Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

"Me?" The wolf recalled his daily routine and muttered softly, "Actually... I don't have much to do, every day..."

"How about that?"

"Crack~~"

Qiu Yun gently patted the little wolf's bottom and said softly, "No matter how big your business is, you can't just sit around doing nothing. You have to find something to do. Otherwise, if you stay at home all day, you'll become lazy and won't have the energy to do anything later."

"Woo..."

The wolf was surprised by Qiu Yun's intimate gesture and nuzzled restlessly against her thigh a few times.

Given her physical condition, she certainly wouldn't feel any pain; in fact, she shouldn't feel anything at all.

But she felt a slight tingling sensation in the meridians of her buttocks. She swallowed and whispered to herself, "It's not like I didn't do anything. Every time my senior brother practices any martial arts, he always asks me to be his sparring partner."

"Otherwise, there's simply no one else who can go toe-to-toe with him."

"Oh, is that so..." Qiu Yun finished combing her hair, then took out a few hair ties and braided it for her. She leaned close to her ear and teased her softly, "You won't end up fighting with your husband in bed, will you?"

The wolf's face flushed bright red, all the way to his ears. He hesitated for a long time but couldn't say anything.

Because such things have actually happened, and more than once.

This is why Zhang Renfeng was secretly struggling with whether his "wife" was a suitable sparring partner. No matter what they practiced, it would easily devolve into a passionate lovemaking session, ending in them embracing. After such a passionate encounter, it would naturally delay their training progress, making it less desirable for him to practice alone.

But...on second thought, looking across the entire America, there's no one else who can practice and spar with him like Syaoran.

Qasim might be considered one, but he's more of a swordsman than a martial artist.

Zhang Renfeng assigned the captain's personal bodyguard to Tao's side. Having him responsible for the personal safety of this great scientist demonstrates how much he valued Tao.

Compared to the little wolf, Qasim has another undeniable advantage—his 24/7 uninterrupted alertness. He doesn't need to eat, rest, or sleep; he can maintain a high level of vigilance at all times. He's the perfect person to keep watch over their safety.

However, this meant that besides accompanying Zhang Renfeng in his martial arts practice, Little Wolf really had nothing else to do.

……

"Your face is so red." Qiu Yun pressed her palm against the wolf's cheek, while using her other hand to braid her blonde hair into a braid. "What, did I guess right?"

"That kind of thing...of course...it happens occasionally. But..."

As if thinking of something, the wolf's tone dimmed, and the redness on the base of his ears faded slightly.

"What's wrong?" Qiu Yun noticed her tone was off and asked with concern, "Did he bully you?"

"...No, it's just that when my senior brother and I have sex, I can sense that he always has some reservations. And he no longer... enters my body."

The wolf's tone lowered, he hesitated, a look of sorrow appeared between his brows, and he even sighed.

"..."

Having said that, Qiu Yun naturally guessed the reason.

Zhang Wusheng's strange illnesses have remained untraceable to this day, with no cure, and almost all of them were congenital.

Zhang Renfeng, on the other side of the sea, is incredibly wealthy and could easily afford to raise several more children. But if the children born from a wolf all suffer the same fate as Zhang Wusheng, burdened with numerous debuffs, then it's something to seriously consider. Even disregarding his own future, for the sake of his unborn children, who can't even run a few steps, would they truly want such a life?

Therefore, it is understandable that they have many concerns.

----

"Aren't you going to ask?" the wolf suddenly whispered.

"what?"

"Like Senior Brother Zhu... or someone else, asking me... how is Wu Sheng's illness?" the wolf murmured.

“If you don’t want to talk about it, I won’t ask.” Qiu Yun continued braiding her hair, speaking gently and calmly. “If you’re willing to talk to me, you’ll naturally start.”

The wolf's shoulders trembled slightly, but because her back was turned, her expression was not clearly visible.

"My senior brother and I have really tried everything. We even tried to directly channel our internal energy into his body to open up his meridians, but the result was..."

"Did it fail?" Qiu Yun didn't understand these things either, so she followed up with her question.

The wolf shook his head. "It's hard to say, but at least it wasn't successful."

"Wu Sheng's body is like a huge vortex, as if it has the [Northern Darkness Profound Art] by itself. No matter how much internal energy is poured in, it seems to have no bottom. The meridians in his body also seem to be different from those of ordinary people. I wonder if this is the crux of the problem."

