The Whole Family Are Villains, I’m the Group Pet 26

Chapter 26

Xing Nuo looked down at the older brothers and sisters on the first floor from the second-floor banister.

His chubby cheeks pressed against the railing, his expression adorably fierce:

“Zaizai…sleeping…you…sleep too.”

Thinking he was being very imposing, Xing Nuo bared his little rice teeth, issued his “threatening warning” to the guests staying in his house, let out a small snort, and covered his mouth with his hand as he yawned.

Tears welled up in his eyes, sleepiness washing over him again, his curls drooping listlessly.

Dragging his little feet, he ignored the guests below and turned back to his bedroom.

The players downstairs didn’t really dare to wake Xing Nuo, afraid of offending him and unleashing a true horror show.

But if they didn’t wake him, the monsters would continue to attack them relentlessly!

They were trapped between a rock and a hard place!

The players watched despairingly as Xing Nuo walked into his bedroom. Almost instantly, they felt the menacing gazes of the monsters lurking in the shadows.

The monsters’ bloodlust was palpable, as if they couldn’t wait to tear the players apart and devour them!

There were no B-level or higher players among them; the highest ability level was only C. Against these monsters, they had no chance!

As they braced themselves for another round of brutal attacks, their bodies tense—

Xing Nuo, who had reached his bedroom door, stopped and turned around.

His little slippers padded softly against the floor. He gripped the banister, looked down, and said quietly:

“Don’t…play…with servant…brothers and sisters…be quiet…sleep now.”

Xing Nuo was a light sleeper. He could faintly hear the commotion of the “game” between the monsters and the players downstairs, though he didn’t understand what they were doing.

But staying up so late was definitely wrong!

After giving his instructions, Xing Nuo, finally reassured, covered his mouth with his hand, his eyes half-closed, and sleepily walked back to his room.

The bedroom door closed, and, as expected, the noise stopped.

The players downstairs, hearing Xing Nuo’s words, were both surprised and hopeful.

Perhaps…there was a chance!

They huddled together, their breathing shallow, watching the shadowy figures lurking in the darkness.

The monsters’ fury surged –

“We didn’t do it on purpose! It was those humans!”

“They’re so cunning! The little master will hate us!”

“Ahhh, this is so frustrating! It’s their fault!”

Just as the players braced themselves for another attack, the monsters, despite their anger, obediently vanished.

They couldn’t risk angering the little master.

The players, feeling the oppressive pressure lift, exchanged glances, tears of relief almost welling up.

Holy crap, the little master’s words were that effective?!

The veteran player breathed a sigh of relief and, after a moment of thought, analyzed the situation:

“It seems we need to stay on the little master’s good side. The monsters won’t disobey his orders. We can use him as a shield when they attack us at night.”

A newcomer, slumped on the floor, his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, his lips trembling, sighed in relief.

“That was close. Maybe now that this has happened, the monsters will be wary of attacking us?”

The veteran player wasn’t so optimistic. He just sighed.

“Hopefully.”

Thanks to the little master, the players had miraculously survived the night.

They barely slept, lying scattered across the living room as dawn approached, exhausted.

The butler, leaning on his cane, walked into the living room to prepare a nutritious breakfast for the little master. He looked up and saw the players sprawled on the floor.

“Good heavens! Master, how can we have such rude guests?!”

His wrinkled face creased further, his eyes flashing red with anger.

The mess the players had made infuriated the butler, who meticulously maintained the castle’s cleanliness. He couldn’t tolerate such disorder!

The players, jolted awake, saw the butler’s blood-red eyes staring at them, and their hearts leaped into their throats.

“Sorry! We’ll clean it up right away!”

They scrambled to their feet, wiping down the sofa and carpet.

The butler watched them for a while, his eyes returning to their normal grayish-black, and warned coldly:

“I’m going to prepare breakfast for the little master. I expect everything to be spotless before he comes down!”

“Otherwise,” the butler’s voice lowered, his expression sinister, “you don’t want to know the consequences.”

The players nodded vigorously, holding their breath, and watched as the butler walked towards the kitchen. They quickly tidied up the living room.

Morning light streamed into the cozy bedroom, and the crystal lamp by the bed automatically turned off.

