nycdaug Chapter 182 Tent 2
Chapter 182 Tent 2
Just like in the original story, Lin Qiye disguised himself as Li Deyang and communicated with Chen Han. At a different time but in the same place, Chen Han once again saw through Lin Qiye's disguise at a glance, except this time there was no Li Deyang's father or daughter.
"If you're not Uncle Li, then who are you?!" Chen Han suddenly drew his long sword from his waist and pointed it directly at Lin Qiye.
Lin Qiye was taken aback, then dispelled the magic and returned to his original appearance.
“Li Deyang has died in battle. This is his Night's Watch badge that I picked up from the ground.” As he spoke, Lin Qiye took out a badge engraved with Li Deyang’s name from his pocket. It was the Night's Watch badge that the Emperor of Fengdu had discarded when he first awakened!
Upon seeing the genuine badge, Chen Han's expression froze for a moment, then he suddenly thrust his knife towards Lin Qiye, shouting:
"I don't believe it! You killed Uncle Li, you're trying to lie to me, aren't you! Hahaha, I've seen through your scheme!" Chen Han seemed to have gone mad, his eyes turned blood red, but his movements seemed to have become a little lighter, the long knife slightly deflected, stabbing towards the badge of Li Deyang in Lin Qiye's hand.
Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes slightly, showing no panic in the face of Chen Han's longsword. A black aura emanated from him, completely enveloping Chen Han's right hand that was holding the longsword, rendering it immobile.
“Li Deyang is dead in battle, that’s a fact. If I had killed him, I wouldn’t have come to inform you; if I had killed him, you would be dead by now.” As he spoke, Lin Qiye’s eyes widened slightly, and Chen Han’s right hand, shrouded in darkness, uncontrollably threw out a long sword, which pierced the ceiling.
Chen Han's eyes widened. Yes, he should accept this fact. Lin Qiye's actions just now showed that if he could make the long knife in his hand stab the ceiling, he could naturally stab his neck as well.
However, Lin Qiye's last words forced Chen Han to believe him.
"Before Li Deyang died, he asked me to say a few words to you." Lin Qiye turned and walked to the door, tilting his head slightly and glancing sideways at Chen Han. "He said that from now on, Squad 332 will be in your hands, and you can use the collections in his cabinet for him."
After saying that, Lin Qiye turned and left. A shadow of darkness appeared again, closing the wooden door to the room for him.
After a long while, Chen Han remained standing in the same spot, still holding the long knife and thrusting it towards himself. Finally, he moved.
Chen Han walked blankly to the office cabinet, opened the second drawer at the bottom, and found it filled with cigarettes.
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"Damn! Qi Ye, when did you become as good at acting as Yue Ge? Especially that scene where you turned your head to the side, it was so fake!" After leaving the house, Baili Pangpang quickly caught up with Lin Qi Ye, looking on with envy.
"It's just a spontaneous remark, I'm not trying to be pretentious..." Lin Qiye waved his hand modestly. He had long wanted to show off like Yue Ge, but because he wasn't strong enough, the enemies he encountered were all stronger than him, so he couldn't. Now that he had such a good opportunity, he naturally wanted to seize it.
"Tch, even Versailles looks a lot like Yue-ge." Baili Pangpang said with disdain. "By the way, what's wrong with Yue-ge? Should we go see him again?" For some reason, Baili Pangpang felt that something was fishy about this, but he just couldn't figure out what it was.
"Let's... let's wait for Brother Yue here. He should come to find us after he finishes his business."
Lin Qiye felt a little embarrassed. He couldn't help but glance at the Mortal Realm and saw Yue Ge and Ning Bing pressed together. He was so startled that he quickly closed his eyes, and even the Mortal Realm reflexively shut down. You have to know that the Mortal Realm is a passive divine ruin, and this kind of shutdown is unprecedented.
Inside the tent in the distance, the sounds of rapid breathing and rustling clothes almost echoed throughout the tent, which was filled with a sensual and ambiguous atmosphere. Even an experienced person would blush at the sight of this scene.
Ningbing let out a series of subtle, soft moans, and more and more of her exposed skin was revealed, her pink face and skin turning a rosy blush, making one want to do something.
As a man who had never been in a relationship, Ling Yue really didn't know what to do, so he could only keep fiddling with Ning Bing's body, making both of them blush.
Gradually, Ningbing, whose body was being manipulated by Ling Yue, became increasingly aroused, secreting a sticky, sweet scent that made Ling Yue, who was already breathing rapidly, even more frenzied.
“...Want...to…” Ningbing gasped, her hot breath hitting Ling Yue’s face, causing him to uncontrollably succumb to a primal, beastly ferocity.
Ling Yue was like Dian Wei encountering Daji—completely driven mad, relentlessly ravaging Daji until she uttered sounds of submission and moaning. But he was merely imitating her—missing the essence.
However, just as Ling Yue had mastered the technique and was about to take it a step further, a cold wind suddenly blew in from the outside, blowing into the tent that was not closed properly, and onto Ning Bing and Ling Yue, who were almost naked.
"Hiss!" With their strength, the two of them would naturally not be frozen by this mere cold wind, but the tent was filled with ambiguous pink and rosy atmosphere. A sudden gust of wind dispersed the ambiguous pink and rosy, sticky and seductive air.
"Master~" Ningbing said sweetly, not caring about anything else, only wanting to finish what she was doing. Her voice made Ling Yue think that even Daji, the concubine of King Zhou, was no more charming than her.
Looking at Ningbing's flushed face beneath him, Ling Yue felt his blood boiling. If he didn't hit her with a punching bag or stop her from recovering naturally, it would definitely leave lasting effects.
However, the possibility of Lin Qiye and the others arriving at any moment made Ling Yue dare not continue. He needed to at least go back to his room or a hotel.
"No, let's go back first and talk in the room." Ling Yue's face was flushed, but he still firmly refused Ning Bing's invitation.
"No way!" Ningbing almost burst into tears when she saw Ling Yue like this. She could only look at Ling Yue with a wronged expression, hoping that her master would change his mind.
"No, my mind is made up. We'll talk about it when we get back!" Ling Yue's tone became serious, after all, he didn't want others to see him having this meeting with Ning Bing.
However, Ningbing had no idea what Ling Yue was worried about, and could only watch him anxiously.
A minute later, Ling Yue and Ning Bing's desire was slowly subsiding. Just when Ling Yue thought the matter was over, Ning Bing suddenly grabbed Ling Yue's body, her voice pitiful.
"Master, I saw on my phone that it's easy to get sick from holding it in all the time. How about I use my hand to soothe you?"
"No...no!" Ling Yue was about to refuse righteously, but Ning Bing didn't even bother to get his consent. She swiftly and gently used her soft hands to...