The Supreme Heir

Nothing But Trouble

Irving didn't care at all about how Sanderson would deal with the situation next. Just looking at the old man's strange expression, he knew that he had some unclear relationship with Xena, who had never been masked before.

After trotting all the way to the sidelines of passers-by, and returning home, before he could change out of his tattered clothes, Irving quickly called out to Caden. "I have something to ask you."

"Huh?" Caden looked like she understood. Before Irving could ask the question, she began to mutter to herself: "You must want to ask why you are so powerful after only practicing for about a month? Does this question really matter? In many aspects…”

Irving felt dizzy and rolled his eyes. He quickly interrupted Caden's self-righteousness and said cautiously. "That's not the problem. I feel that I have changed. It's hard for me to explain to you clearly what has changed."

"It's very impolite to interrupt others when they are talking." Caden rolled her eyes at Irving and continued. "In addition to changing your physique, Supreme fetus can also change a person's essence, making you courageous and bloody. All in all, there are many benefits.”

This woman's eyes were so beautiful. Irving glanced at Caden, and then asked sadly. "After being passively changed like this, am I still me?"

"Of course, you're still you. Everyone does things from the heart. You have to think so that you will do it. It's not that you will think so after you've done it. This is a matter of priority. As long as your heart is not what you change, you will still be you. And in my opinion, what the Supreme fetus has changed are all your shortcomings, which is pretty good."

Although Irving still didn't quite understand Caden's explanation, the result was finally what he wanted to hear.

After exhaling, Irving walked towards the bathroom. After running and climbing all morning, his underwear was soaked with sweat and stuck to his flesh, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Uh?" When he walked to the door, he suddenly remembered something. He turned around and looked at the spirit guide who was bowing her head in thought in shock, and asked. "Can I see you now?"

"Well, you can see me since you're the inheritor! Didn't you realize it until now when you came back?" Caden had a dark look on his face, obviously a little angry.

This was the first time Irving had seen Caden's angry mood, but he still had to ask the question. "Then why did I see that your face was blurry in the first place?"

Caden raised her chin slightly and said with a little pride. "You were unwilling to practice conveyance at that time, and your willpower was too weak. Who knows what you would think after seeing my beautiful face. Besides, have you ever heard of the idea that beauty is a disaster? I was afraid I would hurt you when you didn’t have the ability to protect yourself.”

"Are you really that beautiful?" Irving murmured dumbfoundedly, completely ignoring Caden's reasoning to protect him.

"I am beautiful to begin with." Caden refused to retreat even a step, and even put on a posture that she would fight if he disagreed with her.

"You win." Irving smiled helplessly, not intending to continue to find fault with this fact.

Just when Irving was about to step into the bathroom, Caden came over with a question that he seemed to have been wondering about for a long time. "If that man doesn't retreat, do you really not care about that woman's safety?"

Irving paused, turned around, showed a pair of white teeth to the soldier spirit, narrowed his eyes slightly, and nodded. "Yes."

A week passed in the blink of an eye.

That afternoon, Irving sat bored on the floor at home, watching rented mixed martial movies and learning the combat moves in them. Although Caden said that these were just tricks, Irving always felt that they were better than nothing.

As for why Irving was sitting on the floor, it was because there was a woman wearing a red robe lying on her side on the chair, with facial features that were too delicate to be human.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Three brief but polite knocks on the door brought the contented Irving back to reality.

"Uh? Who could it be?" Irving looked confused, knowing that he had no friends, and as for relatives, he had not been in contact with them for a long time now.

Opening the door casually, Irving stood dumbfounded on the spot. Although he could be considered successful now, but what did that have to do with the situation in the hallway at the door and the big men in suits standing on the stairs?

"Are you Mr. Irving?" The young man in front of the leader was confused by the momentum of his group and was a little confused. You must know that according to the information given by the young lady and Mr. Sanderson, the person he was looking for was a young bastard with strong martial arts skills.

Irving put away the confusion in his eyes and nodded, becoming even more confused.

"Yea, right. Come on, move to the side and let me pass." The bald man at the head dragged Irving, who obviously hadn't figured out the situation, with both hands and moved him slightly to the side to make way for the door. Then he turned his head and winked. A dark group of people who were originally standing behind the bald man filed in carrying large and small items.

"Wait...wait." Irving stared at a group of men in suits who regarded his own home as their own and randomly decorated various electrical appliances and furniture, and asked weakly. "Is the government organizing a large-scale distribution event? Or is it a policy that suddenly introduced some poverty alleviation programs?”

The bald man obviously didn't pay attention to Irving, so he didn't even hear his question.

From the beginning to the end, the bald man never answered Irving. He just glanced meaningfully before sitting up straight with one hand on his hip, rubbing the toothpick in his mouth with the other hand, and picking his teeth with disdain. A military officer who looked like an arrogant female gangster. Without saying any word, they left.

This group of people came and left quickly. Looking at the suddenly full living room, Irving glanced at the spirit guide who was still pretending and asked doubtfully. "Did you make all these order while I was away? And why did that bald head seem to be able to see you?"

"Well, it wasn't me." Caden stopped looking like a female gangster, spread her hands and said with an innocent face, "If I go out with my beautiful look, won't I be attracting attention to myself?"

Irving had sworn long ago that he would not discuss anything about beauty with this spirit, so when he heard Caden mention this, he naturally turned his head and continued to study combat arts moves.

What was supposed to come will always come. How could there be so many enthusiastic people in the world? Just the home theater in this living room alone costs tens of thousands in total. So, who could bring all these here?

"These people seem to be in the same group as the group of men in suits at the mountains last time." Caden analyzed when Irving ignored her and held her chin with her hand, pretending to be profound.

"I know, otherwise do you think I can allow them to enter my house?" Irving turned his head, narrowed his eyes and smiled at Caden.

Looking at the somewhat domineering face, Caden shuddered involuntarily, lowered her head and began to meditate again.

Irving was very fond of the recent reflections of the spirit guide. Ever since she removed the shadows on her face, she looked like the mistress of the house, and she was also a chatty and meddlesome mistress.

Just like that, the hands turned and turned, and it was six o'clock in the afternoon in the blink of an eye.

Irving got up and turned off the TV, planning to go to the kitchen to make scrambled eggs to reward himself.

At this time, there were some knocks on the door again, three polite and rhythmic knocks.

Irving partially opened the door, blocking the door halfway. He made up his mind not to let these people into the house unless they could explain why.

But……

"It's you, what are you doing here?"

The door was not as dark as Irving imagined, but there stood a woman with slightly curly hair and a princess hairpin, snow-white skin, and a pair of big ghostly eyes that kept blinking.

"Yea, it's me." Xena rolled her eyes at Irving and said softly. "I'm to stay here. Didn't my bodyguards already move the furniture and other things over this afternoon? Aren't you aware?"

"What? I wasn't expecting anyone to come and stay here. Moreover, we don't seem to be that familiar, right?" Irving laughed dryly and cursed in his heart. He had planned it.

"I can pay the rent. Besides, if we get along for a long time, we will become friends." Xena felt helpless and sad.

Friends? This simplest yet sacred word slightly touched Irving's heart, causing him to become a little distracted.

Xena was naturally not an energy-efficient lamp. She seized the opportunity, bent down and got under Irving's armpit, walked into the room and looked around.

Irving came back to his senses, closed the door, turned around and looked at the two women in the living room who had the words "I am trouble" carved on their foreheads, and felt a headache.

At the same time, in the flower garden of the community where Irving lived, a group of men wearing black suits and headsets began to evacuate in an orderly manner after Xena entered Irving's home.