Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 317 You Promised Me

Lao Hu stood quietly in the distance, his eyes fixed on the agreed location, as if expecting a miracle to happen. The breeze gently brushed his face, but it could not soothe the anxiety and uneasiness in his heart.

He waited like this for a whole day, from the first ray of sunshine in the early morning to the last ray of afterglow in the evening, but he never saw the figure he was expecting.

In the end, Lao Hu sighed deeply, and that sigh was full of helplessness and loneliness.

He turned around slowly, his old body suddenly hunched over, as if his spine had been bent by the years. A mistake in intelligence had completely ruined the entire treasure hunting team, and this heavy blow made him feel like a knife was cutting his heart.

At this time, the afterglow of the setting sun stretched Lao Hu's figure out long, and the land under his feet looked particularly desolate. The surrounding scenery also seemed to be stained with a layer of loneliness, and the mountains in the distance were looming in the twilight, like silent giants, witnessing the vicissitudes of time.

The withered wild grass trembled in the wind, as if sighing for what happened to Lao Hu. The sunset glow in the sky was as gorgeous as blood, but also had a kind of sad beauty, as if it was an elegy for a hero in his twilight years.

Old Hu staggered with lonely steps, and his figure gradually walked away in this desolate land, leaving only a lonely back, telling of endless vicissitudes and helplessness.

However, this is just a microcosm of his long treasure hunting career. On this road full of dangers and unknowns, he experienced too many setbacks and hardships.

Every failure was like a sharp thorn, deeply piercing his heart. But he never gave up, because he knew that although the road to treasure hunting was full of thorns, it also hid countless opportunities and hopes.

He endured it all silently and continued to move forward, hoping that the next adventure would bring different results.

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Three months later.

December in the Xiuzhen calendar year.

Time passed quietly, and Wang Qiye was busy with his own affairs as usual. Those ordinary days were like a quietly flowing river, without any ripples.

However, at this moment, the jade pendant suddenly lit up, and a soft light instantly attracted Wang Qiye's attention.

Wang Qiye seemed to sense something, and an inexplicable throbbing surged in his heart. He quickly grabbed the jade pendant and probed into it with his mind.

After seeing this, he could no longer remain calm.

"What!" Wang Qiye's heart was shaken and his voice was trembling.

Lan Lingxin, that already somewhat unfamiliar name, sent a message saying that Murong Xiaoxiao had just returned to Qingfeng Cliff, but her current condition was not very good. Although her injuries had stabilized, it was still unclear whether she could survive this or not.

Wang Qiye left a message to Lan Lingxin: "I'll be there right away."

Without any hesitation, Wang Qiye, anxiously, immediately rushed into Duanmu Lan's room.

However, the scene before him made him stunned for a moment.

A quiet woman who had just taken a bath was wiping her wet hair with a towel. Her skin was perfectly exposed, and she was perfectly presented in front of Wang Qiye, without any secrets.

Her skin was as white as jade, emitting a soft luster, as if it was a work of art carefully carved by God. Her breasts were as firm as mountains, standing proudly, full of alluring charm. Following that swan neck, the more you look down, the more your heart trembles.

Wang Qiye's face flushed instantly. He turned around quickly and said awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

The woman was slightly startled, and then a blush of shyness appeared on her face. She quickly picked up the clothes beside her and covered her body. "Why are you so reckless?" The woman's voice was as clear and pleasant as a yellow oriole singing in the valley, but at this time it was filled with a hint of anger.

Wang Qiye took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. "Sorry, I have something urgent to do. Murong Xiaoxiao returned to Qingfeng Cliff with serious injuries. Her condition is critical. I came to you to treat her." He said anxiously.

After hearing this, the woman put away her shyness and her expression became serious. "Then you go out first and wait for me for a while." She urged.

Wang Qiye nodded and quickly turned around to leave the room.

Wang Qiye had just walked out of Duanmu Lan's room, his heart filled with worry about Murong Xiaoxiao's injury. However, as soon as he looked up, he met a sharp gaze. Lei Siyu's eyes instantly sank into a deep pool, and there seemed to be a volcano about to erupt in those eyes, on the verge of eruption.

"Wang Qiye, you promised me." She spoke each word with a heavy hammer, hitting Wang Qiye's heart. Lei Siyu's eyes were filled with disappointment and anger, which was the pain and unwillingness after being betrayed.

Wang Qiye had no intention of explaining to her. At this moment, the only thing on his mind was Murong Xiaoxiao's safety. He just said softly with a slightly tired look: "Senior Sister Murong just returned to Qingfeng Cliff. She is still in critical condition." His voice was filled with urgency and anxiety, which was the worry and concern for Murong Xiaoxiao's life.

