Ji Fengyao and Shang Xiye arrived at the city gate early to see them off.
Upon seeing Ji Chenhai, Ji Fengming, and Hei Xiao arrive, Ji Fengyao and Xi Que happily ran out to greet them.
"Dad, brother, you both look so handsome in these outfits!"
"Yes, Boss, Young Master, you two are really impressive today!"
The Chen family father and son: "..."
The onlookers: "..."
They really are a bunch of bandits; their aesthetic sense is so similar.
"Little Yao'er, I'm still here." Black Owl jumped down from Ghost Mask and stroked his smooth forehead.
Today, he had unusually tied all his black hair up on top of his head with a jade crown, revealing his clear features.
Her every frown and smile was like a blooming peach blossom, her beauty and stunning charm beyond description.
Seeing such beautiful colors, Ji Fengyao was delighted and sincerely praised, "You look beautiful too."
"Awoo..." The ghost-faced creature scurried up and scratched its claws on the ground unhappily.
And Lao Tzu, when you're praising someone, how can you forget that I'm the invincible number one Yazi Beast in the universe?
Ji Fengyao sensed the ghost mask's complaining thoughts and approached it with a smile.
She took out a small porcelain bottle from her storage ring under the cover of her wide sleeves. While touching it, she fed the contents of the bottle into its mouth and said to it with a telepathic spell, "I haven't forgotten you. I've prepared some good drinks for you. The rest are with Black Owl. You'd better treat him well on the journey, or I won't be able to stop him from skimping on your rations."
"Awoo? Awoo!"
Ghost Face was initially puzzled, then his eyes flashed with a mixture of wild joy and resentment.
Damn it, I really did pick the wrong person!
Why should I bother with that wicked master? I should have waited another ten years or so to weed this little brat!
Just as the ghost-faced man's crimson tongue was about to lick the little bandit's face, Shang Xiye stepped forward in time, rolled up his sleeves to block it, and threw an extremely dangerous glare at him: "When you go to the Northwest, don't act recklessly like before. You must obey Xiao Chen's orders, or when you come back, I will skin you alive to make winter clothes."
"Awoo!" The ghost-faced creature blinked its eyes in a very human-like manner, which was taken as an agreement.
Shang Xiye was puzzled: "You've been unusually well-behaved today."
Ghost Face silently scratches his claws:
I am a righteous and principled beast, and I do not bow down because of your violent threats, you unscrupulous master.
Beasts live for food, and I'm just getting food for my mistress!
Xiao Chen?
Duke Chen frowned, his brows furrowing slightly. He had always heard them call him "Divine Doctor Xiao," but he hadn't paid much attention to the name of a江湖人士 (jianghu figure). Now, hearing the Ninth Prince mention it, a thought flashed through his mind, but he couldn't quite recall it when he tried to think about it.
Impatient with seeing this group of bandits being so intimate with the Ninth Prince, Duke Chen solemnly reminded him in a cold voice, "Marquis Anping, it's getting late, shouldn't we set off?"
"Isn't it said that the third quarter of the morning is an auspicious time? There's still a quarter of an hour to go, no rush," Ji Chenhai replied calmly.
She hadn't felt it a couple of days ago, but now that she heard them say they were leaving, Ji Fengyao's nose suddenly stung with tears.
She rushed forward and threw herself into Ji Chenhai's arms, hugging him tightly. Her voice was choked with emotion as she said, "Father, you must take good care of yourself when you go to the Northwest. You must not just focus on making military merits and getting kills once you're on the battlefield. Those things are not important. Your health is the most important thing, okay?"
"Silly child, Daddy promises you, I will definitely come back safely." Ji Chenhai's heart softened, and he gently patted his daughter's head, his eyes full of entrustment as he looked at Shang Xiye not far away.
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