Mercenaries in Two Worlds

♂』It was early morning, already late autumn, and the air was slightly chilly. The sun had only climbed halfway up the trees. After finishing their individual cultivation, the Wang family mercenary group sat around the stone table, as was their tradition, and ate steamed buns.

Listening to Wang Yi, the informant, talk about the mercenary group, watching Zhang Qian and Wang Er, these two goofballs, and having Wangcai and Xiao Hui running around at your feet, is quite pleasant.

"Xia Yun." Zhang Qian was fighting with Wang Er for the last big meat bun when he suddenly saw Xia Yun standing at the door, with a little dew on her head.

"I want to join the Wang Family Mercenary Group." Xia Yun didn't know why he couldn't help but rush over so early in the morning; he just couldn't control his excitement at the thought of that beautiful figure that kept him tossing and turning at night. But at this moment, he didn't dare to look at her, staring straight at Zhang Qian.

The members of the Wang Family Mercenary Group were slightly taken aback, not understanding why Xia Yun suddenly wanted to join the Wang Family Mercenary Group, and why he seemed so eager.

Ye Mei was the first to react. Xia Yun had immense potential; he had come to her of his own accord, and it would be foolish not to accept him. She smiled gently and said, "You are most welcome. With Brother Xia Yun joining us, the Wang Family Mercenary Group has truly risen to a higher level."

These words made Xia Yun smile slightly, and a blush rose on her face.

Zhang Qian blinked, as if he understood something, but he didn't say it out loud. It would be interesting to see this arrogant young man run into a wall. He and Wang Yi immediately echoed each other to express their welcome.

Those who met Xia Yun yesterday probably know his character well; he is a person who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to practice with Zhang Qian for so long yesterday.

As for being cold-hearted, Zhang Qian completely interpreted it as teenage angst.

For some reason, Wang Er just couldn't stand Xia Yun. "What about food expenses? We don't support people who eat and drink for free."

Ye Mei frowned. "Wang Er, what are you saying? Do you want a beating?"

Wang Er shrank back, as if he had remembered something terrifying, but he was unwilling to back down in front of the newcomer and remained strong and tough.

"Hmph, here you go." Xia Yun tossed out a high-grade spirit stone. "Is that enough?"

Wang Er caught the spirit stone with lightning speed. Upon closer inspection, he exclaimed, "My goodness, it's a high-grade spirit stone!" His hand trembled slightly, and he quickly stuffed it into his pocket. "That's enough, that's enough. Sir, just tell me what you want to eat from now on." Wang Er suddenly found Xia Yun incredibly pleasing to the eye, as if he were a walking spirit stone, swaying and dazzling.

She put her arm around his shoulder and said, "Try my secret-recipe chicken soup today, it's absolutely delicious."

Xia Yun nodded noncommittally, still expressionless, but Wang Er now felt that this was the kind of demeanor a rich person should have. Seeing the other party nod, he went to catch chickens attentively.

Zhang Qian felt anxious, thinking that having such teammates was really frustrating.

"Hey, Zheng, take this gentleman—oops, I mean, take this Xia Yun—to pick out a room." Zhang Qian saw Zheng walking through the courtyard with a rag.

"Yes, Young Master Zhang."

After they left, Zhang Qian smiled wickedly, "Ye Mei, it seems you're in trouble again."

Ye Mei didn't take it to heart, and covered her mouth with a light laugh, "You're just jealous. Don't worry, I'm not interested in children."

"Oh? So you mean you're interested in me."

"Hmm..." Ye Mei covered her face with her hands, looking shy, and said in a coquettish voice, "You know not to say it out loud, right? I'm shy."

"Great acting skills," Zhang Qian chuckled to himself. "Then I'll give you a chance. Come on, give me a kiss."

"Oh my...you're so naughty."

Zhang Qian grinned, clearly enjoying the acting competition. "If you don't come, I'm leaving." Teasing Ye Mei turned out to be quite fun. He remembered how she used to tease him so badly that he had to run away, but today he finally got his revenge. It seemed his emotional intelligence had improved after all.

