Beat up Xiaoqiang
Before dawn, the morning mist was thick.
Old Lin rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up. When he looked up, he saw a conspicuous bruise on Chen Ze's forehead.
Several crooked turtles were painted on the faces of Lao Ba and Lao Qing.
Old Qing reached out and nudged Chen Ze, but the latter remained motionless, breathing heavily, clearly deeply unconscious.
There was a rustling sound coming from the bushes in the distance. Jianyu was crouching down, peeking furtively in their direction.
Old Lin sighed and called out in her direction.
"Small... fried fish, right?"
She froze, then immediately lay down on the ground pretending to be dead, just like a stranded salted fish.
Do you know where Xiaoqiang is?
Upon hearing that it wasn't a formality, Jianyu instantly sprang to his feet, his eyes shining as if he had discovered a new continent.
"Me? Of course I know! But..."
She smiled slyly, took out a box of paints from her bosom, and tiptoed closer to Chen Ze.
The pen flew across the paper, and in a moment, Chen Ze's cool and aloof face was painted into a mess of colors, resembling a cat.
Even the snow-white robes were "carefully" adorned with a few abstract little flowers.
He clapped his hands in satisfaction as he fried the fish.
"Alright, let's go!"
At noon, the dragon's nest
After traversing the winding mountain road, we finally arrived at Xiaoqiang's lair.
They had intended to finish the battle quickly, but the scene before them took their breath away.
The ferocious-looking Xiao Qiang was now lying obediently at the feet of a man in black robes, like a tamed dog.
The man had his back to us, fiddling with a jet-black scale in his hand, and muttering something under his breath.
Pan-fried Fish stood on tiptoe, pointing to the black dragon lying not far away.
"Look, the one with two whiskers on its head is Xiaoqiang."
Before he finished speaking, Lao Lin and Lao Qing had already stepped forward in perfect unison.
Amidst the clashing sword lights, the black dragon collapsed to the ground before it could even utter a complete roar.
On the other side, Lao Ba swiftly kicked the man in black robes into the rushing river, the splashing water reflecting a rainbow of colors in the morning light.
"Thanks, fried fish."
Old Lin handed her several precious medicinal herbs.
"We need to rush back to get the boss treated."
As he spoke, Old Lin grabbed one of Chen Ze's arms, who was still unconscious, and prepared to leave.
But then I heard the sound of footsteps behind me.
"I want to go back to the guild with you!"
Pan-fried Fish carried a bulging little bundle on his back, clutching a box of paints in his hand, his eyes shining as if they were filled with starlight.
Old Lin couldn't help but chuckle.
"Have you thought it through? If you go, you'll be part of our gang."
"certainly!"
She answered decisively, and then casually added a lifelike little turtle to Chen Ze's face.
The journey home was much faster than the journey there.
Three hours later, the familiar gates of the guild were in sight.
Pushing open the door, I saw the eldest brother lying leisurely on the bed, reading a storybook.
"Boss! We're back!"
Old Eight's loud voice startled the sparrows under the eaves.
Old Lin immediately began processing the black dragon's scales in preparation for making medicine.
Old Qing then strode towards the mountain of official documents.
Chen Ze was casually placed on a bench in the corner, the turtle on his face particularly eye-catching in the sunlight.
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