dmims Chapter 88: The Old Man's Interrogation!
Chapter 88: The Old Man's Interrogation!
Chapter 88: The Ten Elders' Interrogation!
The sunlight streamed gently through the woods.
Lu Linglong carried the Minister of Magic on her back, walking lightly along the path covered with fallen leaves.
The boy on her back lay limply like a frightened and exhausted little animal, his arms draped weakly over her chest, his face buried deep in her warm neck, only the slightly reddened tips of his ears showing—the only and most obvious trace left by the immense shame he had just felt.
I'm not pure anymore, waaaaah!
The thought was still swirling wildly in the Minister of Magic's mind, making him too afraid to even look up.
Just thinking about how I felt earlier made my cheeks burn.
He could only bury his burning face even deeper like an ostrich, and even the slight itch from Lu Linglong's hair brushing against the back of his hand made his heart race.
Lu Linglong could clearly feel the warm body temperature coming from her back, as well as the boy's slight but rapid breathing around her neck.
Her cheeks were constantly hot, and every step felt like stepping on her own heartbeat, which kept pounding.
It was very quiet around, with only the rustling of leaves.
Lu Linglong took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and asked softly, her voice tinged with barely perceptible nervousness, "Xiaobai—um—"
"We—we're—we're—a couple now, right?"
Although his incredibly embarrassing actions just now, and how dependently he is clinging to her back now, all seem to indicate that Lu Xiaobai has accepted her.
But since he hadn't admitted it to her personally, Lu Linglong felt uneasy, as if a feather was gently tickling her, making her feel restless.
As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately felt a slight tremor in her shoulder.
The airflow from the nape of her neck instantly intensified, carrying even more moist and warm air.
This brief silence made Lu Linglong's heart jump.
After a long while, finally, a soft, almost inaudible nasal sound, filled with shyness, came from the crook of her neck: "————Mmm————".
In an instant, this word melted in Lu Linglong's heart like a piece of honey!
A surge of immense joy welled up within her, causing her body to tremble slightly.
She immediately stopped and carefully put the boy down from her back, helping him to his feet.
Then she turned around and met Lu Xiaobai's eyes, which were darting around like a startled deer, glistening with tears, and his face, which was slightly flushed and still hot.
Without hesitation, Lu Linglong stretched out her arms and gently but firmly embraced him.
"Xiao Bai," she gently pressed her face against his ear, her voice filled with the joy and satisfaction of a settled heart, and continued in a muffled voice, "I really—like you so much."
"So, let me hug you a little longer—" Her tone carried a hint of coquetry.
"Hmm." Another faint, almost inaudible nasal sound.
Lu Linglong felt that although the boy in her arms was still a little stiff, he did not resist. Instead, he seemed to have found a support and just let her hold him without moving.
The two embraced quietly, feeling the resonant heartbeats in each other's chests.
The wind in the forest seemed much gentler, and sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on them.
Feeling the warmth in her arms, Lu Linglong couldn't help but smile. Some silly, unspoken words of love flowed silently in her heart.
Meanwhile, on a secluded path in Longhu Mountain.
Zhang Chulan, hands in his pockets, humming a little tune, walked briskly, his smile almost reaching his ears.
The reason is simple: today's victory was far too easy and shameless!
His opponent today, that guy who's good at talismans, hasn't shown up yet for some reason.
As a result, Zhang Chulan won without a fight!
Then, the title "Shameless" accompanied by his increasingly low odds, and his fame in the supernatural community completely overshadowed the title of "Qi Source Transmission Person" that had troubled him for his entire life.
All I can say is, they've won this round to the point of exhaustion!
At this moment, Zhang Chulan was secretly pleased with himself and planned to go find Xu San and Xu Si to discuss tactics for the next match.
However, as soon as they turned onto a more secluded mountain road, two men in black suits with expressionless faces blocked their way.
"Hello, Zhang Chulan." A person stepped forward, his tone calm but leaving no room for doubt.
Zhang Chulan paused, his smile fading: "Who are you?"
"We are here on the orders of the Ten Elders to invite you," another person said. "Old Master Lü Ci and Old Master Wang Ai request that you come over for a chat."
Zhang Chulan's heart tightened.
Lü Ci and Wang Ai? Those two old geezers are definitely up to no good! He was just about to laugh it off and slip away.
"The two old men said," the first man in black added, his voice low but like a hammer blow to Zhang Chulan's heart, "that they know your grandfather, Senior Zhang Xilin."
Zhang Chulan's pupils suddenly contracted!
grandfather?
