyes met, Chen Shijin felt a pang of unease.

His eyes widened in shock, only to see the cunning blond man sitting on the snow, cross-legged, smiling gently at him.

Trouble.

Sitting on the ground, how could he possibly slip?!

Chen Shijin had just enough time to think this when he felt the blond man watching him become increasingly pleasing to the eye, more enchanting, and overwhelmingly attractive to him.

As if the gaze upon him was from the very existence he most desired.

He beckoned to him.

Chen Shijin, clutching his chest, stood still.

He smiled indulgently and beckoned again.

Chen Shijin... took a step forward uncontrollably.

Yue Feng, who had been laughing beside him, slowly stopped smiling.

After the first step came the second.

Then came the third and the fourth steps.

The man and woman sitting next to Alun finally revealed satisfied smiles.

Anyone under Alun's "gaze of true love" would become hopelessly in love with him, willing to do anything for that love, even die.

As long as he walked over, whatever Alun asked of him, he would do without hesitation, even if it meant death.

But they wouldn't waste time; as soon as he came before them, they would kill him decisively, giving him no chance to escape.

Even if that failed, there was Alun's "Love Transference" that could make him catch a cold and cough himself to death, just like... Linna did.

Chen Shijin knew something was off with his current state; his mind was still clear.

But this clarity felt like a nightmare; aware you're dreaming but unable to break free.

This wasn't good at all.

He couldn't reach for his writing pad to write anything; his body was controlled to move forward, unable to perform any other actions.

As he got closer to the three exiles sitting opposite him, Chen Shijin's conscious awareness grew colder.

His closed mouth slightly opened.

Such detestable trash.

Might as well all go to hell.

In that moment, Alun felt the Sweetheart approaching him suddenly change in demeanor.

An aura enveloping him felt dangerously familiar.

Alun's heart raced, instinct urging him to turn and flee, yet the man resembling Chen Shijin was only three steps away.

Chen Shijin took another step forward.

His mouth was now open.

The final step.

All three of Alun's group leapt at the person before them!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

They crashed into the snow like kites with their strings cut, dragging long marks behind them.

At the same time, a slightly warm hand covered Chen Shijin's eyes, plunging his vision into darkness and instantly freeing his body from control.

He felt his cheek brushed by something soft.

He quickly realized who was doing what, but considering the recent heroic rescue, he decided to forgive the intrusion.

Chu.

？？

Chu chu chu chu chu.

！！！！

What the heck! Are you done yet?! A ceremonial hero's kiss should have been enough; do you have a problem pecking at my face like a woodpecker?!

Chen Shijin felt himself being aggressively kissed while being held tightly.

He struggled fiercely, grinding his teeth, but was embraced too tightly, feeling like his face was going to be rubbed raw!!

Three minutes later, Sweetheart, being fervently kissed while held in the arms of a handsome young man, showed a look of utter despair.

Oh, he gets it now.

This isn't kissing; it's like a cat nipping at catnip.

He is that catnip!!

Meanwhile, Alun and his two companions, struggling to rise from the snow, watched the scene of “Chen Shijin” embracing and passionately kissing the girl, leading them to question their existence for a moment.

Something must definitely be off here, haha!

From the outside, it looks like Chen Shijin is kissing Sweetheart, but in reality, it's “Yue Feng” kissing “Chen Shijin”! Ahhhh!

Who wouldn't be blown away by this scene?

As Alun and his two companions stared in disbelief at the fervent kissing, Yue Feng, the cat nipping at catnip, suddenly lifted his eyes. In an instant, his pitch-black pupils turned into a deep ocean blue, with a flash of golden starlight, freezing the watching trio in place.

They stood frozen like statues, immovable.

Chen Shijin suddenly felt something and forcefully pushed away Yue Feng, who was fervently embracing him.

Turning his head, he saw Alun and his companions stiff in the snow.

After a moment, he withdrew his gaze.

Oh, before he could even speak. They were already dead.

By now, of the twenty elite exiles who came to hunt him, only... five remained.

And today marks the second day at Silent Manor.

Chen Shijin smiled.

What a peacefully beautiful world this is.