Scourge Messenger

Chapter 339 Frankness
"It's not that I'm trying to eat it all by myself, it's just that I really have no other choice."

Yan Qing said helplessly, "The qualification to participate cannot be fought for. If you can, you can; if you can't, you can't. I can't explain too much."

Murong Hui pursed her lips, lowered her head and drew circles with her toes, then suddenly sighed: "I'm starting to dislike Lu Fang. I wish he hadn't come."

"why?"

"If he hadn't brought the news, we could have happily sung and played in the Demon Gathering Land. Even if you reached Foundation Establishment after we left, I wouldn't have been jealous... well, maybe I still would have been, but only a little bit." Murong Hui said sullenly, "Now that I know everything, even if I trust you, it's still a Foundation Establishment Pill, and I really, really want it too. I'll still feel a little disappointed. If you notice my disappointment, you'll think I'm not good-natured and won't be able to continue treating me as the virtuous and respected Sister Hui."

"What should we do? No one did anything wrong, but I feel like our relationship is about to crack!"

Seeing Murong Hui like this, Yan Qing's lips curled up slightly, and he reached out to roughly rub Murong Hui's cheek. Murong Hui glared at him angrily: "What, trying to provoke my anger?"

"No, I just think you're adorable like this," Yan Qing laughed. "And don't worry, I've never thought of you as someone of high moral standing. In my heart, you've always been a mischievous little cat with a terrible temper!"

"Go to hell!" Murong Hui slapped his hand away, put her hands on her hips, and said, "But you're right, I really am cute! Let's go, let's hunt down those creatures of the darkness!"

She grabbed Yan Qing's left hand and ran, and Yan Qing had to drive his "Wanderer's Rain Boots" to keep up with her pace. He glanced back and saw Ying Ru Shi silently following behind them, seemingly deep in thought.

As they passed a hot spring cabin, Ying Rushi suddenly stopped, and Yan Qing and Murong Hui also stopped.

While it's impossible to confirm the truth of Lu Fang's words, it's certain that the Baibao Guards came for Ying Rushi. They don't really need to part ways. During the day, Ying Rushi can hide in safe areas like hot spring huts, and at night they can meet up to rest together. This way, Yan Qing and Murong Hui can collect puppets with peace of mind, without worrying about the Baibao Guards' interference, and Ying Rushi's safety can also be guaranteed.

The biggest risk of this plan is that Ying Rushi, being alone, might be surrounded. However, compared to Yan Qing's involvement in the Foundation Establishment Pill, this risk is entirely worth taking. Therefore, even Murong Hui remained silent, quietly awaiting Ying Rushi's decision.

Yan Qing remained silent, his eyes like a deep pool, unfathomable and undisturbed.

After a brief silence, Ying Rushi took a deep breath and looked at them: "Yellow Dog, I've made up my mind."

"I want to be with you forever," she said. "Never to be apart from you!"

"Alright!" Murong Hui hugged Ying Rushi tightly. "What are the Hundred Guards? Do we need to avoid their attacks? Let's burn them to ashes together!"

Yan Qing raised her eyebrows: "Have you decided?"

"Decided."

"You won't change?"

"I won't change it."

Yan Qing smiled and said, "Then let's walk side by side together, White Fox."

Although the threat from the Hundred Guards has not yet been eliminated, the Foundation Establishment Pill has not yet been obtained, and the hope of transforming into the True Demon of Freedom is even more remote, at least for now, Yan Qing's most rational and outstanding teammate from the Thieves' Clan has finally established an unbreakable bond with him.

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...

Passing by a snack shop, the three of them habitually went in to replenish their energy; as third-level messengers, they needed to eat something whenever they had the chance. Seeing Murong Hui run up to the second floor, Ying Rushi took a deep breath and followed Yan Qing with a mix of trepidation and anticipation.

Yan Qing tore off a piece of cheese and fish sausage and held it to Ying Rushi's lips: "Want to try some? I quite like it."

