Gladiator Arena in the Tower of Emptiness Chapter Sixty-Seven: Thighs Descending from the Sky

Wu Hui's summoned creatures, aside from the Nightmare Warrior who managed to hold out a bit longer, were all dispatched by Miss Doll's controlled little girl within seconds. But it was enough for Li Xiaojing and him to retreat a dozen meters away together.

On a summer's rainy night, the ground was covered in ice. Wu Hui had long since lost his umbrella, and both were utterly drenched. Wu Hui fared better, at least wearing a jacket, but Li Xiaojing, in shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, looked nearly see-through after being soaked by the rain.

Neither of them cared about this at the moment. They watched as the doll manipulated the little girl, unzipping the back once more and pulling out a book of magic from a patch of starry sky.

The title read: "Fairy Tales."

"Once upon a time, in a forest, there lived a little Red Riding Hood." The child's sugary voice echoed through the thunderstorm, unnerving in its innocence.

Wu Hui heard the incantation and his pupils dilated unconsciously; he felt his teeth grow sharp and was overwhelmed by a wild urge to scream. Li Xiaojing, clutching her head, stopped in her tracks—her body began to shrink, a red glow spreading atop her head...

But the storytelling voice was abruptly cut short.

From the sky, a long leg descended, striking like a mighty sword or a giant's axe, crashing down upon the girl's head with the force and fire of a thunderbolt.

"You again!" shrieked the doll at the sight of her familiar foe. She was in far worse shape than before—hadn't she failed to kill even a few second-level players?

Against Wu Tong, the doll stood no chance. Wielding her long needle, Wu Tong wasted no words, stabbing directly at her foe. "Only your button eyes left for resurrection, right? Last time you fooled me, but let's see how you'll escape now!"

Wu Hui and Li Xiaojing, finally out of danger, gasped for breath at the sidelines.

For the moment, they remained close together, practically clinging to one another—only by doing so could they keep from collapsing outright.

Nearby, Li Xiaoyue, coughing, made her way over. Frail as she was, the long exposure to rain had left her shivering all over.

Wu Tong raised her hand, and the warmth of a hearth swept over Li Xiaoyue, banishing the rain and chill from her body. She then whistled at the thoroughly soaked Li Xiaojing. "Nice figure, little sister."

Li Xiaojing hesitated, glancing at Wu Hui—and didn't bother trying to cover herself. After all, it wasn't the first time he'd seen her like this.

"My sister," Wu Hui explained to Li Xiaojing. "A high-level player."

Hmm, Li Xiaojing recalled Wu Hui mentioning he knew a high-level player. Now she remembered he'd said he was adopted—which meant this fair-skinned, long-legged beauty had no blood ties to Wu Hui, yet they'd grown up together...

A formidable rival indeed! Even more daunting than Ren Yin and her own elder sister!

Within their telepathic link, Li Xiaoyue complained, "Don't lump me into your romance schemes, you lovesick fool."

Labeled "lovesick" by her sister, Li Xiaojing straightened up inexplicably and greeted Wu Tong, who'd just praised her, "Hello, sister."

Wu Tong nodded, her gaze sizing Li Xiaojing up with a look reminiscent of a mother appraising a future daughter-in-law.

Her feelings for Wu Hui were complicated—part brother, part son, part boyfriend. So, when she saw other women around Wu Hui, her first instinct was to scrutinize their looks and figure, marveling at her brother's good fortune.

Li Xiaojing felt her scalp tingle under that stare.

"Oh, right." Wu Tong thoroughly crushed the doll's two button eyes, rifled through the corpse, and fished out a fairy tale book and a rag doll.

Neither item suited her, nor did she lack points lately, so why not...

"This is for you," Wu Tong said, wearing the same motherly expression, handing the rag doll to Li Xiaojing. "Thank you for saving our Wu Hui."

"Uh... it was the least I could do," replied Li Xiaojing, hesitating but ultimately accepting the gift under Wu Tong's peculiar gaze.

Li Xiaoyue, in contrast, showed no such restraint, thanking Wu Tong as she took the "Dark Fairy Tales" book.

Wu Hui remained silent. He knew his big sister must have something prepared for him as well—she just hadn't taken it out here. As for giving these things to the twins, he had no objections; after all, they'd just saved him.

But big sister, aren't you supposed to have those kinds of feelings for me? Why do you look like this when you see me with other women?

Could it be that those methods for judging a woman's feelings in the books aren't accurate?

Clueless in matters of the heart, Wu Hui pondered, finding no answer. It's easy to follow the textbook, but when faced with such complicated situations, the theories fell short. Perhaps he really did need to put more points into emotional understanding.

Or maybe he should just directly ask his sister what she really thought of him, and how she felt about him being close to other women. Surely, she'd answer?

Such was Wu Hui—the epitome of obliviousness. In this arena, he really could drive people mad.

A true role model, indeed.

With the rain pouring down, conversation was cut short. Li Xiaojing, carrying her sister, flew off, while Wu Hui, about to speak to Wu Tong, found himself swept up and taken away before he could utter a word.

He wanted to say something, but decided to wait until they got home—opening his mouth in this downpour would only fill it with water. Wu Tong, however, seemed entirely unconcerned. "Hey, do you prefer the older sister or the younger? The younger's figure is certainly impressive, but the elder's skin is fairer..."

Wu Hui: "..."

"Or do you want both?" Wu Tong, channeling the power of Hermes, god of messengers and travelers, sped along with Wu Hui, and in less than thirty seconds, they were home.

She'd taken a bit longer on the way there to confirm the route, but even so, it had only been two minutes.

"Tell me, which do you like more?" Wu Tong put Wu Hui down and casually picked up a beer from the table. "Answer and I'll give you two gifts."

Wu Hui headed to the bathroom to grab a towel and dry his hair. "...I think your attitude is off."

"What attitude should I have?" Wu Tong shot him a teasing smile.

"Jealousy," Wu Hui replied.

"Oh? I thought you didn't understand these things at all," Wu Tong chuckled, downing her beer. "That's progress."

Wu Hui came out of the bathroom, fixing Wu Tong with a stare. "I really don't... so, big sister, what are you really thinking? Can you just tell me directly?"

Wu Tong reached out, pinched Wu Hui's face, and pulled him in for a kiss.

"You really have grown up," she said, releasing him. "But it feels a little strange now. I almost can't bear to do it..."

Wu Hui, kissed by his sister, reflexively reached to adjust the glasses he wasn't wearing. "If you're asking who I like more, I still prefer Li Xiaojing. Of course, neither compares to you."