Douluo Continent: A Fallen Immortal Descends to Earth, Slaying Gods with a Drunken Sword

Chapter 40 The Killing Intent is Here! Zhao Wuji Attacks Li Zhexian on a Rainy Night

After the end of World War I.

Li Zhexian met with Xue Qinghe and the Dugu family, who had returned from hunting for soul rings.

Xue Qinghe invited him to meet at Lotus Lake the next morning.

Dugu Yan found some delicious mountain delicacies in the Starry Sky Forest and asked him to come and taste them in the afternoon.

As for the Ye family...

He had no liking for Ye's overly controlling mother.

But Ye Lingling invited him to go to the noodle shop again the next night.

The girl's clear blue eyes looked over, and Li Zhexian ultimately couldn't bring himself to say the refusal that was on the tip of his tongue.

The next day.

The sky was slightly dark and a bit chilly.

Li Zhexian arrived at Lotus Lake as promised and stayed with Xue Qinghe until noon.

After they parted, he had an exquisite silk umbrella in his hand.

at the same time.

Inside the imperial city, in a courtyard.

"roll!"

"Get the hell out of here!"

"A bunch of trash!"

Zhao Wuji cursed at the doctor.

After driving away the sixth group of doctors who were at a loss.

He gritted his teeth and looked tremblingly at Ma Hongjun, who lay unconscious and physically mutilated on the bed.

"destroyed……"

"destroyed……"

"Ma Hongjun's life is ruined..."

Qin Ming, standing to the side, looked somber and said in a low voice:
"Zhao……"

"I have already sent men to Soto City."

"The dean and the others... will be here soon."

Zhao Wuji closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were filled with alarming bloodshot veins, but his voice was unusually calm.

"Qin Ming, who is Jian Jiu?"

Qin Ming's expression froze.

"teacher……"

"Don't tell me you didn't know!"

Zhao Wuji interrupted him sharply.

"You are the youngest Heaven Dou level teacher at Royal Battle Academy!"

"With your connections, you'd be able to find out Jianjiu's identity!"

"Qin Ming..."

Zhao Wuji spoke slowly and deliberately.

"You should still remember the bond you once had as master and disciple..."

"I still remember being a graduate of Shrek Academy..."

"Just tell me."

A look of struggle flashed across Qin Ming's face.

In the end, it all turned into a powerless sigh.

"I...I do know..."

"It looks like it's going to rain."

Dark clouds on the horizon obscured the sun, a storm was brewing.

Ye Lingling stood quietly on the arched bridge, holding two umbrellas, gazing at the misty lake.

I saw that white-clad figure in the distance.

Her pretty face remained indifferent.

But there seemed to be a faint glimmer in his blue eyes.

"Let's go."

"Shall we go eat at that noodle shop again?"

"Hmm, I need to hear how the storyteller portrays me."

Ye Lingling stole a glance at Li Zhexian.

The man was making up stories, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

"Oh, girl, why are you here again? This is your third bowl of noodles today."

"Ok?"

Hear this.

Li Zhexian looked up at Ye Lingling.

The girl appeared aloof, but her slender hands, hidden in her sleeves, were clenched tightly.

She came twice this morning.

It's because he didn't perform well last time he was with Li Zhexian.

So we did a "rehearsal" twice in advance today.

"A bowl of hot noodle soup, a side dish, and two cloves of garlic."

"he and I……"

"Wait a moment."

Li Zhexian withdrew his gaze from the storyteller and landed on Ye Lingling's pretty face.

"Ye Lingling, you don't need to cater to me."

Ye Lingling blinked her blue eyes.

Li Zhexian reached out and removed the grease and vinegar that were blocking their way, and said earnestly:

"I don't know exactly what your mother said to you."

"But you really don't need to go to such lengths to please me."

"You are……"

Speaking of it.

Li Zhexian got stuck.

He frowned, racking his brains, but couldn't find any inspirational quotes to comfort people.

"You taught me swordsmanship and winemaking, and you had me at your fingertips."

"It's so hard to persuade people."

Ye Lingling rested her chin on her hand, looking at Li Zhexian, who had a conflicted expression, and a faint smile appeared on her pretty face.

