Peninsula: I'm being supported by a top idol.

Chapter 98 The Ghost Who Stole Life [Reward from Dao Realm Alliance Leader Kun]

Idols' dates usually involve strolling around Dongdaemun late at night or going to the Han River.

But Choi Si-an was unaware of these unspoken rules of the idol industry.

He felt that although he had barely managed to protect himself, he couldn't be so arrogant as to take someone to wander around the headquarters of the Hell Messenger late at night.

Who knows how deep the water is in there? What if a spirit official who doesn't like him suddenly appears?

Fortunately, Liu Zhimin wasn't really going. As long as he agreed to her request, everything would be fine. For example, he could secretly kiss her cheeks from behind while she was engrossed in looking at her phone.

Then, pretending to ask, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

Liu Zhimin, beaming, said, "Okay, I'm not sleeping tonight."

"..——"

"Aren't you sleepy at all?" Cui Shi'an pretended to yawn. "How about we dream together?"

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"Tch, don't give me that crap. You can sleep wherever you want. But we're flying overseas early tomorrow morning, and our manager will be coming too. You have to leave before six, okay?"

Liu Zhimin knew that if she were to actually lie in bed with him, she would be the one who couldn't control herself first.

Cui Shi'an sighed inwardly, wondering why Tian Ming could so easily get girls into bed.

Why does it not work at all when it comes to myself?

"Overseas? How many days?"

"Two days, I'll call you then."

"Alright." Cui Shi'an lay straight down on the ground, put his hands behind his head, closed his eyes, and pretended to sleep.

Seeing this, Liu Zhimin walked over and gave him a light kick, amused: "I told you to go to bed."

Cui Shi'an's eyes remained closed: "Taking off clothes is too much trouble, I'll just take a nap like this."

"Oh, really—should I turn off the light for you?"

"Kenchana~" He raised his right palm and gently swiped, and the room lights automatically turned off. The girl was stunned by his skillful action.

"Now you look like a monster." She muttered to herself, pouting, and sat down next to him with her tablet in her arms.

Cui Shi'an smiled and yawned silently. This time he was really sleepy. After a while, even breathing could be heard from the room.

"What? He's really asleep?" Seeing how soundly he was sleeping, Liu Zhimin also felt a little drowsy, so he simply lay down next to him with his tablet in his arms.

Report!

A sharp shout, growing louder as it approached, shattered the silence of the mountain forest.

A soldier dressed as a scout rushed over and knelt on one knee!

Not far ahead of him, Cui Yuan, dressed in dark hunting attire, was squatting beside a striped tiger that had just died.

The tiger was enormous, with a ferocious "king" character on its forehead. However, a long ring-pommel sword was stuck in its neck, seemingly pinning it to the ground. Blood gushed from its wound, staining the withered leaves beneath it red.

"General! We've spotted Japanese tracks ten miles ahead, in the valley! But—the situation is strange!"

Upon hearing this, Cui Yuan abruptly stood up: "How is it strange?"

"Those Japanese—like madmen, undeterred by pain, are fighting fiercely against the Silla people! The battle is incredibly brutal!"

A glint of light flashed in Cui Yuan's eyes: "How many men?"

"About a hundred! But each one looked like a mad tiger!"

"Do you know who you fought against in Silla?"

"Judging from the carriage's construction and the tattered flags, this must be a royal procession from Silla! General, should we return to camp and muster the troops? There might be something supernatural going on!"

Cui Yuan's lips curled into a cold smile as he casually tossed the blood-stained cloth onto the tiger's corpse: "No need. No matter how strange it is, it's just a mere Japanese. Bring me your sword!"

"Yes, sir!"

His personal guards had already led over his warhorse and presented him with a long sword with a black scabbard and a ring pommel.

Cui Yuan mounted his horse with nimble and swift movements, his ring-pommel sword placed horizontally in front of the saddle. He glanced at the tiger carcass on the ground and ordered his men, "You all drag this fellow back to the camp to take care of him. The pelt must be intact. My younger sister at home has always been afraid of the cold. This tiger's fur is thick, and I want to make her a fur coat for winter."

"Don't worry, General!"

Cui Yuan said no more, pulled on the reins, and the warhorse neighed loudly, turned around, and carried him like an arrow into the depths of the dense forest.

Elsewhere, on the edge of the valley, the situation was extremely precarious.