“We also wanted him to learn martial arts, like the Rama Kung Fu or the Divine Illumination Kung Fu, to strengthen his muscles and bones. But let alone running or jumping, even the slightest emotional excitement triggers his asthma. It's as if God ‘locked’ his body from birth, making it impossible for him to move forward. Sigh…”

The wolf sighed, full of helplessness.

"Sister Qiuyun, I...I actually have something I've been wanting to ask you."

"Okay, go ahead and say it," Qiu Yun replied gently.

After hesitating and struggling for a long time, the wolf finally spoke, "You and Fulin get along so well, which means you are a very good mother..."

"how did you do it?"

……

"This is truly the first time someone has asked me this." Qiu Yun couldn't help but chuckle at the strange question, but upon reflection, it was indeed difficult to answer. The minutiae of life are hard to quantify into a single, definitive answer. "Don't you and Wu Sheng get along well?"

"Well, how should I put it... I..." the wolf offered an even stranger explanation, "I feel like I'm not very familiar with him."

"Huh?" Qiu Yun was full of questions.

"It's not that we're completely unfamiliar, it's just... how should I put it, it feels like we're just going through the motions. I don't know him very well, and he doesn't know me very well either." The wolf himself muttered to himself, "How did it come to this?"

"And what about your mother?"

Qiu Yun sensed something was amiss, and her expression turned serious as she asked, "How did your mother treat you when you were little?"

"She kicked me out."

Chapter 903: My Dear Mother

Qiu Yun was startled at first, then her expression darkened.

She had wandered the world since childhood, living a life of hardship and uncertainty, yet she never lacked the care and love of family. However, after her parents died young, she was forced to sell herself on the street to bury her father. Fortunately, she was chosen by Zhang Renfeng's father, who helped bury her parents, and she thus entered the Zhang family mansion.

After her parents were buried, Qiu Yun breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had accomplished everything in her life. She hadn't really thought about how she would live the rest of her life.

She had assumed that, given her status, she would at most become a maid or servant after entering the mansion. After all, that was the prevailing social norm at the time. According to their agreement, they had helped her bury her parents, completing a major event after their deaths, so it was only natural that she would spend the rest of her life serving their young master.

What happened next was like a dream to Qiu Yun.

In that era, actresses held a very low status, considered among the lowest of the low. For someone of her professional standing to become a concubine in a wealthy family was already a meteoric rise, a chance to live a good life. What she didn't expect was that the "young master" she served was completely different from the wealthy young man she had imagined.

But Little Wolf's situation... is subtly different from hers.

"Most people believe that parents' love for their children is an innate instinct, as if everyone will naturally do it when they reach a certain age, but that is not the case."

Qiu Yun shook her head and sighed, "The earliest teachers a child learns are actually their parents."

The wolf turned its head, listening as if it understood but not quite.

"How parents treat their children will likely influence how those children grow up."

"Should I say it's a family tradition, or something else?" Qiu Yun gently lifted her chin, turning her head back to face the front so she could continue braiding her hair. "Of course, I wouldn't dare say everyone does it this way. But I suspect..."

“Little Wolf, your estrangement from Wu Sheng is probably related to this.”

Qiu Yun didn't go into too much detail about how it was "related," leaving it for Xiao Lang to figure out for himself.

……

Father.

mother.

Their faces had long since sunk to the deepest recesses of memory, and the wolf instinctively felt a sense of rejection, unwilling to recall them.

She vaguely remembered how they lured a group of people to her side and then attacked her with pitchforks, sticks, hooks, nets, and chains.

As a child, I fought desperately until I was exhausted. Then I was tightly bound and sold like merchandise. In the days that followed, I was in a state of hysteria, living a life of near-death experiences. I lived in a daze for several years until I was rescued by Zhang Renfeng and Zhu Kuilong, which began the second half of my life.

After all that has happened, it would be asking too much of a wolf to dig out even a trace of "love" from these ashes.

Later, for a long time, the wolf lived with his master and senior sister.

Senior Sister He is old enough to be her grandmother, but her appearance and height are no different from a young girl's. In addition, her personality is simple and innocent, and she interacts with wolves just like a girl her age. Although her master cares for her, he can never replace the position of her parents.

Throughout their growth, the wolf's life education has lacked a very important aspect.

She had no mother, so naturally she didn't know how to be a mother.

Even after having a child, she acted as if nothing had changed, and she was still the little girl following behind her senior brother.

----

"What should we do then?" The wolf was at a loss, completely stumped. "I only figured it out recently."

"What about that young lady? Doesn't she also have two children?" Qiu Yun asked. "Have you ever observed how she gets along with those two children?"

"Evelyn often discusses theater and art with her children, and she also takes her two children on trips around America during her tours..."

