Steam Era: The Lord of 'Puluo' Chapter 1428: Star Skill 2
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Chapter 1428: Chapter 642: Star Skill 2
If it’s Magical Treasures and Spiritual Objects, it’s best not to touch any of them. Such things, Master definitely has a good idea about.
If it’s real gold and silver, there’s no need to be polite. Take as much as possible, I guess Master wouldn’t mind.
A group of people followed the “kidnapper” into the cave, reaching the depths where it was pitch black inside. The “kidnapper” opened the door to his Portable Residence: “Brothers, this way!”
The fellow disciples followed in.
“What is this place?”
“It’s so dark, why not light a torch?”
“Why is there a bed here? Does someone live here?”
“Oh, not just a bed, but a beautiful girl too!”
Hong Ying was delighted, turned back and smiled: “Am I beautiful?”
“Mother! A ghost!”
This person was bound to be unlucky; this one sentence enraged Hong Ying.
Hong Ying swung her sword, cutting off the person’s ears and nose: “Look at yourself in a puddle of urine, and see if you look like a ghost!”
The others noticed the situation was off and tried to run outside.
Where could they run to, the door had been closed by Li Banfeng long ago.
Hong Ying fought for a while, taking down half, then wiped the blood off, not bothering with the remaining half.
“Leave them for you to eat, I really have no appetite for these rough materials.”
The Phonograph smacked Hong Ying twice: “How dare you call them rough, these people’s cultivation level isn’t low. It’s not easy for your husband to maintain the household, yet you have the nerve to be picky,
be it coarse tea and simple meals, or rare delicacies, they all come from your husband’s hard-earned money. Back then, when I just started following your husband, even getting a bite was good enough and you dare to be choosy now? Go clean up these materials quickly!”
Hong Ying huffed: “Little Nine, come clean up the materials!”
Miss Jiu impatiently went to the main room, exerting considerable effort to get rid of the remaining few.
Sitting beside and panting for a moment, she heard Hong Ying’s mocking words: “Crazy old woman, you’re really done for, struggling against a few fur thieves leaves you in this state?”
Miss Jiu huffed: “These people aren’t easy to beat, besides this body is indeed failing, that bitch Red Lotus doesn’t want to put effort in either.”
The Phonograph glanced at Zhao Xiaowan’s puppet: “When it comes to fighting, this body’s weak, probably not because Red Lotus isn’t trying but she might just be out of techniques.”
Hong Ying chuckled from beside the dressing table: “A body made by others can never match the flesh and blood grown naturally. I, Hong, have the morale to depend on my own skills, never expecting anything from others!”
The Phonograph rotated its horn, pressing down the flame in front of its chest.
Jiu’er pulled a dagger from her sleeve, smiling at Hong Ying.
From the second room, Red Lotus suddenly shouted: “Don’t gossip behind backs, speak directly when there’s something to say.”
Jiu’er sneered: “Speak directly? Your work is just terrible!”
“It’s bad? Then don’t use it!” Red Lotus cracked open the door slightly, “Send some food in.”
Hong Ying turned the gun, glanced at Red Lotus: “How arrogant, can’t you come out and eat yourself?”
“I can come out but those inside can’t.”
“Inside?” A flame shot up, the Phonograph raised its guard.
Hong Ying looked towards the door gap, where a shadow slowly emerged.
This was not Red Lotus’s shadow; the shadow had no edges and was extremely smooth.
Hong Ying asked: “Little Jiu’er, who used to live in the second room?”
Miss Jiu shook her head: “I can’t recall.”
Hong Ying got somewhat angry: “What was our prior agreement? What does it mean to follow orders? You can’t handle losing in a fight, can you?”
Miss Jiu said: “I’m not lying, I truly cannot remember. I only recall there was someone tough residing in the second room.”
…
Lai Baifan sat in the room for a moment, his stomach settled down quite a bit.
He stood up and moved around a little, feeling somewhat bloated, rubbing his belly, muttering: “Feels like I haven’t digested well yet.”
“Why not have some tea to help?” Li Banfeng handed over the teapot.
Lai Baifan got startled, looking at Li Banfeng: “You are…”
“Didn’t you just recognize me? I’m Li Qi!” Li Banfeng clasped his fists, “Forgot to ask you, is this fist greeting appropriate here?”
This question, Li Banfeng asked once before.
This created an illusion for Lai Baifan, making him suspect whether he just had a dream?
Li Qi, whom he had consumed, suddenly reappeared, nonchalantly chatting as if they had just met.
Lai Baifan, known in Three-Head Fork, was quite knowledgeable. The illusion passed quickly, he set aside the doubts and swiftly became alert.
His stomach ached again, now was obviously not the time to clash with Li Qi, Lai Baifan planned to flee.
Rushing directly towards Li Banfeng would be too challenging, Lai Baifan leaped onto the beam, chewing and devouring it.
The roof collapsed with a boom, Lai Baifan, relying on his tough skin and flesh, burrowed through the roof and headed straight into the forest.
Li Banfeng used the Path-breaking Technique to avoid the falling roof, chasing after Lai Baifan.
Lai Baifan leaped and ran quickly, remarkably able to compete with Li Banfeng in speed.
After chasing for a while, Li Banfeng could approximate that Lai Baifan’s speed matched that of Ban Feng Yi—proving that Ban Feng Yi’s techniques had been partly seized by him.
He was able to seize Ban Feng Yi’s techniques because Ban Feng Yi was in his stomach.
Earlier, Lai Baifan mentioned Bitter Granny to Li Banfeng; three years ago, when Li Banfeng arrived in Puluo State, Bitter Granny had advised him to take care of Li Qi.
Upon arriving in Puluo State then, Bitter Granny didn’t know Li Banfeng was called Li Qi, and Li Banfeng didn’t even know he was called Li Qi either.