Chapter 75: His Majesty Is a Tiger

Only now did Qin Xiao notice the strings of bells adorning Ye Ling’er’s wrists and ankles. He had to admit, it lent her a certain unique charm.

“Your Majesty, please turn over first. Let me give you a back massage,” Ye Ling’er said, recalling what the emperor had mentioned just now.

“Alright.”

Qin Xiao turned over, feeling a bit odd.

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In the blink of an eye, the wooden chair sprouted roots and shoots, swiftly transforming into a towering tree that nearly broke through the canteen roof.

At noon, Lin Sha once again sensed a disturbance. He left the Waterside Park and hurried toward the Dolphin Swimming Pool in Shinagawa, where a murder had occurred. Yet halfway there, he sensed trouble elsewhere.

At the card table, all he had to do was keep playing bombs that no one else could answer. As for the chips he won, Ning Dan would keep them safe for him.

After exchanging a few words with the others, Gu Huayao shot Zheng Yunwan a meaningful glance before heading downstairs to greet the guests.

“We should evacuate for now. At the time, he told me that no matter what happened, safety came first—he would be alright,” Shiori said, turning to comfort a frantic Riko.

This showed that Lei He and Luo Yancheng truly possessed ability. Lei He alone might not have achieved such results; the report made it clear that Luo Yancheng’s support had been invaluable. Of course, Lei He himself played a commendable leading role.

After much indecision, she changed outfits again and, accentuating her remarkably long, perfect legs, pulled on a pair of over-the-knee socks.

She then hastily grabbed Wu Xie and Pan Zi, who were about to follow. Having swallowed several mouthfuls of dirty water while swimming, the two now stopped and began coughing uncontrollably.

Ye Wan’s nerves were taut with anxiety, her mind racing in circles. What on earth was that thing? A water ghost? A monster? Or some kind of animal?

Upon hearing this, the Elder Xuan fell silent, unable to conceal the anticipation in his tone.

Ahead lay only darkness; with Li Zhe’s eyesight, he could discern nothing of the surroundings. Since everyone was present, it was inappropriate to use his spiritual sense to explore. Still, at his ears came the pounding of dozens of drum-like sounds, but he could not tell their origin.

Li Zhe casually found a cushion and sat cross-legged, while Green Waist attended him silently at his side, which he did not mind.

No matter how proud she was, Xuan Qingyao couldn’t help but spare herself a glance, feeling a certain helplessness.

The two of them trudged on wearily. By the time they reached the sands, it was already late morning, their bodies exhausted and parched. The endless yellow desert stretched to the horizon, with no sign of an oasis—nothing but boundless sand. Both were sorely disappointed.

“Al...right...” she replied in a suffocated voice. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to argue, but she knew she could never win. Not wanting to dwell on it and upset herself further, she tossed down the money and turned to leave.

Li Zhe, for his part, had inquired about this with Long Hui upon arrival. In their clan, what they lacked most were medicinal herbs and similar healing supplies.

Ya Heng sat in the backseat, gazing out the window, saying nothing. The car fell silent. They drove on for a while longer, but still saw no other vehicles or pedestrians. Only the traces of passing cars and a scattering of withered leaves remained on the road.

This alone was enough reason to kill them. Witnessing Xuan Shan’s malicious deeds enraged and disgusted those present, but none dared or were able to intervene. They couldn’t help but worry about the trio, not knowing how today’s battle would ultimately end.

Almost at that very moment, the molten lava in the pool parted. The elder in red slowly emerged, his entire figure aglow, rising steadily until he hovered more than ten yards above before coming to a stop.

Because of Lin Lan’s current state, Su Jianyu’s usually rigid features tightened further, as if he had swallowed a fly—discomfort writ large on his face.