All of France: Summoners of the Rift, establish the Glory Hunters' Guild

Seeing the curious looks from Mu Nujiao and Ai Tutu, Chen Qing began to introduce them:

"This is Ji Xiaoman, the one who killed the Winged Wolf in Bo City."

As for Zhao Manyan, it's best not to introduce him to this stallion, lest he get interested.

The two women froze, their gazes previously carrying a hint of hostility towards Ji Xiaoman, but now…

The high-level mage was already thankful that they didn't hold their rudeness against him.

After all, they had just stopped Ji Xiaoman from looking for Chen Qing.

Ji Xiaoman didn't mind their earlier obstruction, and smiled, saying, "Hello, both of you sisters."

The two girls, as if granted a pardon, greeted each other, "Hello, Sister Xiaoman."

"They are my classmates, Mu Nujiao and Ai Tutu."

"Okay, I understand." Ji Xiaoman nodded, put her elbow on his shoulder, and yawned lazily.

……

Back at the Glory Hunter's Den, Chen Qing didn't see the washboard. Looking at Hua Mulan, who still had a serene smile on her face, he felt even more uncertain.

I'm not afraid of Mulan getting angry, I'm afraid of Mulan acting like nothing happened.

"I'm back."

"Mm." Chen Qing nodded.

"Then hurry up and wash your hands and eat."

The atmosphere at the dinner table was very strange. No one said a word; the only sounds were the clinking of bowls and chopsticks and the chewing of food.

Even the most boisterous Baili Xuance quieted down. He carefully glanced at Hua Mulan's expression, then at the restless Chen Qing, and nodded knowingly.

After finishing her meal, Mulan went straight back to her room. Chen Qing hesitated for a moment before knocking on the door.

dong dong dong-

The sound wasn't loud, but it was very clear in the quiet corridor, as if each sound was striking Chen Qing's heart.

crunch--

The door opened, and Mulan, dressed in a knitted nightgown, looked somewhat serious.

"Mulan, I..." Chen Qing was about to explain when Mulan grabbed his collar and pulled him inside.

The door clicked shut, and Mulan took out a riding whip, looking at him with a smile.

Chen Qing swallowed hard. "Mulan, what are you doing?"

"Of course, it's time to punish your disobedient little brother." Hua Mulan hooked his chin with her finger and said softly, "Xiao Qing is an adult now, he doesn't tell his older sister anything anymore."

Looking at the exquisite body wrapped in the Mulan knitted nightgown, Chen Qing's anger, which had been stirred up by Ai Tutu that afternoon, suddenly flared up again.

Hua Mulan keenly sensed something amiss and said in a low voice, "It seems she's really grown up."

……

Ji Xiaoman, who was cultivating next door, twitched her ears and her face immediately turned red.

She opened her large, shy yet curious eyes and looked at the wall separating the two rooms, her gaze filled with an inscrutable emotion.

The next morning, Chen Qing slowly opened his eyes, and the pain in his lower back made him gasp.

"You're awake." A slightly hoarse and magnetic voice sounded, and Chen Qing then felt a hot and delicate body pressed tightly against him.

Chen Qing looked down and saw that Hua Mulan was half-lying on his face, her face flushed from being moisturized.

"You did well yesterday, so I forgive you for this. But if anything happens again, be sure to let me know in advance."

Hua Mulan got up, the blanket slipped off, and Chen Qing glanced at her a few times without leaving a trace.

This action amused Mulan, who turned around and teased, "What are you doing sneaking around like that? You saw everything yesterday."

Seeing the stunning snow-capped mountains and trenches early in the morning, Chen Qing was instantly wide awake. After the storm, he felt energetic again.

However, Hua Mulan knew the severity of her punishment, so she immediately extended her slender white fingers and tapped Chen Qing's forehead.

"Little one, take good care of yourself, and wait for the next time your sister collects grain."

After Mulan finished washing up, she went downstairs still wearing a plain white dress, leaving only Chen Qing lying on the bed.

"That's... all." He murmured softly, rubbing his throbbing head, as if lost in thought, or perhaps savoring the memory.

……

Meanwhile, in the Shanghai Trial Court, a solemn atmosphere permeated the top-floor conference room.

"Vice Judge Leng Qing, I'll ask you again, is the information you submitted accurate?"

A dignified-looking middle-aged man looked at Leng Qing and spoke in a solemn tone.

"Your Honor, I confirm and affirm that Nighthawk personally collected the evidence, and this has been verified by our informant."

Leng Qing nodded, her face cold and beautiful, like a rose with thorns.

"Very well!" The presiding judge stood up and addressed everyone present:

"Mobilize all personnel without alerting anyone. Monitor the target in real time and make sure he is arrested!"

"Yes, Your Honor!"

A resounding response echoed from inside the room, and then everyone in the courtroom sprang into action.

That afternoon, a report shocked the entire nation.

The principal of Mingzhu Affiliated High School turned out to be a blue-robed deacon of the Black Vatican. The Black Vatican's strongholds in Shanghai were also wiped out, leaving only a few scattered little Camilles wandering around.

It can be said that this announcement from Shanghai shocked the entire Chinese mainland, and even some overseas media outlets rushed to report on it.

That afternoon, Chen Qing was woken up by Leng Qing's phone call while she was still asleep.

"Hello, who is this?"

Chen Qing answered the phone in a daze, put it to his ear and spoke.

"Xiaoqing, are you taking a nap?" A cool and magnetic mature female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Uh..." Chen Qing snapped out of his daze and nodded. He couldn't very well say that he had been busy too late last night and couldn't get up.

There was a soft chuckle on the other end of the phone, followed by the voice:

"The investigation is in. The principal of Mingzhu Affiliated High School is a blue-robed deacon from the Black Vatican, and he has admitted to rigging the assessment, all for your benefit."

"For me?" Chen Qing was still a little confused and didn't understand the situation.

"Yes, the Glory Hunters disrupted Salang's deification ceremony in Bo City, so the man in blue planned this."

"Damn it!" Chen Qing's eyes widened. "Is this guy crazy? What does the plan that Ji Xiaoman of Glory Hunter ruined have to do with me?"

When Ji Xiaoman opened the door and heard these words, her beautiful eyes widened in surprise.

She slammed the bowl of rice she was holding onto the bedside table, gave a soft snort, turned and left, blushing as she looked at the messy room before she went.

Chen Qing awkwardly tugged at the blanket, listening to the laughter on the other end of the phone, and silently pulled the blanket over her head.

"Too ashamed to show my face" JPG.

"Those Black Vatican guys are lunatics, and you're officially part of the Glory Hunters, so of course they'll target you, the easy target."

Leng Qing laughed for a while, then slowly spoke after suppressing her trembling chest.

"But you should still be careful in the future. The Black Vatican is ruthless, and there may be others who will target you later."

"But don't worry in Shanghai, I'll protect you."

Upon hearing this, a sentence suddenly came to Chen Qing's mind, and she blurted out, "Sister, I don't want to work hard anymore."

Leng Qing: (⁄⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄⁄)

Beep beep beep—!!

The phone hangs up.