Under One Person: The Forbidden Files of the Magician

Chapter 103 Three people playfully fighting in bed!

The intelligence chief's figure gradually disappeared at the entrance of the passage, while the expressions of the people in the audience varied.

The most lively area was the newly formed "Lu Xiaobai Fan Club" section.

They waved banners, screamed deafeningly, and were all flushed with excitement, their eyes sparkling, as if it were a festival.

On the other side, Zhang Chulan, Xu San, Xu Si and a few others sat together, their faces showing no surprise.

Zhang Chulan stroked his chin and commented, "Tsk, I told you, when this guy gets serious, even Daoist Wang Ye would have a hard time."

Xu Si, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, blew a smoke ring and lazily replied, "As expected."

Xu San pushed up his glasses but didn't say anything.

Feng Baobao, standing next to her, was even more direct. Her eyes were vacant, and she had a lollipop dangling from somewhere in her mouth, as if the earth-shattering battle just now was less interesting than the candy wrapper.

The old master stroked his beard, a serene smile on his face suggesting he had seen through the ways of the world.

Dean Taber, standing beside him, nodded slightly, his eyes filled with pure scholarly admiration.

Grandpa Lü Ci's deeply lined old face was expressionless, his eyes sweeping across the field like knives, showing no obvious malice, but certainly not friendliness either.

Only Wang Ai, that old fellow, had his old eyes darting around. He paused for a moment at the entrance to the passage where Lu Xiaobai had disappeared, a hint of hesitation and apprehension flashing in his cloudy eyes.

But soon, this fear was replaced by an even stronger greed.

His gaze, like that of a hyena smelling blood, was fixed on Wang Ye in the center of the arena, who had just climbed down from the earth snake's head, was soaking wet, and was wringing out the water stains from his Taoist robe.

The calculation and covetousness in his eyes were almost overflowing.

It seems that Master Wang Ye won't have a peaceful life from now on.

Looking back, the match with Wang Ye was actually a relatively fair contest of strength.

Although the Minister of Intelligence is only a soul clone and does not possess the "complete" essence cultivated by Wang Ye's dantian, his stamina is not on the same level.

But as "compensation," he held those incredibly potent potions in his hands, practically like he had cheat codes.

He only drank some "mana regeneration" potions earlier; if he were to down his throat all those "buff" potions that increase attack, speed, and defense—

That scene—I simply can't imagine it.

On the other hand, Master Wang Ye's defeat was not due to inferior magic.

The wonders of Feng Hou Qi Men are evident to all.

He lost because of a lack of experience, intelligence, and on-the-spot judgment.

With too little practical experience, almost no intelligence on the opponent, and an improper allocation of precious Qi within the body, he made fatal misjudgments about the subsequent development of the battle.

That magnificent "flood," the heroic feat of cutting down the ice dragon with all its might, looked impressive, but in reality, every move was like hitting cotton with a sledgehammer—a thankless and futile effort.

Qi and physical strength flow out like a floodgate being opened, but what is the result?

From beginning to end, they were led by the nose by the intelligence minister, and the pace was completely in the other party's hands.

As the fight dragged on, everyone was exhausted and had no choice but to surrender.

Fortunately, this was just a competition during the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony.

If it were a real life-or-death battle on the battlefield, judging by the way Master Wang Ye fought today, by this time next year, we'd probably all be clearing weeds from his grave.

"Sigh, the food is the original sin."

In a corner of the audience, someone muttered something under their breath.

The words may be rough, but the principle is sound. Hopefully, after this battle, this Wudang talent will have a good chance to reflect and improve.

"Hmph, you've grown quite a bit."

A slightly deep voice suddenly rang out.

The one who spoke was "Yun," whose gaze remained fixed on the direction in which the intelligence minister had left, his face expressionless.

Zhi Jinhua, standing next to her, suddenly turned her head, looking surprised, as if she doubted her ears: "Huh? What did you say? Did you say Xiaobai or Daoist Wang Ye?"

She looked at the cloud with a puzzled expression.

Yun did not answer.

He didn't even glance at Zhi Jinhua. With a swift movement, like a ray of light disappearing into the shadows, he silently walked into the depths of the passageway leading to the spectator stands and vanished in the blink of an eye.

"Huh? Yun? Yun!"

Zhi Jinhua called out twice, her brows furrowing slightly as she looked at the empty passageway.

