Having gained the upper hand, Ma Xianhong asked, "What brings you to Biyou Village?"
The shadow warriors exchanged glances, and a taller one stepped forward, saying in a hoarse, cold voice, "Ma Xianhong, the new leader of the Jie Sect, we are here on our master's orders to make a deal with you. Tell your subordinates to step down."
After saying that, the shadowy warrior twisted his wrist, and the dart shot out, hitting the tree trunk. At the tip of the dart was a damaged mechanical fly.
Although Xu Le had reminded them beforehand, the dense forest was noisy with all sorts of sounds, making it difficult to spot things like mechanical flies that lacked any life force. As a result, the Shadow Warriors were spotted as soon as they arrived near Biyou Village, and the information was reported to Ma Xianhong, who then waited for them at the village entrance early on.
Now that they're in an open area, the mechanical flies are much less stealthy and can no longer escape the shadow warrior's notice.
This dart was both a sign of dissatisfaction and a warning, telling Ma Xianhong of their strength that they had to demonstrate their power to negotiate, and that the weak had no right to make demands.
Ma Xianhong's pupils contracted, his expression turned cold, and he said in a cold voice, "You Japanese eccentrics, get out of here. I, Ma Xianhong, will not make a deal with you."
"National borders mean nothing to us. With your strength, you should be able to see that we have been refined into some kind of special life form. The meaning of our existence is the orders of our master. Race and country are just a joke to us."
The tall, shadowy warrior wore a mask, obscuring his expression. However, Ma Xianhong could see his eyes, which were as still as water. His eyes remained unmoved as he spoke, as if this were how it should be, just as the shadowy warrior behind him stood calmly.
What a terrifying yet fascinating refining method!
Ma Xianhong suddenly became interested in the mastermind behind this group. He had never heard of these guys before, and such a technique was not absent from the Eight Arts. One of the Eight Arts, Spirit Binding and Commanding, could enslave souls, but it was fundamentally different. The souls bound by Spirit Binding and Commanding had their own consciousness and emotions, and would hesitate and resist the user's commands.
But the group of people in front of me were more like the zombies of western Hunan, except that they had enough self-awareness and could think. They were absolutely loyal, and were more like killing machines than living beings.
While Ma Xianhong was still searching for clues in his mind, the tall, shadowy warrior spoke again: "Ma Xianhong, the master knows your background, your cultivation furnace plan, and your desire to transform yourself, so he specially asked us to bring something."
When Ma Xianhong heard that the master behind these guys knew so much about his plans, a murderous intent flashed across his mind, but he did not make a move. He also wanted to see what this so-called master could bring.
The shadowy warrior took out a sandalwood box carved with dragons and phoenixes from his robes and slowly opened it...
A faint light illuminated the box as it slowly bloomed. Ma Xianhong's eyes widened in shock as he exclaimed, "This is..."
Ma Xianhong dismissed his men and negotiated with the shadowy warriors alone. No one knows what was said, only that Ma Xianhong returned with the sandalwood box, looking very pleased…
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Chapter 71: Bao Jie, a tough woman who doesn't talk much.
In the apartment, Xu Le lay on the sofa watching TV, but it was all boring shows about love, hate, and revenge, which didn't interest him at all.
Click!
The bathroom door was opened, and Liu Yanyan came out wearing Xu Le's white long-sleeved shirt. She had come in such a hurry that she hadn't brought many clothes with her and would have to buy some tomorrow. However, since girls like to be clean, Xu Le gave her one of his white T-shirts to make do.
It has to be said that girls wearing boys' clothes are quite alluring. Although the white T-shirt was quite large, Liu Yanyan wore it so that the hem only covered the top of her thighs, creating a subtle and alluring effect. Liu Yanyan stretched out her beautiful, shapely, and slender legs and sat down on the sofa, her legs together. Although it was only for a moment, Xu Le still caught a glimpse of white under the T-shirt.