"But I don't understand any of these arts. All I know is martial arts. I can't talk to Wusheng about those things. He can't even walk faster. Talking to him about these topics will only make him more annoyed."

"Moreover, given his physical condition, his asthma will flare up if his heart beats even slightly fast, so he's not suitable for traveling. I've tried taking him on trips before, but at most we just sit on the train and take a quick look around, but he can't actually walk on his own... He finds it very boring and has no interest, so I haven't tried it again."

Hearing this, Qiu Yun sighed inwardly.

At first, she considered it a typical family dispute and intended to offer some advice. However, due to Zhang Wusheng's special physical condition, and the fact that Lang Ye was truly not very good at being a mother, the matter was much more difficult than she had imagined. For a moment, she couldn't come up with any suitable advice.

Zhang Wusheng was born with a weak constitution, making him incompatible with the vast majority of parent-child interactive activities.

As for the wolf herself... at least she knew to care for the child, which was a huge improvement compared to her parents who had sold the child to human traffickers.

However, having grown up without any role models to follow, she didn't know how to interact with her child. Zhang Wusheng, on the other hand, was born with a medical condition, so he couldn't possibly be a very cheerful person; he kept everything bottled up inside.

Over time, the mother and son became increasingly "unfamiliar," and at least the wolf no longer knew what the son was thinking.

"How is Wu Sheng now?"

“Aside from being a little distant from us, he’s alright. He lives a very routine life, going to his teacher in the morning to learn some skills to make a living, and then going home after dinner in the evening.” Wolf sighed, looking helpless. “He always goes out alone and we rarely see him interacting with anyone.”

“If this continues, I’m starting to worry…”

……

"Why don't you discuss it with your husband first?"

"Senior Brother?" Wolf was somewhat surprised by this approach, as if he had never considered it before. He was silent for a long time before shaking his head and hesitatingly saying, "But... Senior Brother is already busy enough, dealing with so many things. If we use these to distract him, wouldn't that..."

"Then you should definitely go and say it."

Qiu Yun said seriously, "Although my husband has a great career to manage, as a husband, he should also take care of his own family. You and Wu Sheng are both his family, just like Fu Lin and I are his family. There should be no distinction between us."

“Wu Sheng is not a talkative person. He may not openly express his thoughts to his own father. At times like these, you, as his mother, are of utmost importance… Since you already feel that this is inappropriate, you should take the initiative to speak up and explain the matter to your husband.”

Qiu Yun finished tying her braids and said seriously, "Otherwise, if your own mother doesn't speak up, do you expect anyone else to speak up for you?"

Chapter 904: Xiao Kui

"..."

A stealthy figure slowly strolled through the corridor, circled behind the group, and made no sound. Then, with lightning speed, it suddenly appeared, swung its right arm, and slapped Zhang Renfeng hard on the shoulder.

"Snapped!"

Haha, didn't you notice?

A charming laugh came from behind, and a young woman in a light blue Xiang dress with her long hair tied at the waist stood there, hands on her hips, showing off to Zhu Kuilong, "Hmph, Old Zhu, did you see that? My 'Silent Heaven and Earth Technique' has already broken through to the fourth level, and I'm quite proficient at it. Your junior brother was sitting right here and didn't even notice. That's the power of my skills!"

"Just a few days ago, you dared to mock my martial arts skills as being lacking. Why don't you apologize to me immediately?"

The people present exchanged glances. Qiu Yun and Xiao Lang both had expressions that showed they were trying to keep a straight face but were also struggling to maintain it. Zhang Fulin, on the other hand, remained calm and composed, without making any comments.

Only Zhu Ping'an's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands repeatedly to support the young girl, shouting, "Mother is so amazing! Mother is so amazing!"

……

Zhang Renfeng's expression was somewhat helpless.

Her footsteps were indeed "silent," that much was true, but her heartbeat and breathing were still quite noticeable. Even if it were Zhang Renfeng fourteen years ago, he could feel her approaching through the wall. Not to mention now, Zhang Renfeng's Lesser Formless Skill had been honed to a certain level, and he could clearly hear the fluttering of a dragonfly's wings and the weaving of a spider's web under his bed from a hundred miles away.

Not only that, he also had to temporarily shut down his Qigong and Golden Bell Cover techniques to prevent her from slapping him and injuring him instead.

"Xiao Kui, stop fooling around." Zhu Kuilong was a little embarrassed. "Junior brother was just teasing you."

"Huh, is that so?" Xiaokui blinked twice, asking curiously, "You actually felt it, didn't you?"