Li Changzhou raised his right hand, and a beam of emerald light shot up from afar and landed in his hand.

After breaking through the limits and gaining 'ability', the ability to wield a single weapon also takes on a new effect, becoming more closely connected with the bound weapon—recalling the Emerald Bee Sword back into one's hand is one such manifestation of this intimacy.

“Wait,” Chunhuang floated in the air, a veil of mist swirling around his arms, “there is no reason for us to continue fighting.”

bidige.

Li Changzhou remained silent.

"Does a battle between black cards and white cards need a reason?" Yang Qinglan said.

“Unlike black cards, white cards allow us to do whatever we want, and you can set the conditions.” As Chunhuang spoke, he frowned slightly, looked down at his leg, and saw that his long, straight, fair right calf had been broken by a kick.

"Sister Chunhuang, why don't you hand over your identity card and we'll let you go?" Li Qianxia said with a smile.

Yang Qinglan softly chanted: "But you—my Lord, are my glory, my shield, and make me lift up my head."

The golden holy armor shines ever brighter and more sacred, enhanced by the holy light shield.

The Spring Emperor raised his head, revealing a bewitching smile. His smile was so captivating that it made all the beauties of the six palaces pale in comparison.

Li Changzhou was slightly distracted. Spring Emperor dodged the Black Death God and landed further away, while also dodging the thorns that Yang Qinglan casually threw out.

"You guys really like ambushes, don't you?" Chunhuang complained playfully.

“Listen to what people are saying,” she added. “My goal is not a mission. Otherwise, with my beauty, it would be easy for me to either encourage the Song family to send troops to attack the Li family or encourage the Li family to send troops to attack the Song family.”

"Based on your good looks?" Li Changzhou laughed.

The Spring Emperor stared at him for a while, then suddenly laughed: "Li Changzhou, do you know how charming I am?"

"How did you know my charm is 9 points?" Li Changzhou asked curiously.

"...Hmph!" Chunhuang snorted in dissatisfaction, like a cute girlfriend stamping her foot and whining, "Do you know what my instincts are?"

"Wait a moment." Li Changzhou planted the Emerald Bee Sword in the ground and took out a heavy machine gun.

Da da da da da da da!

Smoke filled the air, flames soared into the sky, and the smell of fire was pungent; it lasted for a full minute.

Amid the gunfire, Yang Qinglan's delicate lips softly recited: "Those who love to shed blood and are deceitful are abhorrent to the Lord; you will destroy those who speak lies."

The Spring Emperor was unharmed, but the wall and street behind her had been carved into a tunnel by the hail of bullets.

"It seems they are truly immune to thermal weapons, and for quite some time." Li Changzhou put away the heavy gun, drew his Emerald Bee Sword, and reported to Yang Qinglan.

“It’s not ‘very long,’ it’s ‘forever,’” Chunhuang said. “In modern times, any player with a brain would choose the skill that grants immunity to firearms immediately.”

"What is your instinct?" Yang Qinglan asked.

"Your favorite concubine," the Spring Emperor smiled enigmatically, "is S-rank."

Li Qianxia immediately gave her brother a meaningful look—I want it!

Li Changzhou looked at Yang Qinglan—Do you want it?

Yang Qinglan smiled.

The Spring Emperor looked the three of them up and down, but he could not see any fear, cowardice, or even hesitation in them.

This is an S-class item.

Let alone S-rank, even the Tsar's princess's A-rank instinctive telekinesis, if she kept her distance, could easily take down Li Changzhou and his two companions—without teleporting or hiding in the Honey Pot World.

"One of the little tricks of the favored concubines," the Emperor thought warily, but remained outwardly calm and arrogant, "anyone whose charm is less than mine will fall in love with me if I want to. Tell me—can I persuade the Song or Li families?"

"What is visualization?" Yang Qinglan asked again.

“Soaring through the clouds, flying…” Chunhuang’s expression changed, her seductive eyes flashing like lightning as she lingered over Yang Qinglan. “What were you secretly reciting just now!”

The phoenix is ​​majestic and awe-inspiring, inspiring both fear and admiration.

Yang Qinglan smiled slightly and did not answer. Without a favored concubine, she was still so beautiful that people were in awe of her natural beauty.

Her gaze swept towards the direction of the pear orchard gate, and she could already hear the sound of military vehicles; a large force was on its way.

Looking again at Chunhuang's injured right leg, it seemed to have healed at some point.

From the start of the battle, only two or three minutes had passed. Since Li Bichang's death, Songcheng had been under high alert, and there was no time left.

"How do we cooperate?" Yang Qinglan asked.

"Let's find another place." Facing them, the Spring Emperor slowly retreated into the night sky, and only when he was far enough away did he turn around and fly away.

"It seems the poison has no effect on her either," Li Changzhou said.

The king cobra swam over and bit each of them. Ever since they were blown away, the king cobra had been secretly releasing colorless and odorless venom under his command.

"If you can think of resisting firearms, you'll naturally think of resisting poison." Yang Qinglan swallowed a low-grade blood bead, and the snake fang mark on her wrist healed rapidly.

Li Qianxia, ​​who was being bitten by a king cobra, looked at her in surprise: "You know my brother had Golden Crown snakes release venom?"

She knew nothing.

"I don't know, but I can guess. Do you think it's normal for your brother to stand still when he sees a beautiful woman?"

"Hello......"

Putting away the king cobra, the three of them rode on the butterfly and, relying on Little Radish's ability to smell, chased after Spring Emperor—Little Radish wasn't poisoned; she ran away at the first sign of danger.

Butterflies flutter slowly, but they are not in a hurry. They need time to think, and being slow has its advantages—they won't be noticed.

"Can that woman's instincts really make all those less attractive than her fall in love with her?" Li Qianxia asked worriedly.

She had no desire to fall in love with a woman—judging by appearances, the Emperor's charm had nine points.

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