CHAPTER 635: CHAPTER 503: CONFESSION

Dao Ge looked at Bo Qing and found it a bit strange. Since last night, he felt that Bo Qing had been persistently favoring the "Emperor’s Slaughter".

But given the presence of everyone around, Dao Ge felt it inappropriate to probe further.

"Captain Dao, thank you for your cooperation. For the remaining matters, I would like to speak privately with Housekeeper Huang," Ye Lingyue indicated, signaling for them to leave.

Dao Ge was displeased and about to explode, but Bo Qing suddenly stood up, glanced at Ye Lingyue with complicated eyes, yet he was the first to walk out of the tent.

Dao Ge was speechless and could only signal with his eyes; the others had no choice but to file out of the tent one by one.

In the tent, only the four from Emperor’s Slaughter, the sleeping Long Baobao, and Housekeeper Huang remained.

"Vice captain, please set up a prohibition inside the tent," Ye Lingyue glanced at Yan Jiu.

Just as Yan Jiu was about to say he couldn’t set up a prohibition,

"Vice captain, I already know that you are very skilled in all kinds of prohibitions and arrays," Ye Lingyue said irritably.

Yan Jiu sweated, and looking at Wu Zhong, who was resting with his eyes closed, could it be that their identities had been seen through by this cunning girl? No, that couldn’t be; their cover was perfect.

Yan Jiu could only set up a soundproof prohibition.

"Housekeeper Huang, to ensure the safety of Long Baobao, I have three ideas. First, Long Baobao must stay with us until the final test of World’s First Refining, so we can protect him. Second, we do not do thankless jobs, so during this period following ’Emperor’s Slaughter,’ Long Baobao must take responsibility to help us with work, which means Artifact Refining. Third, the entry for the World’s First Refining will be submitted under someone else’s name. Once successful, you and your master must pay us three times the points as remuneration. Do you have any objections to these suggestions?" Ye Lingyue was utterly confident, believing that Housekeeper Huang dared not refuse her proposal.

For no one other than "Emperor’s Slaughter" would take on Long Baobao’s task at the moment, and further, if people knew Long Baobao was alive, for the sake of those five million taels of gold, countless people would intend to kill Long Baobao.

Housekeeper Huang felt speechless.

How could Miss Hei Yue be so cunning? Not to mention the three times the points, just the second condition—having the young master help them with their work for this period was already utterly shameless.

Not to mention, the young master was only six or seven years old, a typical case of child labor. Additionally, as the future heir of the Long Clan and proficient in the Five Spirits Melt Spirit Technique and Star Power, the Spiritual Artifacts he refined were in high demand throughout Cang Country and even the mainland.

But these words, Housekeeper Huang only dared to mutter in his heart; he dared not offend Ye Lingyue.

He realized it now, within the "Emperor’s Slaughter" Mercenary Team, the real decision-maker currently was this Miss Hei Yue.

After only a brief hesitation, Housekeeper Huang agreed to Ye Lingyue’s conditions.

"Then it’s settled. I’m glad we could cooperate, Housekeeper Huang," Ye Lingyue grinned. "For the remaining matters, we within Emperor’s Slaughter will arrange internally. Tomorrow morning, we’ll secretly return to Mercenary City."

Saying this, Ye Lingyue handed the sleeping Long Baobao over to Housekeeper Huang, and Yan Jiu removed the prohibition.

After a busy night, everyone was exhausted and about to leave the tent when Yan Jiu glanced at Wu Zhong.

"Xiao Heizi, you stay behind to take care of the boss."

Ye Lingyue raised her eyebrow, about to refuse, when Wu Zhong suddenly spoke up.

"Don’t you see who I got hurt for? Stay."

Next to him, Yan Jiu rolled his eyes inwardly and deeply despised Wu Zhong.

This shameless man, just to keep Xiao Heizi behind, pretended to be sick, and even acted like a submissive wife.

Tch tch tch, others might not know, but Yan Jiu, who had known Wu Zhong for years, how could he not?

Wu Zhong’s constitution, unlike the sickly Feng Xun—flatteringly speaking, was robust, no matter the injury, he recovered extremely fast; harshly speaking, this guy was a freak.

Yan Jiu seriously doubted, even if Wu Zhong’s hand was chopped off, given a few days’ rest, he could probably regrow it.

Unable to bear it any longer, Yan Jiu grabbed Lan Cai’er and prepared to leave.

"Don’t touch me with your hands and feet," Lan Cai’er snapped.

"What’s with the anger? Who was the one unable to fight back last night and kept hiding behind me?" Yan Jiu retorted, discontented.

"What do you mean hiding? It was clearly you who kept blocking in front of me, hindering me from defeating the enemies," Lan Cai’er said, frustrated.

"Dear, since we didn’t sleep all night, let’s go back to the camp and catch some sleep," Yan Jiu coaxed.

"Get lost!" Lan Cai’er exploded.

When everyone had left, Wu Zhong continued to lie on the side pretending to be weak.

Ye Lingyue watched Wu Zhong with a stern face.

Ever since she noticed the team leader’s amber-colored eyes, she felt an inexplicable familiarity, thinking that he was Wu Zhong.

Just now, when Yan Jiu was bandaging the team leader’s wound, she noticed a ghost head tattoo on his back.

Emperor is Wu Zhong, Wu Zhong is Emperor.

"My wound has split open, come and change my bandage," Wu Zhong said hoarsely, looking very weak.

Ye Lingyue snorted, her face full of wariness.

"Wu Zhong, stop pretending. You disguised yourself as a mercenary and stayed by my side, what are you really up to?"

"What ulterior motive? You have no money, no charm, no figure. What good motive could there be? If there must be one, then there is—I want to pursue you," Wu Zhong scoffed.

Ye Lingyue was ready to explode after hearing the first half of his sentence.

But the second half of Wu Zhong’s words left Ye Lingyue stunned.

Had she heard wrong?

Wu Zhong said he wants to pursue her?

Seeing Ye Lingyue looking as if she had been struck by lightning, Wu Zhong felt somewhat dissatisfied.

What kind of reaction is this from this woman?

He was confessing his feelings.

Being pursued and confessed to by the Ghost Emperor himself, any normal woman upon hearing it would have been driven mad... well, should have been thrilled by now.

But Ye Lingyue’s reaction didn’t show any excitement at all.

She must really like that boy Feng Xun.

Wu Zhong was dissatisfied.

"What, you don’t believe it?" Wu Zhong glanced at Ye Lingyue.

"Believe you? I’m sure you’re planning to trick me again," Ye Lingyue said, her ears turning a bit red.

Unlike Feng Xun’s confession, Wu Zhong’s confession, just like himself, was domineering and autocratic. Ye Lingyue firmly believed that if she outright rejected him, he might instantly turn hostile and deny everything.

"Ye Lingyue, can you be more foolish? If it weren’t for wanting to pursue you, would I hide my identity with my best buddy in this lousy city? If it weren’t for wanting to pursue you, would I agree to leave that little brat behind? If it weren’t for wanting to pursue you, would I block Xue Long’s suicide attack for you?" Wu Zhong glared at Ye Lingyue.

Despite his domineering words, his eyes were flashing with an unusual tenderness.

Ye Lingyue’s face unwittingly grew hot under his gaze.

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