Prime Minister Turtle lowered his eyes and glanced at Jiang Liu.
I kicked it as well.
Jiang Liu was caught off guard by the Turtle Prime Minister's sudden kick and crashed into the bamboo wall.
The golden lightning instantly charred him to a crisp.
Jiang Liuteng's forehead veins were bulging, and his mouth was wide open as if he could swallow a fist whole.
His throat seemed to be hoarse, unable to utter a single sound.
It was truly excruciating pain.
It took Jiang Liu quite a while to feel himself recover a little.
Then the Turtle Prime Minister raised his foot again.
"Wait, wait a minute!" Jiang Liu cried out in fright, "We've met before, and we even chatted and drank together."
Upon hearing this, the Turtle Prime Minister nearly exploded from his shell.
"Nonsense, I've never drunk wine with you." The Turtle Prime Minister said, kicking again.
This old bastard is trying to get himself killed.
Jiang Liu was kicked high into the air again.
This time, Jiang Liu finally screamed, the sound echoing throughout the entire courtyard.
"What are you howling about so late at night?" Mo Xuan slowly crawled over, tiny as a feather, but with a furrowed brow, utterly adorable.
"My lord," the Turtle Prime Minister immediately stood up straight, and said aggrievedly, "this old bastard has wronged me."
Mo Xuan glanced at Jiang Liu, who was flying in mid-air, and raised his little paw.
Then Jiang Liu was pulled right in front of him.
Upon meeting Mo Xuan's gaze, Jiang Liu's scream abruptly stopped, and she stared at Mo Xuan with a look of terror.
He had seen Mo Xuan during the day.
"You've got some nerve, daring to bully someone I'm protecting?" Mo Xuan asked slowly.
Upon hearing this, Prime Minister Turtle immediately straightened his back.
He looked at Jiang Liu and the others with a smug expression.
Did you hear that?
The Xuanwu God himself said that he was under its protection.
"No, I wouldn't dare," Jiang Liu stammered, waving his hands as if his courage had been shattered.
"That old bastard is wronging me, saying we had a long chat and drank together. I don't know such a heartless scoundrel," the Turtle Prime Minister complained.
“I, I’m not lying,” Jiang Liu hurriedly said. “Three thousand years ago, on a deserted island in the Canglan Sea, you and I met.”
"Bah!" the Turtle Prime Minister snorted. "I wasn't even born three thousand years ago."
"Ah?" Jiang Liu panicked: "But, but you look very alike, and it, its shell also has your mark..."
"Looks just like me? Also has this mark?" Prime Minister Turtle hurriedly asked, "Which isolated island did you meet? Are you still in contact?"
"You know him?" Mo Xuan asked.
"Our clan was once at its peak, worthy of being the overlord of the sea, but later, due to a traitor in the clan, we were almost wiped out."
“My grandfather risked his life to escape with my father, but he died not long after because of his serious injuries.”
“My father searched everywhere for that traitor, but he never found him before he died.”
"Before I died, I imprinted this mark on my body."
"I must find the turtle with this mark on its shell in my lifetime and bring it back to our clan's ancestral home to atone for the sins of our deceased clansmen."
As the Turtle Prime Minister spoke, his fists were clenched tightly: "Second Brother Jiang, tell me quickly, where is it?"
"I...I really don't know." Jiang Liu regretted it so much that he wanted to slap himself. He thought he could make a connection, but who would have thought that he would be courting disaster.
“I was trapped in the Western Continent for three thousand years. It was a chance encounter three thousand years ago, and we lost contact after that,” Jiang Liu said hurriedly.
"You drink and chat with such traitors; you're definitely not a good person," Prime Minister Turtle sneered.
"Since you can't sleep and don't want to rest, then play for a while." Mo Xuan said, kicking Jiang Liu towards the chicken coop next to him.
Before it even landed, a flame shot into the sky.
The ginger sizzled and squealed as it burned.
The next second, Huo Qing lazily walked out of the chicken coop: "So late at night, so interested? Let's have a game."
"Let's have a match, let's have a match!" Xingyi jumped out of the pond and chimed in with a smile.
Then, a Cuju (ancient Chinese football) competition was held in the courtyard.
Jiang Ze and the crow quickly moved to the side, afraid that they would be affected.
Jiang He looked around and then quietly moved to the side.
He would rather sacrifice his younger brother than himself.
Second brother, just accept the kicks obediently, and I'll comfort you properly later.
Compared to the liveliness in the courtyard, Han Xian felt rather depressed.
There was a problem with the teleportation platform.
They were teleported to a forbidden swamp deep in the mountains.
There is a weasel in the early stage of the Returning Origin Realm.
Such a level of understanding is nothing in their eyes.
He was killed by Han Xian almost in a single encounter.
However, before the weasel died, it released a foul odor that trapped Han Xian inside.
That smell was absolutely awful.
Although Han Xian broke through the stench barrier instantly, the stench was extremely persistent.
Even though he changed all his clothes and burned them, his hair and exposed skin were still stained quite a bit.
No matter how much you wash it, the smell just won't go away anytime soon.
Han Xian was so angry that he jumped up and down.
What bad luck.
Not only did the teleportation platform malfunction, but we also encountered such a troublesome weasel.
"Young master, this is the Hundred Flowers Fragrance." Han Qiaoqiao handed a small white jade bottle to Han Xian and said, "Use this to bathe, and you can wash away all filth."
"Mmm." Han Xian took it and couldn't wait to take a bath.
It soaked for a full two hours.
If it weren't for Han Qiaoqiao's repeated urging, he would have stayed up all night.
The stench of that weasel was incredibly potent for someone like him who was somewhat of a germaphobe.
Fortunately, he was a cultivator with a strong physique.
If an ordinary person were to take a bath for two hours, they would probably be wrinkled by now.
After getting dressed, Han Xian raised his hand and smelled it, frowned, and then stretched his arm out in front of Han Qiaoqiao: "Smell it, what does it smell like?"
Han Qiaoqiao did as she was told and smelled it, saying, "Young master, it smells like a hundred flowers."
"Really?" Han Xian smelled it again and indeed there was a faint floral fragrance, but he felt there was also a foul smell, though he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination.
“Young master, this Hundred Flowers Fragrance is no ordinary product; it can truly cleanse all impurities,” Han Qiaoqiao said.
"Hmm." Han Xian finally relaxed, leaning lazily against the soft couch, and asked, "Have you figured out where this place is?"
"In the old forest west of Yaocheng in the Southern Wilderness Continent," Han Qiaoqiao said. "Yaocheng is a relatively prosperous city, currently hosting a trade fair, attracting numerous merchants and travelers."
"Are there many merchants coming and going?" Han Xian stroked his chin and said, "Let's go take a look."
Who knows, maybe he'll just get incredibly lucky and run into one?
"Yes." Han Qiaoqiao nodded, put the soft couch and all the items into her storage ring, and then followed Han Xian's footsteps and left.
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