It's fun.

Yesterday, with the battle imminent, Li Zhexian was still saying that plums were sweet.

I was just trying to comfort myself today, but it's caused him so much worry. At this moment...

Outside the small oilcloth awning.

A light rain began to fall.

Two birds nestled together on the pole of a signboard hanging at the stall to attract customers.

A bird carries a leaf in its beak, trying to shield another bird from the rain.

Watching this scene, Ye Lingling suddenly whispered:
"Li Zhexian, are you concerned about me?"

"Ok?"

Li Zhexian, who was arguing with inspirational quotes, looked puzzled.

Ye Lingling pointed her slender fingers at the barricade.

"Just like them."

"Come on, you're really going all out."

His noodles were served.

Li Zhexian exhaled a breath and mumbled:
"They are a pair of lovebirds."

"You and I, well, we're friends."

"I can't say those words of advice."

"I just want to tell you that you don't have to please anyone, including your mother."

Li Zhexian swallowed the noodles in his mouth and looked at Ye Lingling.

"Just like..."

"You're not allowed to order the same thing as me today."

Eat whatever you like.

"Eat whatever you want."

"Oh."

Ye Lingling lowered her head, fidgeting with the hem of her clothes, and remained silent.

Li Zhexian ignored her.

I ate my noodles by myself, listening to the storyteller across the street speaking eloquently through the fine rain.

Every now and then, they would chime in with a shout of "Good!"

Ye Lingling looked up at him several times, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping herself.

"Still haven't decided what to eat?"

Li Zhexian looked helplessly at his nearly empty bowl.

"I've almost finished eating."

Ye Lingling's voice was soft and weak, with a hint of grievance.

"But...but I just want to eat hot noodle soup."

"You won't let me eat."

While eating noodles with Ye Lingling.

The storyteller recounted an interesting anecdote.

"What do you think, esteemed readers?"

"I think that Lord Jianjiu probably recognizes me!"

The audience burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha, you're nothing!"

"Even the Ye family, Poison Douluo, and His Highness the Crown Prince went to support Jianjiu. Have you, an old man, gone mad from telling stories?"

The storyteller slammed his gavel down.

"No!"

"Last night, the arena was packed with people. This old man was writing furiously with his wolf-hair brush!"

Suddenly, a gold coin flew through the air, splitting my writing brush in my hand and piercing straight into my chest!

The old man quickly looked up—

"Guess what?"

The onlookers, filled with curiosity, craned their necks and strained their ears.

"What's wrong?"

The storyteller lowered his voice:
"A white-clad figure disappeared into the depths of the passageway. Who else could it be but Lord Swordsman, who had just defeated the scruffy turkey?!"

That's completely absurd.

The onlookers laughed and cursed as they dispersed.

"Hey, you son of a bitch!"

"I've already taken off my trousers, and you still say this?!"

"Finished?"

Li Zhexian and Ye Lingling got up and left.

Go to the door.

Li Zhexian suddenly thought of something.

With a flick of a finger.

Another gold coin spun around and landed on the storyteller's table.

The rain is getting heavier.

The storyteller wanted to go home early today.

His grandson wanted to eat the crispy cake from the shop across the street, and he couldn't forget that.

The storyteller mumbled incoherently.

Suddenly, I caught sight of the bright orange gold coin on the table.

His eyes were about to pop out.

After parting ways with Ye Lingling.

Li Zhexian walked home, holding an umbrella.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier.

A white curtain of water stretched between heaven and earth, with raindrops rolling down the edges of umbrellas in strings.

Back in the courtyard, he pushed open the door.

Just as the door was about to close.

Li Zhexian's gaze pierced through the narrowing crack in the door, landing on the low-hanging, dark sky outside.

"A storm is coming..."

At midnight.

The rain poured down as if it would topple the entire world.

Outside the courtyard gate of Li Zhexian.

A burly figure draped in a straw raincoat, exuding a murderous aura more chilling than the cold rain, arrived unexpectedly and stood silently in the torrential downpour.

These two chapters would have been better released together, so it's a bit late.

There will be another chapter tonight!
Thank you, dear readers!
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