This guy—

Why are you being so secretive today?

Meanwhile, in stark contrast to the earth-shattering excitement at the competition venue, the atmosphere in Lu Xiaobai's temporary dojo dormitory was leisurely—and somewhat ambiguous!

"Little White~ Little White~~ Little White White~~!"

Lu Linglong leaned over the bed, drawing out her words in a sweet, almost sickeningly sweet voice, her large, watery eyes gazing at the bed.

"Just let me in to lie down for a little while, okay? Just for a little while! I promise I won't disturb you!"

As she spoke, she carefully poked the bulging blanket with her finger.

"No! Don't come any closer!"

A muffled, slightly timid, yet unusually resolute voice came from under the covers.

He is the Minister of Magic.

He huddled tightly in Lu Xiaobai's arms like a startled quail, only his large, wet, wary eyes peeking out from under the blanket, staring intently at Lu Linglong as if she were a big bad wolf trying to take over his territory.

He wants to have this warm little world all to himself, and no one else can squeeze in!

Looking at the Minister of Magic's "If you dare to force me, I'll cry" attitude, Lu Linglong felt a ticklish, anxious feeling in her heart, as if being scratched by a kitten's claws.

She pouted and cast a pitiful, pleading look at Lu Xiaobai's true form.

Lu Xiaobai leaned quietly against the headboard.

The warm midday sun shone softly through the window onto his face.

That face was truly flawless.

Her skin was so white it was almost transparent, and every line of her facial features looked as if they had been meticulously sculpted, creating a beauty that was almost unreal.

His long eyelashes drooped, casting a small shadow under his eyes, making it impossible to see the emotions in them.

He simply lowered his head slightly, gently and tenderly combing the Minister of Magic's slightly disheveled hair with his fingers, as if that was the only thing he could focus on right now.

The imagery is so vivid—

How could someone with a near-perfect, breathtaking face so tenderly embrace another timid "self"?

The one in his arms, however, fiercely resisted the "invasion" of the third pink-haired beauty—it looked like a classic scene from some indescribable comics or anime!

In this situation, a strange, restless, and excited fire suddenly surged into Lu Linglong's mind, causing her body to tremble slightly and her cheeks to flush.

"----knew!"

Lu Linglong suddenly lowered her head, her voice instantly becoming thick with nasal tones, sounding extremely aggrieved. Her shoulders even twitched twice in response, making her look like a pitiful little thing abandoned by the whole world.

"You stingy person—if you won't let me lie down, then you won't—"

The Minister of Magic nestled tightly in Lu Xiaobai's arms, watching Lu Linglong's "heartbroken" appearance, as if she had suffered a great injustice. In that instant, the strings of "kindness" and "guilt" in his heart were plucked.

Was I too fierce just now?

Linglong just wanted to lie down for a while — did I upset her?

The Minister of Magic's heart softened immediately, and his resolve to protect the food began to waver.

He hesitated, his little head bobbing as if he wanted to lean out and say something comforting.

However, just as his "bed defenses" relaxed slightly!

"Hey!"

Lu Linglong, who had her head down, had a sly glint in her eyes!

She suddenly raised her head, and there was no trace of grievance left!

The movement was as fast as lightning! A hand swiftly lifted a corner of the blanket!

"Whoosh—!"

She moved like a nimble eel, and before the Minister of Magic could react, she slipped into the gap with lightning speed!

The target was the empty space on the other side of Lu Xiaobai's arms!

"Ah—! What are you doing?!"

The Minister of Magic was so startled by the sudden attack that he screamed, his voice trembling!

Immediately afterwards, a chaotic yet ambiguous sound erupted in the cramped dormitory!

"You stinky little thing! Don't touch us!"

"Damn it—get off me!"

"Hehe, it's warm here! Let me rub against you—"

The blankets were torn and twisted, and the three of them huddled together, their arms and legs inevitably intertwined. The sounds of fabric rubbing together, timid gasps, and Lu Linglong's smug chuckles mingled together, creating a scene that was both chaotic and unsightly.

The Minister of Magic was squeezed to the very back, his little face flushed red, feeling like a poor sausage sandwiched in a hot dog.

He finally managed to break free from Lu Linglong's clutches, glaring angrily at the smug pink-haired girl beside him. In his soft, timid voice, tinged with tears, he accused her: "Waaah—you lied—I'm never talking to you again—"

[Image of the Minister of Magic!]

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