Durin's Diary

Chapter 1024 Shuyao Spring

When Eleven appeared before Dulin again, Dulin felt as if he were seeing a shadow of history. The braid was thick and long, but it seemed to have grown right into Dulin's heart.

"Luckily you didn't wear that big floral cotton-padded jacket, or I would have been laughing about it for the rest of my life," Big Orange grumbled.

"It's not impossible," Eleven replied with a smile.

"Are you a snake?! How can you get on a stick like that?!" Big Orange let out a flustered shriek.

"You provoked me first!!" Eleven gave a sharp reply.

The two androids instantly began fighting.

Dulin covered her face with her hands—when they were still balls, fighting was just two balls bumping back and forth; now that they have bodies, they've started using advanced fighting techniques.

What? You mean by advanced fighting techniques?

Isn't it just pulling hair, pulling the corners of the mouth, and pulling the front armor plate skin?

This is unbelievable! Who taught them to fight like this? Couldn't they have learned some chokeholds, Superman punches, or rock bombs?

The two omnics were still arguing when Anta walked over and asked, "Is it Eleven?"

"Yes." Eleven, who was pulling at the corner of Big Orange's eye, nodded quickly.

“You two stop fooling around and come with me to beat someone up.” Anta said, glancing at Dulin, “You shouldn’t go. If you go, we won’t be able to beat him up.”

"It's nothing, I'll go invisible. Tell me what happened." Du Lin thought to himself, how could someone like me, who loves watching a good show, not go and see what's going on?

"The little girl from the Candle Dragon Pavilion has been bullied to the face, and she's even a half-breed of our grassland elves. This isn't over today. Lid is already in position, and when the time comes, she'll make those bitches fly and their breasts explode."

"No, who taught you this Changtang dialect? It's so vulgar," Du Lin asked, barely suppressing a laugh.

"They spoke first, it's outrageous! These days, young girls not only act like mistresses, but they also retaliate." Anta was clearly angry.

"Now that you mention it, I'm even more curious," Dulin said, putting his hands in his pockets as he looked out the door, where people were packed in layers upon layers.

In other words, Chief Ping recently took leave—he said that with the Three Passes and Four Seas now settled, he was going to Shanhaiguan to contribute his nearly dead youth.

So without him, and with no new chief selected for the Candle Dragon Pavilion, it all seems rather hasty.

In Anta's introduction, the little girl Zhulong had a childhood sweetheart outside, someone she grew up with. Later, she entered Zhulong Pavilion, while he entered the Celestial Master's Mansion. Isn't this the third son of the Celestial Master's Mansion?

That's awesome! It's the kind of excitement Dulin loves to see!

"No, your hobby is really weird. What's so interesting about girls fighting?" Daju looked at Dulin with some confusion, thinking that her patient probably had something wrong with his head today.

"You don't understand. The way those two girls are clearly super strong, but when they fight, all they do is pull hair and tug at each other's eyes, is very much the artistry of professional wrestling. It would be even more exciting if they could learn some finishing moves and special techniques," Dulin replied seriously.

Then Eleven and Big Orange bit his head from both sides—Dulin had never seen a prosthetic mouth open so wide and so deep before.

Anta laughed until tears streamed down her face, but she clearly knew to prioritize business, so she called Eleven and Orange and plunged headlong into the crowd.

Dulin, with teeth marks on his forehead, climbed onto the wall to watch the commotion.

The girl who arrived was quite pretty; she looked like she was mixed race, with long legs, wavy hair, and a figure that was all you could want. Compared to the sobbing little girl next to Anta, who was short, had braids, and cried like a delicate flower, but lacked any physical attributes, Dulin immediately understood. See, that's all men understand—having everything you want is humanity's ultimate pursuit; having nothing is just not good enough, right?

What do you understand?

Anta's spiritual rebuke followed.

If it weren't for the fact that everyone was watching, the Romantic Level 9 Divine Art Death Grip would probably already be at Dulin's collar, and the next second Dulin would probably be flying to Anta's side with this skill, squeaking and yelling.

"Mrs. Anta, you're meddling too much in this matter today," the young woman said, looking at Anta with displeasure.

"Chief Ping of the Candle Dragon Pavilion isn't here, but she's still considered one of my clansmen, so I'm going to take charge of this matter today. What do you say? If you're not happy, let's go outside and have a fight." Anta didn't mince words, clearly ready to fight if anyone disagreed.

Lid stood beside her; the girl was wearing loose pajamas today, clearly having woken up quite late.

Melinda stood beside her, picking her nails with a hunting knife.

"Madam, you've gone too far! You're a renowned legend, aren't you afraid people will laugh at you for bullying the weak?" The young lady's henchmen launched a verbal battle.

"What are you people, what height and mixed race? You come to the Candle Dragon Pavilion to bully children, and now you dare to say we're bullying the weak!"

Elaine put her hands on her hips and started exchanging trash talk with the girl who looked quite sturdy.

Du Lin turned his head and glanced at the old master sitting next to him. The latter had a string of candied hawthorns in his hand. When he saw Du Lin looking over, he quickly handed him a string: "What are you doing here watching the fun today?"

"The girls are fighting and pulling each other's hair, I'm just watching the show." Du Lin took the candied hawthorn, took a bite, and said, "It's pretty crunchy."

“Absolutely, the candied hawthorns made in Changyue Hutong are the best in Beijing.” After saying that, the old master looked at the brats from Zhulong Pavilion below and said, “If a fight breaks out later, I’ll drag that young lady out. You won’t stop me, will you?”

"Who is she to you? She stole the lover of a young lady from the Candle Dragon Pavilion, stormed the gates of our Candle Dragon Pavilion, and now you have to come and pull her out of the game." Du Lin said, looking the old man up and down.

"A descendant of an old friend." The latter blushed.

"Damn it, speak like a human being," Dulin laughed.

"She is a descendant of my ancestor and me," the old master added somewhat awkwardly.

“Since you’ve said so, I’ll definitely let you take that person away.” Du Lin’s smile stretched from ear to ear.

You see, this old Taoist priest made a mistake when he was young, right? He had a mistress and even had children. Now that he's about to be beaten, he's risking his reputation to come and save her. You can imagine that his ancestor must have been a woman he deeply loved.

"Love is a difficult thing to overcome, old man."

"is not that right."

The old master took the cigarette from Du Linfen, and the two were about to start smoking on the wall when they heard a noise coming from the gate.

They turned their heads together and saw several trucks driving by.

The young man who jumped out of the lead car, carrying a wooden stick, shouted: "Beat them up!"

Wow, this is going to be quite a spectacle!

(End of this chapter)