Chapter 143 The Fool's Bride for Good Luck 18

The port staff had clearly been informed in advance. As soon as Xie Rong appeared at the outermost edge, port staff immediately came forward and led him through another passage through the inspection checkpoint to the shore.

A medium-sized ship is quietly docked at the shore.

“Madam, you may board now,” the staff member said respectfully, without even checking his ticket.

Xie Rong folded the boat tickets and put them in his bag, then helped Liu Quan onto the boat.

He sat in a lounge, leaning against the window, and watched as the port gradually allowed other people to board the ship after he had already boarded.

After the ship was fully loaded, the port staff also boarded.

The people who hadn't boarded the ship all gathered outside the locked railings. The originally noisy shouts gradually subsided for some reason, and they all quietly watched the last ship in Lizhou Port.

The steamship blew a horn, indicating that it would depart in three minutes.

Xie Rong was also quietly staring at the person outside the railing; he felt a sense of familiarity.

So familiar it sends chills down your spine.

He knew it so well that he would never forget that look in his eyes, even in death.

The secret realm collapsed, and countless evil spirits and vengeful ghosts escaped from the seal. The divine artifact ring on his finger emitted a scorching light, cleaving a crack in his path, a crack that only he could pass through.

But as soon as he leaves, the remaining disciples, who are all new to the sect and have low cultivation levels, will only face certain death.

Xie Rong glanced at the disciples, his gaze settling on the man at the very edge.

His good dog, he said he would protect him.

No, he not only wanted to protect him, but also all the fellow disciples in the sect. His master had said that those who are compassionate should love all living beings, so he chose a way that would benefit both sides.

This gap, barely wide enough for one person to pass through, was a small one. He sent his loyal dog out first to seek help, while the rest of the people hid behind him. He was confident he could hold out until his master and fellow disciples arrived.

But after he saw them off, the disciples began to complain about him.

"Junior brother, I like you too, so why are you letting him leave but not me?"

"Junior brother, what should we do?"

While casting a spell with his eyes closed, Xie Rong coldly threatened them with a stern face: "If you don't want to die, be quiet."

He remembered a formation his master had taught him, which should never be used except in dire circumstances. It was to use himself as the core of the formation and all his cultivation as the formation itself, so that all living beings within the formation could be kept safe until his spiritual power was exhausted.

After he used all his cultivation to set up the magic array, he turned around and saw his fellow disciples behind him quietly watching him and walking towards him step by step.

“Junior brother, that evil spirit said that if we take off our Floating Mountain Rings and give them to them, they will let us go.”

"Junior brother, I don't want to die... Please, don't be so selfish, save us!"

Xie Rong was trapped in the center of the formation and unable to move. He was pinned to the ground by several strong outer disciples. The one in the lead, the one who always followed him around, fawning over him and saying he admired him, grabbed his hand and slowly pulled off the ring on his index finger.

He heard himself trembling with despair as he cried out, "You can't take it off! Without the divine artifact protecting me, my spiritual power can't withstand this formation, and we'll all die!"

No! No!

The moment the Floating Mountain Ring completely left his fingertip, the formation collapsed instantly. Xie Rong's eyes welled up with tears as he watched the outer disciples run off in ecstasy from the reopened exit of the secret realm.

The demon transformed into human form, squatted down beside him, leaned down and lovingly stroked his cheek, laughing loudly: "Stay, stay and be my queen!"

It was as if countless hands were tearing the clothes off the back of the body.

Whoosh—!

The glass shattered on the floor, splashing water everywhere.

[Host... what's wrong with you?] The white slime trembled and huddled in the corner, watching Xie Rong's beautiful eyebrows suddenly turn ferocious, the resentful liquid in his eyes flowing with the waves, extremely cold, like a demon demanding death.

Xie Rong slowly turned his eyes like a puppet and looked at it: "Come here."

The system trembled, not daring to disobey his command, and, suppressing its fear, flew into his arms and nuzzled against his neck.

[Host, don't be sad.]

Xie Rong calmly raised his hand and patted its head.

[Warning! Warning! Lu Chuan's protagonist identity does not exist!]

[Protagonist information is abnormal; the protagonist's current pain level is zero!]

The system panel automatically issues an alarm.

[What should we do, host... The protagonist is gone, and we can't complete our mission...] The system burst into tears.

We're going to stay here forever.

Perhaps they will have to stay here forever.

The eyes of the people watching the ship gradually dimmed.

Suddenly, a woman's cries came from outside the railing.

When everyone turned around, they realized that a child who was no more than two years old had squeezed through the railing and was unknowingly crawling towards the shore.

But with the city gates of Lizhou about to be breached and the city itself in dire need of protection, who would care about the life or death of an infant?

Until they saw someone jump off the deck of the ship! They picked up the child and put him back in the woman's arms.

The man wore a hat, obscuring his face. He was tall and moved with a light step. He wore a white shirt and suit pants, the kind of clothes favored by male students in Lizhou, and leather boots. When he turned to leave, the back of his neck glowed white, like a streak of light in the dim eyes of the crowd, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The woman holding the child exclaimed in surprise. She pulled a crumpled roll of paper from the child's clenched fist and excitedly squeezed to the gate, waving it at the crew on the ship: "My child has a ticket! He wants to board!"

The crew member held a walkie-talkie, whispered something, listened for a moment, and then actually got off the ship and took the child from the woman's arms.

...

Woohoo—

That's the sound of a ship setting sail.

boom--

It was the sound of the city gate being breached.

One sound gradually recedes into the distance from my left ear, while another sound approaches from afar from my right ear.

Foreigners trampled the gate of the Lu residence onto the ground, and tanks drove through the gate.

Inside the main hall of the Lu residence.

The foreigner in the lead, dressed in military uniform, sat in the seat where Xie Rong used to enjoy tea. He spoke a sentence in a foreign language, and then the three men, who were bound hand and foot, were brought up by the soldiers.

The Second Master Lu, who had been expelled from the Lu family, was now smiling as he poured tea for the foreigners.

"General Lu, there's an old saying in your Central Plains: 'A wise man submits to circumstances.' Hand over the border defense maps of the fourteen cities to the south, and you can keep your house and the lives of your companions," the foreigner said with a smile.

Lu Chuan, who was tied up in the middle, closed his eyes and remained silent.

He heard the sound of the ship setting sail.

He died without regret.

His body will perish with Lizhou, and his soul will travel far away with that ship.

Seeing his ungrateful behavior, the foreigner angrily stood up, drew his knife, and a soldier suddenly strode in and whispered a few words in English.

The foreigner suddenly laughed.

"There's an old saying in the Central Plains: 'You won't shed tears until you see the coffin.' Bring the person up here."

A soldier carried in a thin person and threw them in front of the commander.

The foreigner lowered his gaze with interest and saw that the person on the ground had his hands handcuffed behind his back, and his hat had accidentally fallen off, revealing his long, black hair that had been wrapped in the hat, which was now spread out like silk, and his snow-white swan neck stretched into a beautiful and stunning arc.