Liu Yanyan felt a little shy but also secretly pleased as she saw Xu Le staring intently at her. She pretended not to care and pulled her T-shirt down.
Xu Le smiled and looked away. He wasn't some innocent virgin, so he seemed quite at ease with the situation.
Xu Le seemed to remember something and asked Liu Yanyan beside him, "Are you satisfied with the room?"
"It's beautiful and comfortable, just my style. Thank you," Liu Yanyan replied softly, tucking her hair behind her ears to reveal her delicate earlobes.
"That's good. I'll go back to my room first. You should go to sleep early too." Xu Le stood up, said goodnight to Liu Yanyan, and went straight back to his room.
Liu Yanyan hesitated, but ultimately said nothing. Helplessly, she stomped her foot, turned off the TV, and went back to her room.
Xu Le, who was in the room, did not go to bed to rest. Instead, he sat at his desk and wrote incessantly in a black notebook with a black ballpoint pen. After about five minutes, Xu Le closed the notebook and disappeared into the shadows.
Under the white light of the desk lamp, the notebook cover clearly displayed six words: Liu Yanyan's Revenge.
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The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Xu Le's shadow warriors began preparing breakfast, but they moved very quietly, not wanting to wake Liu Yanyan who was still sleeping. After all, Xu Le was currently playing the role of an ordinary person, and if he knew that he had powerful abilities, he would not be able to continue his act, and even his plans would be affected.
After Xu Le finished breakfast, he sensed with his divine sense that Liu Yanyan was still sleeping soundly in the room. She must have been exhausted from running away from home and being so busy.
Xu Le didn't wake her up. He just wrote a small note, placed it next to the prepared breakfast, and took a taxi to Nanjing University by himself.
Unlike high school, university classes don't have fixed classrooms. Xu Le found the classroom according to the schedule and found Zhang Chulan already sitting in the classroom, with his eyes closed as if he was meditating.
Xu Le sat down next to him, about to greet him, when he heard a snoring sound. This guy was asleep! Xu Le was speechless. He'd made up his mind yesterday, and now he was sleeping the next day. This shameless guy was truly beyond saving.
Snap!
Xu Le slapped Zhang Chulan on the back of the head, waking him up.
"Ouch! That hurts! Who is it?" Zhang Chulan had just dreamt of embarking on a wonderful journey with several young ladies, only to suddenly wake up and realize it was just a daydream. How painful that was! He vowed to teach the guy who shattered his dream a lesson.
"It's me."
A familiar voice rang in his ears. Zhang Chulan turned his head and found that it was indeed that scoundrel. With nowhere to vent his anger, he could only slump on the table resentfully, staring blankly at the blackboard in front of him.
Xu Le had a headache. If Zhang Chulan didn't cultivate properly, his plans would be delayed. So he pretended to be nonchalant and asked, "It seems you've given up on finding the truth. You're sleeping in broad daylight."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan straightened up and replied indignantly, "I didn't sleep all night yesterday. I was cultivating the whole time, but I was too tired, so I closed my eyes to rest."
"Oh, it seems I misunderstood you." Xu Le got the answer and replied casually, not caring about Zhang Chulan's dissatisfaction. He began to refine and analyze the feasibility of his plan and the possible unexpected events that might occur.
Bang!
The classroom door was suddenly pushed open, attracting everyone's attention.
A girl pushed open the door and came in. She was wearing a brown uniform from Na Du Tong, but the clothes were obviously too big and did not suit her figure. They looked baggy and loose on her. Her hair was casually disheveled, making her look very sloppy. It was Feng Baobao.
Feng Baobao walked into the classroom, looking around expressionlessly. Her eyes met Xu Le's, and she slapped her forehead, put her hands in her pockets, and swaggered over, shrugging as she walked, looking like a tough, taciturn woman.
Xu Le found it somewhat amusing. Feng Baobao had gone too far in letting herself go. She was clearly a stunning beauty, whose every move should have been captivating, but instead she had become a delinquent. Even if you said she spent all her time smoking and fighting, no one would doubt it.