Those two words instantly gripped his heart.
His expression froze for a moment, his eyes filled with complex emotions. After a few seconds of silence, he forced a smile: "Heh, since it's an invitation from two seniors, I—will gladly accept. Lead the way."
The man in black turned and led the way. Zhang Chulan followed behind, his right hand silently reaching into his pocket to send a message blindly:
[Ten Elders, King Lü!] Recipients: Lu Xiaobai, Xu San, Xu Si.
Zhang Chulan was led to a secluded, dilapidated wooden house by the mountain path.
The man in black pushed open the door and gestured for him to come in.
The room was dimly lit.
Two old wooden chairs were occupied by two dignified old men—Lu Ci and Wang Ai!
As soon as Zhang Chulan stepped into the house, the wooden door behind him was slammed shut by an invisible force!
The heavy sound echoed in the small space, creating a strong sense of oppression.
An invisible pressure instantly spread out, like a boulder pressing down on Zhang Chulan's shoulders.
The old man, who was blind in one eye and had a fierce look in his face, spoke first, his voice cold and direct:
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"Zhang Chulan, I have an impatient nature, so I'll get straight to the point: hand over your grandfather's Qi Source Flow, and you can name your terms."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan immediately plastered a harmless, fake smile on his face, rubbing his hands together and chuckling awkwardly, "Hehehe, I'm flattered by the invitation from two seniors!"
"I came because I heard that you two knew about my grandfather."
"Oh dear, if I really possessed that Source Flow," would I still be alive today? I'd be torn apart by the Quanxing Sect long ago, wouldn't you say? Heh heh—"
As he spoke, he glanced at the group out of the corner of his eye.
"Hmph!" Lu Ci, whose face revealed a fierce look, snorted heavily, clearly annoyed by his slickness.
He raised his hand, gesturing to Lü Gong beside him: "There's no point in wasting time talking to him!"
Lu Gong immediately stepped forward, his gaze fixed on Zhang Chulan, and slowly raised his hands, a layer of light blue light flowing like water ripples in his palms!
This light is extremely similar to Lü Liang's!
"Whether it's true or false, we'll find out soon enough!" Lü Ci's voice carried an air of anger without being authoritative. "By the way, let me tell you, Lü Liang of Quanxing was my former grandson. The man in front of you is his cousin, Lü Gong."
Upon seeing that familiar light, Zhang Chulan's scalp tingled instantly!
Soul Enlightenment Technique?!
What's this old man trying to do? Check my memory? No way, absolutely not!
Seeing Zhang Chulan's slightly trembling body, Lü Gong smiled contemptuously and said, "Don't worry, I don't have that beast's ability to search your soul."
"But I'll wrap a thin layer around your body," he stared into Zhang Chulan's eyes, "and if you lie now, I'll know."
As Lü Gong drew closer, Zhang Chulan swallowed hard, his heart pounding faster. He didn't know if he possessed the Qi Source Flow technique, but the Old Farmer's Skill that his grandfather had entrusted Feng Baobao to pass down to him was genuine!
If he finds out anything about this—
Zhang Chulan instinctively wanted to back away, but behind him was a tightly closed wooden door!
At this critical moment!
"Hey! Who are you?! Stop right there! Do you know that?!" A man in black suddenly shouted urgently from outside the door.
However, the shouting stopped abruptly!
"Ugh—Aaaaaah—!!!" A short, terrified scream!
Then, an absolute, chilling silence fell outside the door!
The air inside the room froze instantly!
The composure on Lü Ci and Wang Ai's faces vanished, replaced by surprise and solemnity, their sharp gazes fixed on the door.
Lu Gong's expression also changed, the Qi light in his hand shook violently, and he took a half step back in fear, assuming a defensive stance.
In stark contrast to them, Zhang Chulan's wildly beating heart miraculously calmed down.
A chilling aura, like an invisible cold tide, silently seeped in through the cracks in the door and walls, quickly permeating the entire small house.
The temperature dropped sharply.
In the cold, deathly silence, the corners of Zhang Chulan's tightly clenched lips curled up slightly.
He knew his savior had arrived.
Just as the four people inside were all staring intently at the tightly closed wooden door, it creaked open—
There was no touching, no footsteps.
The heavy wooden door, as if controlled by an invisible hand, slowly opened on its own!
The much brighter mountain light outside the door suddenly rushed in, dispelling most of the darkness inside the cabin and clearly outlining a figure standing at the door.
The white trench coat fluttered without wind, and her delicate figure appeared somewhat blurred in the light, yet exuded a chilling aura.