Lei Siyu clenched and unclenched her fists several times, struggling fiercely between anger and understanding. In the end, reason prevailed, and she gritted her teeth and spat out four words: "This will not happen again." After that, she resolutely turned around and walked towards her room.

Each of her steps was very heavy, as if she wanted to vent the anger in her heart through her steps. When she reached the door, she pushed it open suddenly, and then slammed it shut.

The sound of the door closing resounded like thunder in the entire alchemy room, and the huge sound seemed to break through the roof and spread to the surroundings. The door trembled violently under this strong impact, as if it would be smashed at any time.

"It would be nice if I could just marry one wife." Wang Qiye sighed softly in his heart, and that sigh was full of helplessness and pain.

His eyes were dim, and his face showed a complicated expression. He knew that this matter would not end, and this emotional entanglement was like an invisible net that bound him tightly and made it difficult for him to break free.

Duanmu Lan gently put on a new set of clothes, while Wang Qiye stood outside the door, anxiously waiting. He kept looking into the distance, his heart full of worry for Murong Xiaoxiao.

Finally, Duanmu Lan prepared everything. Without any hesitation, they set out on the journey to treat Murong Xiaoxiao.

Along the way, the wind whistled in his ears, and Wang Qiye's heart was full of worries. He kept thinking about the past when he met Murong Xiaoxiao. That strong and brave woman was now seriously injured, which made him feel distressed.

Only when he stepped onto the cloud boat did Wang Qiye's heart, which had been hanging in the air, slowly settle down. The cloud boat moved forward steadily in the vast sky, and the breeze blew gently.

At this time, the beauty was by his side, and the fragrance of Duanmu Lan's body after bathing wafted over. Wang Qiye couldn't help but take a few more breaths. The elegant fragrance made his heart slightly intoxicated.

Perhaps it was because he had just seen the secrets of her entire body, Wang Qiye's mood gradually calmed down, and he realized that the look in his eyes when he looked at her, in addition to the tenderness like water, also had a bit of possessiveness that was difficult to conceal.

Wang Qiye slowly reached out his hand and gently brushed the hair behind her ears. "Lan'er, that wicked woman might go crazy again recently, can you be more tolerant?" There was a hint of helplessness and request in his voice.

"Is it my fault?" Duanmu Lan's tone was full of grievance and stubbornness.

Wang Qiye was speechless and unable to answer. He was silent for a moment, then reached out and grabbed her hand.

Maybe because Wang Qiye had seen her all over today, Duanmu Lan did not avoid him this time. Wang Qiye felt the smoothness of her little hand, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

He transferred all his private money without hesitation, and then said softly: "I know you feel wronged, just think of it as doing it for my own good."

"Wang Qiye, stretch your face over here." Duanmu Lan looked at the 1.6 spirit stones flashing on the jade pendant, his face terribly gloomy.

Wang Qiye stretched out his face obediently.

"Snapped."

A crisp slap slapped him, Duanmu Lan snorted coldly, turned his head to the sea of ​​clouds, his eyes full of anger.

"Why should I give in to her? Transfer 1.6 spirit stones to me, what do you think of me?" Her voice was filled with disappointment and anger.

The cloud boat continued to shuttle through the sea of ​​clouds, but the atmosphere between Wang Qiye and Duanmu Lan became unusually solemn.

Wang Qiye did not let go of her hand, but held her in his arms from behind. Feeling her fragrance and warmth at such a close distance made him feel a little satisfied. He greedily breathed in her scent, as if he wanted to remember this beautiful moment forever in his heart.

"Lan'er, if you don't endure for a few days, that arrogant woman will not let you go." Wang Qiye's voice sounded in her ears, with a hint of worry.

"So, Wang Qiye, why don't you take care of your wife?" Duanmu Lan asked in a questioning tone.

"I can't even control you, how can I control her?" Wang Qiye cried out in his heart. "Let's not argue with her, okay?"

"You should tell her this." Duanmu Lan's attitude remained firm.

Wang Qiye knew that he couldn't deal with her no matter what. He couldn't care about the fragrance on his body now. "Lan'er, my furnace of fourth-grade elixirs will be 810 days old soon. They will be ready soon. When the time comes, I will exchange them with you for the top-grade elixirs, okay?"

Duanmu Lan did not appreciate it and even mocked him. "Who knows how good you are at refining pills? What else can you do besides bragging?"

Although Wang Qiye felt her words were awkward, he still guessed that there was something fishy going on. He pondered for a moment before suddenly saying, "I'll trade all my mid-grade elixirs with you."

"That's what you said. Can you let me go now?" Duanmu Lan's voice was filled with a hint of impatience.

Wang Qiye wanted to say no, but he took another intoxicated breath from her collar before letting her go. He was reluctant to let her go, but he also knew that now was not the time to get entangled. He had finally dealt with one person, so as for the next one, he would take it one step at a time.