The Silla guards' formation had already been shattered, with many corpses lying scattered on the ground. The remaining dozen or so guards fought desperately to protect a beautifully dressed young woman, retreating as they fought.

Their opponents—those ragged Japanese pirates—each had an eerie green light in their eyes and made strange noises that were not human. Even if they were hit by several arrows and swords, as long as they were not fatally wounded, they would still rush forward fearlessly!

The girl in the middle, dressed in a light gold embroidered blouse and a rosy long skirt, was holding a delicate longbow and constantly nocking and shooting arrows.

Her archery skills were exceptional; every arrow aimed straight for the throat and heart of the Japanese pirates, and those struck by her arrows fell instantly.

The girl's face was now pale, and her hair was soaked with sweat. As she shot arrows, she urgently asked the guards beside her, "Is it possible to break through?"

However, the number of Japanese pirates was too great, and their attacks were relentless. Most of the guards had been killed or wounded, and the defensive line was on the verge of collapse.

"Princess! Run!" Several blood-soaked guards roared, using their bodies to create an opening.

The girl gritted her teeth, about to seize the opportunity to rush out, when a group of green-eyed Japanese soldiers suddenly appeared from the side, instantly filling the gap again and completely trapping her and the last few guards under a huge ancient tree.

The sounds of clashing swords, roars, and cracking bones filled the air as guards fell one after another.

In the blink of an eye, she was left all alone, leaning against a rough tree trunk, surrounded by dozens of Japanese pirates with eerie green eyes, who were like ghosts, with nowhere to retreat.

The Japanese pirates let out greedy, bloodthirsty cries and pressed closer step by step.

A desperate resolve flashed in the girl's eyes.

She did not want to be humiliated, much less to have the dignity of the royal family fall into the hands of such evil beings.

She drew an arrow with a rooster pattern carved on its tail from the quiver and pressed the arrowhead against her heart.

Just as she was about to thrust in forcefully, "Kill—!!!"

A black-clad rider, like a thunderbolt cleaving through turbid waves, crashed into the rear of the Japanese pirates with unstoppable force!

It was Cui Yuan!

The moment he charged into the enemy ranks, he sensed something was wrong!

These Japanese pirates have strange eyes, and their movements are stiff yet frantic, as if they have no sense of pain or fear.

But his momentum had already begun, and his ring-pommel sword was drawn with a fierce motion, drawing a bright arc in the sunlight!

"Pfft!"

With a flash of the blade, two Japanese pirates were cut in half at the waist!

However, the two severed bodies writhed on the ground a few times, and the upper body even crawled with its hands, trying to grab the horse's legs!

Cui Yuan's pupils contracted slightly.

"General, be careful! These Japanese are corpse puppets controlled by thieves; ordinary swords and blades can hardly wound their vitals!" the girl warned loudly in broken Chinese.

Upon hearing this, Cui Yuan not only did not back down, but instead sneered, his voice like the clash of metal: "A thieving ghost? I don't care what kind of ghost it is. Since it has a head on my neck, I will cut off that head! Let's see how it can cause trouble then!"

Before he finished speaking, his sword stance suddenly changed!

Instead of pursuing sweeping, powerful strikes, they have become extremely precise and swift!

Under his skillful control, the warhorse moved nimbly, and the ring-pommel sword transformed into precise and deadly streaks of cold light, specifically targeting the neck!

"Snap!" "Snap!" "Snap!"

With a flash of light, heads glowing green shot into the sky!

The headless corpse stood frozen for a moment, then collapsed to the ground, never to rise again.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the dozens of green-eyed Japanese pirates who were just moments before had all been reduced to corpses scattered all over the ground, with dark green pus and blood splattered everywhere, emitting a pungent stench.

Cui Yuan then reined in his warhorse, his ring-pommel sword pointing diagonally at the ground, the tip dripping with viscous green blood.

His cold, sweeping light across the battlefield ignored the headless bodies that were still twitching slightly.

The girl held the Holy Bone Arrow, staring blankly at the valiant figure cutting through the horde of evil spirits with deadly precision, her heart filled with unparalleled shock.

She had learned witchcraft and sacred objects since childhood, but she had never seen such a pure and violent way of "exorcising demons".

So, dealing with such evil spirits doesn't necessarily require relying on sacred objects or complex spells? As long as you're fast enough, accurate enough, and ruthless enough?

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