The eunuch, as tall as an iron tower, flicked his hand in his sleeve, and a small bomb, the size of a marble but with the power of four or five hand grenades, shot out.
"Fire!" A military officer drew his bow and shot an arrow.
The Qing soldiers raised their muskets, bang!
The unassuming scholar coughed lightly, and transparent insects flew out of his mouth with the cough, hiding behind lightning, small bombs, arrows, and bullets.
This is the drawback of gathering as soon as you meet someone.
Li Qianxia flashed and instantly appeared behind Li Changzhou.
But it is also an advantage—
Li Changzhou's eyes shone with a dazzling red light.
The scorching gaze was devastating, melting away lightning, destroying bombs, and dissolving arrows and projectiles.
On the other side of the portal, hellish wails echoed as crimson beams of light sliced through butter with unbridled force, masts snapped, bodies burned through, and warships were pierced, leaving several black lines.
The portal closed, and the red light in Li Changzhou's eyes slowly disappeared.
"These players are fast runners," he said with a hint of regret.
Two were wounded, but one was not killed.
"It's because the portal is too small, limiting your performance, brother." Li Qianxia patted her brother's shoulder.
She wasn't giving him a massage; she was simply standing behind him, her hands unconsciously resting on his head. But Li Changzhou still made an expression of enjoyment, as if she were giving him a massage.
"What is your identity?" Yang Qinglan asked Li Qianxia.
“A secret expert from the Qing Dynasty was ordered to assassinate Zheng Jing, the son of Zheng Chenggong.” Li Qianxia gripped her brother’s neck with her wrist.
Yang Qinglan looked at Li Changzhou.
Li Changzhou gently patted his sister's elbow, which was gripping his throat. Li Qianxia then changed from gripping to embracing him, resting her chin on his head.
“The Immortal of Penglai, the Dharma King of the East Sea,” Li Changzhou said, “seems to be a fraud. What about you?”
Before Yang Qinglan could speak, Li Qianxia sneezed and exclaimed, "Brother, why do you have such long hair like a woman?"
Li Changzhou closed his eyes slightly, wiped his face with his hand, unsure if he had been sprayed with saliva.
“It’s the Ming Dynasty now, can’t we act a bit like people from ancient times?” Yang Qinglan smiled as she looked at Li Qianxia.
Li Qianxia withdrew her hand cautiously, as if afraid of stepping on a landmine.
"Your Majesty!" Several believers snatched the drowning soldiers from the soldiers and brought them to Li Changzhou.
Li Changzhou glanced at it and asked, "What's your name?"
The soldier looked up at him like a wolf, his bloodshot eyes staring at him, seawater dripping wetly onto the deck.
"The Dharma King is asking you a question!" A believer raised his hand and slapped the soldier across the face.
The soldier raised his head, spat out a mouthful of bloody foam from the corner of his mouth.
"Under the banner of Lord Koxinga and Prince Yanping, come forth Governor Huang An!"
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