Ying Rushi didn't take it, but instead opened her mouth and bit off half of it. "It's really good." Yan Qing glanced at the half-eaten piece still in his hand, then tore it clean and continued feeding Ying Rushi. The two walked and ate. Ying Rushi noticed that Yan Qing was only thinking about sharing his favorite food. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and asked casually, "After leaving the Demon Gathering Land... what are your plans?"

"Isn't this the question I asked you before? I was about to ask you the same thing. You're not thinking of causing trouble for Ying Le again, are you?"

“No more.” Ying Rushi shook her head and looked at him seriously, saying, “Never again. I will stay in the Thieves’ House and complete the fourth mission, the fifth mission, the sixth mission… until I reach the fourth stage of Foundation Establishment and have the ability to openly and fairly remove Ying Le from the throne.”

“But then,” she smiled slightly, “you’ll all have to come and help.”

"They're hard to say, but I never miss an opportunity to slap Ying Le," Yan Qing chuckled.

"And what about you? Besides the fourth mission, what are your plans for the future?"

"Hmm—" Yan Qing scratched his chin, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed: "I really don't have any plans, just to continue repeatedly farming the secret realm, or to explore the situation in other areas... Oh, I'm planning to go to Jiangnan City to meet up with Red Serpent for shopping."

Ying paused for a moment, then joked, "Will you still be wearing bandages then?"

"They might wear a mask, right?"

In truth, Yan Qing had also found the disguise quite troublesome these past few days. In Pingcheng, it was fine as long as he didn't have much contact with people, but once frequent contact was required, the disguise felt like wearing gloves while wiping his bottom with a tissue – an unnecessary and cumbersome process. He was just waiting for some wicked woman to insist he remove the bandages, at which point he would naturally abandon the disguise.

"If you only accompany Red Serpent shopping and Black Wolf finds out, you'll be in big trouble," Ying said with a smile.

“I also read books with Black Wolf. She likes to read comic books while drinking.” Yan Qing chuckled softly. “If being with Red Serpent is fun, then being with Black Wolf is peaceful.”

Anyway, Ying Ru had already figured out his relationship with the Black Wolf and the Red Serpent, so Yan Qing didn't mind talking to her about it. Or rather, only Ying Ru could talk to Yan Qing about this kind of topic.

"Aren't you afraid of being exposed? They're not exactly friendly people, and you might lose your teammates." Ying said. "I don't want to come to Thieves' House one day and find the lobby covered in blood."

Yan Qing's expression froze for a moment. He took a deep breath, clenched his fist, and said, "I will try my best!"

"You're two-timing me now, don't talk so passionately!" Ying Rushi said irritably.

Hearing Murong Hui come down the stairs, Yan Qing took two bottles of water from the freezer, handing one to Ying Rushi, "Shall we go?"

"I'll eat some more, you can go out first."

"it is good."

After Yan Qing walked away, Ying Ru took a bag of dark chocolate from the shelf, tore open the packaging, and took a big bite. The bitter taste filled her mouth. As she ate, tears streamed down Ying Ru's face, falling onto the dark chocolate and being eaten along with it.

Didn't you say you wanted me the most? Why do you still go shopping with Red Serpent and read books with Black Wolf in the future?
Didn't you say that as long as I take one step, you will take the remaining ninety-nine steps? Why didn't you confess your feelings, and instead spoke so tenderly about the sweet memories of Black Wolf and Red Serpent in front of me?

Didn't you say you loved me? Why... are you making me so sad again...?

original……

Were they all lies to me...?

Even after finishing the entire bar of dark chocolate, Ying Rushi didn't taste any sweet aftertaste, only the bitterness of the dark chocolate and the astringency of her tears. Through her tear-filled eyes, her pupils gradually turned into vertical slits, as if a straight wound had been drawn across her eyeballs, with blood red seeping outwards and spreading.

(End of this chapter)