Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Yang Fei looked at her pitiful expression and couldn't help but laugh, "Alright."

Wen Xiaoxiao was momentarily stunned.

"Do you really want me to help you wash your feet? I'm so cute, how can you bear it?"

Yang Fei looked strangely at Wen Xiaoxiao.

"Wasn't it your idea? Washing feet to settle debt? I'm giving you a chance to earn money."

Wen Xiaoxiao's eyes darted around, trying to look pitiful again, but Yang Fei waved his hand.

"Deal's a deal, wash my feet every night, not for less than one hundred, I'll give you two hundred."

Wen Xiaoxiao counted on her fingers.

"Two hundred a day, six thousand a month. I'll be debt-free in two months, yay yay yay."

She jumped up happily.

"Wen Xiaoxiao won't starve to death, I've found another way to make money."

After her livestream, Wen Xiaoxiao indeed brought a basin of steaming hot water to wash Yang Fei's feet.

Yang Fei lay lazily on the sofa, soaking comfortably in the hot water, while Wen Xiaoxiao obediently scrubbed his feet.

The young girl's foot-washing technique had no professionalism at all.

But the warmth of Wen Xiaoxiao's hands caressing the tops and soles of his feet still gave Yang Fei a delightfully refreshing feeling.

He couldn't help but feel a bit curious, "Xiaoxiao, are you really short on money?"

Wen Xiaoxiao pouted and gave him a sideways glance.

"I'm a student all by myself, without any support, of course I'm short on money."

Yang Fei was even more surprised, "But what about your parents, don't they care about you?"

A shadow passed over Wen Xiaoxiao's cute face, and then she lowered her eyes expressionlessly, "Passed away."

This was the second time Wen Xiaoxiao had said her parents were deceased.

However, seeing her slightly flickering gaze, Yang Fei knew it wasn't that simple.

After washing Yang Fei's feet, Wen Xiaoxiao dried them with a clean towel and stood up to pour out the foot water.

She resumed her innocent and lovely demeanor, stretching with a long yawn.

"Great, I made two hundred just like that, way easier than my livestreams. Those fans are too demanding."

Yang Fei couldn't help but chuckle.

"Xiaoxiao, how about this, besides the chores and cleaning, you also help me with laundry, and I'll give you an extra three hundred a day."

Wen Xiaoxiao blinked her big eyes playfully at Yang Fei.

"Brother Fang, turns out you're a secretly wealthy tycoon, are you trying to keep~me?"

Her little sharp teeth showed as she bit her moist lower lip, exuding a Little Demon-like charm.

Yang Fei chuckled, pointed at her chest, and shook his head.

At that, Wen Xiaoxiao immediately pouted and rolled her eyes exaggeratedly.

"Brother Fang… you're teasing me again."

Seeing her puckered lips pouting coyly, Yang Fei suddenly felt that this dangerous and complex task was full of fun.

As the two were joking, the door opened.

Qin Xianfei entered the room in a black tracksuit, carrying two black boxing gloves.

Her hair was up in a high bun, her sweaty hair sticking to her forehead, her sapphire blue eyes full of exhaustion.

Wen Xiaoxiao shouted out.

"Sister Fairy Consort, have you been practicing boxing again? So impressive!"

Qin Xianfei was about to say something when she saw Yang Fei and immediately gave him a sidelong glance.

She walked straight into her room without looking back.

Wen Xiaoxiao watched Qin Xianfei's back with admiration.

"Brother Fang, Sister Fairy Consort has always been the person I admire most."

"She teaches at Saint Luo High School, skilled in both literature and martial arts, wow, truly the perfect Goddess."

Yang Fei was startled, did Wen Xiaoxiao not know Qin Xianfei was Saint Luo High School's principal?

This woman really knows how to stay entrenched.

Yang Fei smiled gently, "Maybe, she has reason to envy you."

"You're so young and cute, independent and carefree, isn't that great?"

Wen Xiaoxiao was stunned, mumbling a bit.

"I always thought my life was the worst."

"Sister Fairy Consort's life is the perfect life, am I really worth envying?"

Yang Fei laughed, "Of course, even I envy you, although I don't count your little buns."

He mischievously pointed at Wen Xiaoxiao's chest as he spoke.

"Brother Fang, you're such a big perv, ugh."

Wen Xiaoxiao puffed up her chest angrily, gracefully twirling around, then glared provocatively at Yang Fei.

"Does this angle look better?"

Yang Fei couldn't hold back his laughter anymore, shaking his head as he walked into his room.

From inside the room, his mischievous singing floated out.

"Little white rabbit, grow up quick, red eyes, white plump, nurtured by sunshine and rain..."

Wen Xiaoxiao waved a fist towards his room, pouting as she returned to her own room.

Yang Fei went back to his room, calming himself to cultivate Turtle Extreme.

Ever since breaking through the Tortoise Mirror, his mind had grown clearer and sharper, with his Sixth Sense becoming ever more acute.

This acute intuition was not only confined to enemy attacks but extended to foreseeing future fortunes and misfortunes.

The Turtle Extreme's ability to sense fortune and disaster was already extremely sharp.

And after connecting the Tortoise Mirror, this foresight ability became even stronger.

After an entire day and night of cultivation, Yang Fei felt his Qi of Origin Core had thickened a bit.

This little bit of Qi seemed small, but over time it would accumulate and eventually create an unparalleled master.

Early the next morning, Qin Xianfei left for work before anyone else.

Yang Fei knew this feisty girl disliked him, but he paid her no mind.

Just as he finished washing up, Wen Xiaoxiao cheerfully brought out some steamed dumplings and soupy buns.

She looked seriously at Yang Fei, her eyes smiling in narrow slits.

"This is my newest business venture, breakfast errands, fifty bucks a run."

"This time it's a free trial, if you find my service satisfactory, we can officially start next time."

Yang Fei found it amusing; Wen Xiaoxiao's breakfast probably didn't even cost fifty bucks, the errand fee was exorbitant.

However, Wen Xiaoxiao's charm and cheerfulness made Yang Fei particularly fond of her.

As long as it didn't interfere with his mission, Yang Fei was willing to help this girl.

He casually grabbed a dumpling and popped it in his mouth.

"I have to taste this breakfast first."

Wen Xiaoxiao laughed, her big eyes bending into crescent moons.

"Don't worry, I've lived here for over a year, very familiar with the area."

"I know which place has tasty and cheap breakfast, and which supermarket sells fakes."

Yang Fei wolfed down the breakfast and gave Wen Xiaoxiao a thumbs up.

"Not bad, I'll take your service."

Wen Xiaoxiao suddenly jumped up with joy, extending her hand.

"Great, it's a deal."

After breakfast, Su Xiaoxiao went to school, and Yang Fei to work, both parting at the intersection.

At the gate of Saint Luo High School, energetic high school students were already entering the school.

Luxury cars lined the school gate, highlighting the deep roots of this noble high school.

Yesterday's assessment by Qin Xianfei, Yang Fei didn't know if he passed.

He didn't bother asking Qin Xianfei, instead, he went directly to the human resources department to complete the onboarding.

The HR staff, responsible for accommodating Yang Fei, looked at him with a sympathetic expression.

They handed him his work permit, uniform, and a series of other items.

Camouflage suit, electric baton, walkie-talkie...

All of this gave Yang Fei an ominous feeling.

He flipped over his work permit and was instantly dumbfounded.

What the heck, security guard?