Xing Nuo wriggled out of bed, his curls sticking up in all directions, like a messy bird’s nest.

He hadn’t slept well, and his eyes still looked sleepy and dazed.

After waking up a bit more, he struggled to take off his pajama robe, his head popping out of the neckline.

By the time he was dressed, there was a faint red mark on his forehead from the tight neckline.

After all that effort, Xing Nuo sighed and rubbed his aching head.

Having learned to brush his teeth and wash his face by himself, he got ready and went to find the butler.

The butler, seeing the little master awake, exclaimed dramatically, his eyes filled with self-reproach:

“Oh dear! It’s all those foolish humans’ fault for delaying me! I failed to attend to you in time!”

To think he had let the little master change and wash up by himself, how irresponsible!

Xing Nuo didn’t seem to mind, shaking his head, his eyes bright.

“Butler uncle…Dad…coming back…today?”

The butler bent down, forcing a smile, and replied respectfully:

“I’ve received a letter. Master will return this afternoon.”

Xing Nuo gasped, his eyes shining.

“Dad…coming back!”

He smiled, revealing his little rice teeth, as the butler carried him to the dining hall, his eyes brighter than the moonlight.

Sitting in his chair, Xing Nuo swung his little feet, happily eating his sweet breakfast.

In anticipation of their master’s return, the castle servants had been busy since early morning.

The cook and pastry chef prepared delicious food, the footmen and maids cleaned the castle, and the butler supervised everything, giving instructions.

The players, who had finally managed to get some sleep, felt their hopes dashed upon hearing the news of the castle master’s return.

The monsters in this castle were already difficult enough to deal with!

Now the castle master was coming too?

A newcomer trembled and anxiously asked:

“Senior, has anyone ever cleared this instance? Did the previous players also encounter the castle master’s return?”

What level monster was this “castle master”?!

The veteran player pondered this, frowning.

“Every instance changes after being cleared. To be honest, before entering this instance, I inquired about it. The castle master never appeared in this B-level instance before.”

Instances changed in real-time, but their type remained the same. This B-level instance was definitely an exploration type!

According to information from players who had cleared it, these castle exploration type instances usually involved uncovering a hidden truth.

Once the truth was revealed, the instance would be cleared!

The veteran player sighed, voicing his greatest fear:

“If we’re unlucky, the instance level might increase.”

The newcomer’s face paled. “What does that mean?”

The veteran player’s expression was grim. He closed his eyes.

“Instance levels are based on the level of the core monster. Since the castle master is appearing, I suspect this instance might be upgraded to A-level!”

The newcomer’s face was filled with despair, wondering if he would even survive until tomorrow.

Although there was no sun in the instance, the daytime was still relatively bright.

Xing Nuo, humming a song he had learned at kindergarten, ran down the steps.

Dust motes danced in the light, clinging to his hair and clothes, making him look bright and radiant.

He went to the small flower garden and, after inspecting his dad’s favorite roses, smiled.

“Gardener uncle…Zaizai…wants…pick…pretty rose…for Dad!”

The stocky gardener, wearing a straw hat, turned around, his tanned face creased with a smile.

“Little Master, come and choose the prettiest one for Master. He’ll definitely love it!”

Hearing their conversation, the roses seemed to burst with life.

Their already vibrant petals bloomed even brighter, their stems standing tall and straight, each flower in its most perfect state.

To be picked by the little master and given to Master was a rose’s greatest aspiration!

The fragrant scent of roses filled the air, making Xing Nuo sneeze.

He stood by the flowerbed, his eyes wide, his small face serious as he carefully chose a flower.

After much deliberation, he finally selected a large, beautiful rose.

The gardener, holding large shears, cut the rose, removed the thorns, and handed it to the little master.

“Here you go, Little Master. It would look lovely in a vase.”

Xing Nuo nodded, carefully placed the rose in a white ceramic vase, and held it, waiting for his dad’s return.

He waited until the afternoon, his eyelids drooping, almost falling asleep on the sofa, still clutching the vase, when he heard the sound of a carriage outside.

The butler rushed out excitedly, his demeanor respectful, to greet the arriving carriage.

“Master has returned!”

Xing Nuo’s eyes snapped open, and he hurried outside, holding the vase.

Dad was back!