141. A Noble Guide? (Revised)

That night, as Lin Mi lay on the comfortable hotel bed, the heart-pounding events of the day still lingered in her mind.

She opened her phone and tapped on the "System" interface.

A line of glowing golden characters flashed across the screen: [Triggered and completed the "Chivalrous Act" mission, Energy Value +500.]

A wave of joy washed over her.

This energy value was much higher than she had anticipated. Clearly, her proactive rescue effort had prompted the system to award a generous reward.

"Your Highness, the Ran family's affairs probably involve a vast web of connections; His Lordship has his own judgment on this matter!" Hearing this, Long Qing immediately tried to persuade Leng Yue, clearly wishing to keep Leng Yue from meddling in the affair.

Guan Chenji gave Song Yuchen's head an exasperated ruffle, intending to take the boy's hand and walk together. After a second thought, however, he simply scooped Song Yuchen up into his arms.

Jin Liunian's gaze flickered slightly, his brows furrowed as he cast a sideways glance at the people at the neighboring table. He couldn't help muttering inwardly that dining downstairs had perhaps been ill-advised—one shouldn't indulge one's curiosity too much.

Afflicted by the enemy's duplicate ability, Joseph and Avdol found their bodies transformed into magnetic properties.

Had it not been for her, Liu Ling, pressing Li Xi several times regarding his new manga, Chu Yu wouldn't have been so busy churning out manga chapters. Right now, he might have been preparing for a trip rather than listening to her endless nagging.

This only made Guan Yuchen all the more determined to uncover the secrets behind it all. At least the Feng family wasn't entirely devoid of someone working behind the scenes to help him; perhaps there was still a glimmer of hope for everything.

He truly could not accept it. Neither conventional logic nor his own subjective emotions could allow him to stomach such a thing.

To hell with you, Ye Tianyu couldn't help cursing fiercely in his mind. Dammit, how dare someone ruin his good deed—they must be tired of living.

Hearing this, Duan Zhi'an immediately turned back to look at Feng Yihan, though a peculiar glint flashed through his eyes. He nodded repeatedly, "Rest assured, Your Highness, I will not touch the person you want!" Anyway, she doesn't have long to live anyway! Duan Zhi'an silently added in his heart.

"Having eaten so many palace sweets over the years, my mouth is full of honey. I couldn't help but be good at sweet-talking even if I tried," Ruan Xueyin giggled.

Dongfang hadn't expected the matter to be resolved so smoothly; he had prepared himself for a fight. It seemed these two must be benevolent spirits.

Outside the headquarters of the First Division on the outskirts of the capital, young officers and fully armed soldiers were everywhere. Division Commander Deng Yuanwei glared with blazing eyes at the officers before him and rebuked them loudly, "What are you doing? Are you rebelling? The military has military discipline!"

Until one day, he discovered a room in the depths of the palace's underground. Inside that room lay the corpses of eleven young men, frozen solid. Some were tall and fierce, others young and handsome. Though each was unique, every single one of them was exceptionally mesmerizing.

I had just wanted to speak when Zhou Guochen suddenly called Chen影 over, clearly intending to hear Chen Ying's account of what had happened.

At that moment, not only did the Demon Lord Zhang Li look around anxiously, but the other members of the demon race also turned their gazes in various directions, trying to pinpoint the source of the voice they had just heard.

The opposing forward made a light jump forward, dodging Ma Hongtu's flying slide tackle, caught up with the ball, and struck a furious shot with his raised foot.

A moment later, the big bear-like girl also emerged from the bathroom wearing a silvery-pink bathrobe, shuffling in her slippers. Her slightly damp hair hung over her shoulders, water droplets trickling down only to be blocked by her magnificent bosom, leaving behind a spreading damp stain.

Shortly after, Ma Yunlong could not escape the slash of the blade of light either. His death was virtually identical to Dong Qianli's—after being sliced right through by the blade of light, he too plunged headfirst into the freezing waters of the Lingding Ocean.

With that, I slammed the door shut right in front of him, giving him no chance whatsoever to stop me.

A multitude of thoughts flashed through Qin Zhen's mind in an instant, and she silently resolved that, no matter what, she had to win this mercenary league tournament.