To be honest, so Old Dengs, though they do nothing every day and act like old weaklings, are ultimately not too excessively lazy.
Occasionally, they are still quite useful.
Once you get used to the terrifying mobility of the Rabbit Hole in this Illusion Dream, you can't do without it.
Anyti, anywhere, it ignores all situations, pulls open and jumps down, instantly returning to the city.
As long as the entrance is pulled back in ti, even if the other end is collapsing or exploding, this side remains unaffected.
Ji Jue suspects that this old guy has sothing good in his pocket, but unfortunately, there's no chance to squeeze it out of him.
What's even more unfortunate is that the advantage of the wondrous artifact is its active spirituality and ability to think independently, but the sa is its disadvantage. Even if you kill him and it drops, if it doesn't want to be used by you, you still can't use it.
Ji Jue even suspects that this old man knows he's aware of this, so he carries that annoying smile every day, swaying back and forth in front of him.
At this mont, as the two just returned to the camp, they heard thunderous cheers and shouts, echoing continuously.
Every face was flushed with excitent, as if they had witnessed everything that just happened, the whole camp was imrsed in a sea of joy.
They shouted their nas in unison.
In the crowd, Bao Dacai grinned, watching them being swallowed up and lifted by the joyful crowd, he gestured a "no need to thank" sign towards Ji Jue.
In the very center of the camp, the scene in the void was still frozen at the mont Wen Wen killed the Saint, under the projection of the Elf's Eye, everything was reflected before them.
Never imagined that one day they could witness such a scene.
Even though they had long experienced the changes brought by Ji Jue, felt the hope and possibility of success, still, witnessing the death of the Saint firsthand, they could not restrain their excitent and joy.
Before this, everyone either endured life's tornt, prepared for eternal burning in the Border Prison, hopelessly resisting. Or they gradually gave up and numbed themselves, like ostriches avoiding the final outco, enduring each day as it ca.
At the coming of dawn, still dazed and confused, but when the sun truly rose before their eyes, tears and cheers were unstoppable.
The entire camp had never been so invigorated.
The feast began once again, unlike the previous embarrassnt, thanks to the generous sponsorship and help of many Main Priests, the resources of the resistance camp were unprecedentedly rich, they even had mbers who had worked as chefs cooking on site, unlimited servings of wine once reserved only for the top echelons.
Apart from necessary sentries, almost everyone was drunk, but even when almost unconscious from drinking, there was still a large crowd surrounding Ji Jue, persistently asking when they could take part in the action, when they could take revenge, even if just carrying supplies or being cannon fodder.
At this mont, Yan Fei beside him suddenly beca proud, lifted his neck arrogantly, posing as the master—I'm Mr. Ji's bodyguard, do you understand?
Rounding up, I scored ninety points together with Mr. Ji!
Though the position of bodyguard seed self-proclaid, Mr. Ji didn't oppose it, did he!
"Everyone, don't be anxious, there will be an opportunity, very soon."
Ji Jue smiled, raising his glass to boost morale.
As the atmosphere gradually beca lively, he took advantage of the mont when others weren't paying attention to get up and leave.
Perhaps due to being used to the cold and quiet workshop, the overly noisy and loud environnt was sowhat difficult to get used to and blend into.
Rather than staying and disturbing the atmosphere, it was better to hide for so peace.
And by the way, satisfy one's own curiosity.
Why would the person who should be most accustod to such lively atmosphere disappear after the banquet started?
Actually not overthrowing everyone, then taking the chance to show off all the wine reserves?
Have they quit drinking?
Or did the sun rise in the west?
Ji Jue knocked on Wen Wen's door, then, impolitely, pushed the door open and entered.
"Sister Wen, are you there?"
From the direction of the bedroom, there was a clatter, as if startled. Soon, the sound of showering rang out, but then imdiately, as if realizing the excuse was too silly, it was turned off like plugging one's ears while stealing a bell.
Soon, Wen Wen finally stuck her head out, pretending to wrap her hair, seeing Ji Jue sitting in her ssy living room, she couldn't hold back.
"Ahem, Ji Jue? What's up? I just fell asleep."
She coughed twice, squeezing out a serious expression, "We're familiar, but if you don't explain why you barged into my room, I won't let you off easily—"
"How is the injury?"
Ji Jue interrupted her, bluntly asking, causing her expression to freeze, hesitated, widened her eyes, and cluelessly asked, "What injury?"
Ji Jue sighed, helpless.
"Sister Wen..."
"Ah? Um? What's the matter?"
"...Has anyone ever told you you're really bad at lying?"
Ji Jue shook his head, bluntly asked, "It's quite tiring to cooperate with your acting, we're all so familiar, why not simply let see how the injury is?"
Wen Wen glared, "I don't even know what you're talking about!"
"When speaking, can you please not hide your right hand behind your back? And also, who wears a whole layer of clothes under their pajamas?"
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