Godslayer: My Girlfriend Red Tassel

The sky was a clear, deep blue, without a single wrinkle.

As they approached the capital, Lin Qiye, seemingly struck by a sudden thought, leaned closer to Su Yan and pressed her for an answer.

"Su Yan, what exactly did the Dragon Prince say with that 'roar' just now? Translate it for me."

"He said that after the New Year, he would accompany the Old Dragon King to dinner, and that no cilantro should be put in the dishes. Also, his sister wants to eat instant noodles, but not the pickled cabbage kind; the chicken and mushroom flavor is preferred, and four crispy sausages must be added, otherwise his sister will be unhappy," Su Yan translated fluently.

Can a single word like "嗷" contain so much information?

Lin Qiye was bewildered for a couple of seconds, then suddenly sighed:

"Su Yan, what kind of spell did you cast on the old Dragon King? Why would he go to such lengths to help us?"

[Nightfall] The team has now reached the level where the Dragon Prince personally escorts them, which makes the team leader feel somewhat flattered.

“I didn’t try to seduce you. You were there too, weren’t you? You heard everything I said.”

"That's why I understand it even less," Lin Qiye said, frowning.

"I can understand if Chang'e was kind to you because she got something out of her. But the Dragon King was injured and lost two of his divine artifacts on this trip, and in the end he didn't get any real benefits. Why is he still helping us like this?"

"You don't understand. I've said it before: the martial world isn't just about fighting and killing, it's about human relationships and social interactions."

Su Yan shook his head and smiled.

"Besides, do you think only divine artifacts and magical objects count as benefits? That's too superficial. The Dragon Palace of the East Sea is truly richer than a country, and the one thing they have in abundance is treasures. What they really lack is the respect they deserve."

"Since ancient times, the Dragon King has not held a high position in the Heavenly Court and has often been looked down upon, so he values ​​'being respected' very much... In fact, he just lacks a bit of spiritual satisfaction. And look, he got it from us, didn't he? Plus, my heartfelt speech touched his heart with every word."

At this point, Su Yan patted Lin Qiye on the shoulder triumphantly:

"So, you should be grateful that I'm on the team. Remember, never offend the master of speech."

Suddenly remembering something, he quickly added:

"Especially art students!"

Lin Qiye hesitated for a few seconds, his face still scrunched up:

"...I still don't quite understand. I think strength is the key."

"I feel like you're becoming more and more like a boorish muscleman." Su Yan chuckled. "Forget it, you don't need to worry about these things anyway. Your most important thing right now is to practice writing self-criticisms well. Leave everything else to us."

Lin Qiye: ...

"I see Shangjing! Captain, charge!" Jiang Er's excited shouts came from ahead.

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Headquarters in Beijing.

Two rows of soldiers stood solemnly on either side of the military camp gate, exuding an awe-inspiring presence.

Under the fluttering military flag, Hongying wore a large cloak that concealed her slender and graceful figure, her long legs standing straight in the wind.

A pair of beautiful eyes stared into the distance, her delicate face was taut, and her expression was as cold as ice.

In the silence, a figure draped in a black cloak descended from the sky, landing steadily before Hongying. He glanced at the watchtower above, gave a barely perceptible nod, and then solemnly bowed.

"Commander, the entire [Medium] team has been ordered to report for duty. Seven were expected, and seven are present. Please give instructions!"

Hongying instinctively wanted to laugh, but then, for some reason, she quickly suppressed the corners of her mouth, her expression becoming even more serious as she responded loudly:

"Captain Bu Li, you've worked hard. There are no further instructions at the moment. Please lead your team into the camp to rest and be ready to be deployed at any time!"

"Yes!"

After saluting, Bu Li strode towards the military camp. It seemed as if six dark figures were quietly following him in the void. The seven figures gradually disappeared into the depths of the military camp.

"call......"

Hongying quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Her tense body had just relaxed a little when she instinctively wanted to purse her lips.

"Don't purse your lips!"

The little monk's reprimand exploded in her mind like thunder, startling her so much that she quickly straightened her face again, not daring to even blink.