Ye Mei hesitated for a moment, her face flushed as she clutched the handkerchief, looking indecisive. Then she glanced around nervously. "Okay, hurry up."

As she spoke, she closed her eyes, her full red lips slightly pouting, looking as if she were at his mercy.

"Huh?" Zhang Qian, who thought he had won, didn't expect Ye Mei to be so open. Looking at her red lips, he choked and took the initiative to admit defeat, "Um, I forgot to put my clothes away, I'll go first." After saying that, he disappeared in a flash.

Ye Mei stared at Zhang Qian's back with disdain, "Trying to flirt with me? Go practice for another hundred years." She picked up a piece of adobe, weighed it in her hand, and casually tossed it in the direction Zhang Qian had gone.

Zhang Qian was a little flustered by the counter-teasing and didn't pay attention for a moment. He was not going to be thrown at him, but he accelerated and bumped into him. "Ouch, who is it?"

"Hahaha." Ye Mei clutched her stomach and laughed. She only wanted to scare Zhang Qian, but she didn't expect him to suddenly accelerate and crash into her. She laughed so hard that she was shaking with laughter.

Zhang Qian glanced back resentfully, then could only accept his bad luck...

The Wang family mercenary group gradually became lively, which was something everyone was happy to see. However, it gave Wang Yi and Ye Mei, who considered themselves normal, a lot of headaches, because most of the members were not quite normal.

Wang Er and Zhang Qian are two idiots, Wang San is a fool, A Zheng is dull-witted, and Xia Yun is too cold. But none of this can be changed, so life just goes on like this.

Xia Yun usually stayed in his room, fiddling with something. The Wang family mercenary group was as lazy as ever, and no one thought to take on any missions.

The sun was shining brightly today, and Zhang Qian secretly studied martial arts techniques in the back mountain, learning them all regardless of their quality. Since his enlightenment after sparring with Xia Yun that day, Zhang Qian no longer picked and chose. With his monstrous comprehension ability, he had mastered more than ten different martial arts techniques in just over ten days, including Xia Yun's Blood Light. He was thinking that one day he would use the Blood Light, a mid-level Heaven Rank technique, to teach Xia Yun a lesson.

"Huh? Where is everyone?" He came in, covered in sweat. The courtyard was empty, not even Ah Zheng, who was usually busy. "Ah Zheng, Wang Er." He called out several times, but no one answered.

"Could it be that we were wiped out by the Three Swords? What should I do? Should I flee to another place, cultivate to become stronger, and then come back to avenge my family? Ugh, this is so troublesome." Zhang Qian's martial arts talent was extraordinary, and he also had a lot of inner monologues. I wonder if there's any connection between the two?

"Bang!" A sound came from the backyard. Zhang Qian rushed over and found Xia Yun's door open. On the stone floor was a pile of black, unidentifiable things. It looked like a metal vessel, but it seemed to have exploded accidentally, leaving only a pile of black scrap iron and ash.

Ah Zheng sat blankly on the ground, his face covered in dust, his hair standing on end, looking like a madman, with only his eyes showing and black smoke billowing from his mouth.

Zhang Qian felt like he'd seen this image somewhere before, and for some reason, he found it funny.

"Hahahaha..." Ignoring Ah Zheng's innocent eyes, he laughed without restraint until he bent over and clutched his stomach. "Haha... I'm sorry... you look too funny... I... I really... couldn't help it."

Xia Yun, who had been indifferent, had her lips twitch twice at the sight of Zhang Qian's laughter, as if she was trying to hold it in, but soon she also burst into laughter.

Ah Zheng angrily said, "I'm not learning anymore. Alchemy is too difficult. I prefer working."

Zhang Qian, not wanting to ruin things, quickly grabbed him, "Wait... haha... you... you're very talented... haha... don't give up."

Ah Zheng wanted to leave, but he was pulled along and couldn't move...

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