Chapter 3125: Professional Sobering Liquor

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Look at his left claw. Wasn’t it just a little bruise? Why was he pretending?

Qiao Mu promptly pulled her paws away and gestured for him to carry her to the table. Standing there, she allowed him to raise his paws, smearing the bruises on his face with an apathetic expression.

“How did you get hurt?”

Duan Yue’s mouth twitched uncontrollably as he cursed shamelessly in his heart.

It was evident that this fellow’s injuries were a result of beating someone up.

How could this be considered an injury?

As expected, he was shameless enough to trick Qiaoqiao. He was still too pure!

“I was beaten up.” MO Lian shot a glance at Duanmu Qing and the rest who were standing there gawking.

The corners of their mouths twitched as they walked out. After a while, they shouted from outside, “Qiaoqiao! Let’s eat!”

How could Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao not know that this group of people had been instigated by Master MO to help?

She automatically glared at him, both annoyed and amused. “Put me on the ground!”

“Okay, my dearest.” Crown Prince MO had a smile on his face as he lifted her up and placed her on the ground. Following him, she walked out of the wooden shed on her short legs.

The heavy rain had already receded, and the mountain slopes at night were sparkling with starlight. The air after the rain was especially fresh.

Duanmu Qing and his company dried the wet lawn with spiritual energy and laid a blanket on it.

A group of people who had survived a calamity were drinking wine and eating meat on the lawn. They looked up at the starry sky and felt a little relieved.

Holy Son Miyan slowly walked to their side and silently found a place to sit down. He was silent for a long time before asking, “Are the people who attacked our Heavenly Fate previously related to Holy Daughter?” MO Lian nodded. “Are you interested in learning about Heavenly Fate?”

Holy Son Miyan remained silent for a while before nodding. “I am.”

Now, he had a clear understanding of one thing: Perhaps the individuals in the temple were truly connected to the malevolent cult organization, Heavenly Fate.

“Maybe this journey into the secret realm isn’t safe. It’s not too late for you to withdraw,” Holy Son Miyan advised.

“Do we seem like the type to shy away from trouble?” Duan Yue raised his glass to the Holy Son. “Besides, we’ve already committed to a life-and-death pact. It would be a bit cowardly to express fear now, wouldn’t it?”

“Alright, Holy Son.” Little Fatty, slightly intoxicated, placed his hand on the Holy Son’s shoulder and playfully punched him twice. “I know you’re not a bad person. Let me tell you, our team is Team Lucky Star. We can turn danger into fortune wherever we go and end up making a lot of money in the process…”

Qi Xuanxuan hastily lunged over and covered Little Fatty’s mouth with her hand. She smiled awkwardly at the Holy Son. “He’s drunk, hahaha!”

How embarrassing would it be for him to admit in front of the realm’s Master that he wanted to clear out the secret realm?

The stoic young woman held a cup of tea with an expressionless face, sitting among the group in a formal manner. “How many people are intoxicated? Should I help them sober up?”

“More than half of them, I’d say,” the Holy Son replied with a smile. “If there’s any liquor soup, give them a sip or two.”

The stoic young woman replied calmly, “There’s no need for liquor soup.”

Raising her hand, a half-drawn object was suddenly released from the Storage Talisman. It swiftly charged towards the inebriated Little Fatty like a frenzied animal, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.

Qiao Mu, with an apathetic expression, held onto a thick chain, firmly controlling the creature in her hand!

Little Fatty, visibly frightened, tumbled onto the ground, his pants dampened.

She stared at the creature.. It was Eighteenth Sister, who had clashed with

Qiaoqiao before…