CHAPTER 615: CHAPTER 484: QUARRELING LOVERS

After the Emperor gave them a heads up, both Ye Lingyue and Lan Cai’er became vigilant. They had thought that after more than ten days, they had already passed the Newbie Period. However, compared to "Emperor" and "Evil," although they didn’t want to admit it, they had to say they were still greenhorns.

Little Zhiyo felt pitiful; just hearing about encountering Miasma scared him into trembling relentlessly, leaving him no choice but to push forward bravely.

Fortunately, throughout the day, the little bell did not change color.

As evening approached, both groups set up their camps.

Though they were cooperating, the people from "Emperor’s Slaughter" and "Blood Drink" still didn’t see eye to eye.

They even set up camp on opposite sides.

By dinner time, they each went separately to look for firewood and food.

Unfortunately, they didn’t find any good food in the wilderness, and the folks from "Blood Drink" had to resort to eating dry rations.

"Captain Di, would you like to try my dried rations? They are wild boar jerky bought from the city; they taste rather good," Xia Meng, the eldest of the Xia Family’s Three Sisters, took out a greaseproof paper package, with a hopeful look, and walked over to Captain Di’s side.

On the side of "Emperor’s Slaughter," Ye Lingyue had just settled down when she was kicked out by the deputy leader to search for food, and Lan Cai’er wasn’t having much luck either, struggling with setting up the camp.

Yan Jiu was searching for firewood, leaving only "Emperor" sitting alone by the camp, arms crossed.

"I’m not used to eating someone else’s food." As expected, the reply was cold and indifferent.

Xia Meng awkwardly withdrew her hand, the greaseproof paper package reluctantly taken back. Emperor’s indifferent nature was evident; apart from the deputy leader "Evil" being slightly affable, he was not much enthusiastic towards Hei Yue and Lan Lan. This thought slightly relieved Xia Meng, speculating that when "Emperor" chose Hei Yue, it was probably largely due to her medical skills.

Soon, Yan Jiu returned, but Ye Lingyue had yet to return.

As the campfire on this side roared to life, the young dark girl was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey, I hope Xiao Heizi wasn’t carried off by wolves," Yan Jiu expressed with a bit of worry.

You just got carried off by wolves, your whole family got carried off by wolves, and my second sister is not something wolves can just carry off.

Lan Cai’er, frustrated, vigorously poked the campfire, sending a large spark onto Yan Jiu’s clothes, instantly burning a large hole in his well-made garment.

"Little Lanzi, are you trying to kill me? You ruined my clothes; can you afford to compensate? Half of your points for this mission should go to me," Yan Jiu hopped around angrily.

"Are you even a man? Crying over a mere hole in your clothes! It’s just a hole; can’t I just mend it for you!" Lan Cai’er snapped back, angered by the unreasonable man who left all the tough and exhausting tasks to her and her sister, while he leisurely chewed on a toothpick.

Similar arguments had not ceased since Lan Cai’er had met Yan Jiu.

In the end, Yan Jiu took off his garment and threw it to Lan Cai’er.

Lan Cai’er, her face marked with a birthmark, glared fiercely, angrily fetched a sewing kit, and began stitching up the clothes.

"Hey hey, the color of this thread is wrong! My shirt is white, how can you sew with black thread; it looks so bad."

"Hey hey, are you even a woman? Such poor handiwork; who would dare marry you in the future, you sew ugly stitches, even more prominent than the scar on elder sister’s face."

"Shut up, do you believe I’ll sew your mouth shut with this needle!"

Yan Jiu and Lan Cai’er’s voices, like the chirping of birds, echoed back and forth across the campsite.

In the "Blood Drink" campsite, Dao Ge toasted a bun in his hand thoughtfully and handed it to Song Jingyun.

When he heard Yan Jiu and Lan Cai’er’s squabbling from the other side, it reached his ears.

He unconsciously looked over.

Due to her irritation, Lan Cai’er fiercely patched up the hole in Yan Jiu’s clothes, her expression exceptionally vivid.

Ridiculous to the extreme, Lan Cai’er could hardly sew.

She is the daughter of a military general, far more accustomed to handling weapons than needlework.

Years went by, and she remained the same.

Brother Dao recognized Lan Cai’er at first glance.

Compared to a few years ago, she had completely transformed from a girl into a woman, still assertive in speech, her beautiful appearance barely marred even by the birthmark.

What is she doing in Mercenary City, disguised like this?

Is it because she knew he was also in Mercenary City, or... Lan Cai’er known to Brother Dao has always been proactive and enthusiastic.

During his time infiltrated in the army, she liked chasing after him, even if the soldiers in the camp laughed at her, she never hid her admiration for him.

Such a forward woman was exactly what Brother Dao disliked the most.

He preferred women like Song Jingyun, who were quiet and wise, like white lotuses. Lan Cai’er, on the other hand, was the opposite extreme, a thorny wild rose if Song Jingyun was a white lotus.

She was, undoubtedly, not suitable for him.

He thought that years ago, after he nearly caused the death of her and her father, she would never appear before him again.

Yet, there she was, again.

Although she had changed her face, the expression she had when she saw him, Brother Dao saw it clear as day.

She still cared about him.

Realizing this, Brother Dao didn’t perceive the joy that sprouted deep inside him, for it was too faint, even he himself wasn’t aware of it.

So what, he didn’t like her, and it was the same over the years.

"Brother Dao, I can’t eat anymore." Song Jingyun, having eaten half, pushed the remaining half into his hands, pulling Brother Dao back from his reminiscence.

If it were Lan Cai’er, she probably would have eaten it all, and then coyly pestered him to heat a second portion.

Brother Dao sneered, even more convinced that Song Jingyun was the right person for him.

"Big brother, big sister, are you two in love? My grandpa says, during love, people often fight at the head of the bed and make up at the end of it."

At the moment when Lan Cai’er and Yan Jiu were not getting along, an abrupt little voice interrupted them.

Young Master Long Baobao was squatting nearby, looking at them with an adult-like demeanor.

Lan Cai’er and Yan Jiu’s mouths twitched in unison.

"Little brat, what nonsense are you spouting!"

The two spoke almost simultaneously.

"See, I told you, you’re in love. People who are in love for a long time eat and talk the same way."

Young Master Long Baobao continued to act the "love expert."

Brother Dao’s eyes darkened slightly, the dry food in his hand, unbeknownst to him, had been crushed to crumbs.

"Eh, where did Emperor go?" Prompted by Long Baobao like this, Yan Jiu, who usually had thick skin, felt a bit embarrassed. He looked around and realized Wu Zhong was nowhere to be seen.