"As the commander of the Night's Watch, it's fine to be a little casual on ordinary days, but in formal occasions, you must show the proper authority! You must let everyone feel your decisiveness and ruthlessness, so that you can truly awe people and make them respect you from the bottom of their hearts, understand?" Ye Fan's voice was sharp and merciless.

"I understand," Hongying replied solemnly, her little face serious.

Ye Fan frowned, his divine sense turning stern: "Since you understand, why didn't you do it just now? Have you forgotten all the techniques I taught you yesterday, how to use the Divine Ruins to enhance your aura, how to create a sense of oppression?"

Hongying quickly shook her head and then activated the Divine Ruins.

In an instant, a powerful and volatile aura of Samadhi Fire rose from her body, and the surrounding air suddenly became scorching and dry, as if she were in a sea of ​​fire, with a strong sense of oppression spreading out.

"Well......"

The mere wisp of his aura was enough to overwhelm the two rows of Night's Watch guards behind him, forcing them to retreat several meters away. When they looked at their new commander again, a hint of awe flashed in their eyes.

"Hmm, not bad, not too stupid."

Ye Fan's tone softened slightly, and then he added:

"Forget about Bu Li, he doesn't need your deliberate intimidation... but when you see other people, you must show your authority! Don't give anyone a friendly look!"

“I…I understand,” Hongying replied, raising her voice.

As they were talking, six figures clad in golden cloaks came up the slope ahead. The woman at the head of the group was chatting and laughing when she suddenly saw Hongying standing outside the camp gate. Her face lit up with joy, and she transformed into a blur as she flew over, opening her arms to embrace Hongying.

"Hongying! Did you miss me? Let me hug you!"

"Nonsense! Criticize her, criticize her severely! She has no respect for elders, punish her by putting her in solitary confinement!" The little monk thought angrily.

Hongying didn't dare to purse her lips. Having no other choice, she could only lower her face and suddenly point at Xia Simeng: "How...how dare you! What should you call me?"

"???"

Xia Simeng's arms froze in mid-air, stunned for a moment, then she noticed that Hongying's eyes were looking upwards, almost in tears.

She looked up at the watchtower, her lips twitched, and she instantly understood.

"...Is Ye Fan training you again using his wicked methods?"

Hongying's eyelashes, which resembled tiny brushes, blinked rapidly, but her face remained expressionless.

Xia Simeng gave him a helpless look and stood at attention: "The entire Phoenix Squad is here to report to headquarters. Please give us your instructions, Commander."

"...Let's return to camp."

"Yes!"

Xia Simeng covered her mouth, giggling as she ran into the military camp.

"How about it?"

On the observation deck, Ye Fan, holding the large teacup of his master, stood on tiptoe and looked down, smiling smugly: "How about it? I've chosen a good successor, haven't I? Obedient and sensible... And look at this aura, this majesty! Exactly like me when I was young. After some more training, let's see who dares to say the new commander is 'gentle'!"

He frowned when he mentioned the word "gentle":

“A commander should act like a commander. What kind of word is ‘gentle’... I must change her to ‘gentle’!”

Confucius said, "When Ma advances two steps to the fourth, he will be in danger of dying."

"...Wait a minute! I did a computer simulation, and you can't win this game. Did you cheat?" Guan was dumbfounded.

The teacher glanced at him disdainfully, and without even looking up, said:

"Ye Fan, if you ask me, you're just wasting your time. Guess who came back?"

"who......"

Before Ye Fan could finish his question, a cloud descended from the sky, and Su Yan, wearing a crimson cloak and smiling, leaped down against the wind.

Hongying's brows immediately relaxed, and with a forceful wave of her hand, her aura naturally dissipated. The Samadhi True Fire unconsciously transformed back into the little fox, perched on her shoulder, its tail wagging vigorously.

"Su Yan, you're back~~?"

Ye Fan was stunned, then shouted anxiously:

"Hongying, pay attention to your character! So many people are watching you! Speak to him in a reprimanding tone!"

Hongying paused for a moment, hesitated, then puffed out her cheeks and ran over.

"Su Yan, why are you only just getting back?!"

"..."