Chapter 63: with translation of chapter title

Use you

Fu Guang comforted Xiaowenli, came to the reception room doorway, stood at the doorway, and her slender brows involuntarily furrowed.

An unfamiliar, murderous aura surged through the thin wall, coldly striking her skin and spiritual perception.

Under her sleeves, the dangerous aura raised tiny bumps on her arms; Fu Guang paused, her nostrils seemed filled with the rich smell of blood, and before her eyes appeared a vision of a bloody battlefield.

How many people has this killed?

"Is there a guest coming?" Fu Guang asked doubtfully.

"Yes." Light feathers fell behind her, and Xiguang appeared behind her.

"Lijia, Lisha, belonging to the Seventh Legion." Xiguang introduced like this, apparently thinking that Lisha's family was more important than Lisha himself.

So it's an acquaintance.

The Sentinel's eyes flickered, and he said, "The military department should have sent you a message."

"What mischief have you stirred up again?" Fu Guang questioned Xiguang, who seemed to know the situation, with a doubtful gaze.

The man wore a mask, his expression indiscernible, yet his eyes dared not meet hers.

"Or you could see for yourself; I'm not good at explaining."

Fu Guang raised her brows, her slender hand pushed the door open; inside, each person sat with an empty seat between them, aloof.

The originally not-small room was almost completely occupied by three people.

Lisha leaned sideways against the chair, legs crossed. He wore a black combat outfit similar to the one Fu Guang first saw him in, with a high collar that stood up, revealing only half his face, showing only his tall, aggressive browbone.

He had been casually chatting with the two people in the room, though called idle talk, sparks flew and the smell of gunpowder was thick, as if they would start fighting any second.

"The person sent by the military department, Xiao Taiyang, might not accept." Qingfeng thought the nickname was nice; calling Fu Guang it made the two seem overly aloof, with no other name to use, so he followed Chan Yi senior in calling her that.

He sat in the first seat below the head position.

At this moment, a sleeve was rolled up on one arm, and he lifted a teapot in his hand.

The jade-green tea poured from the pot into a small cup, its fragrance drifting with the rising steam, refreshing the heart and spleen.

Tingzhu sat in the third seat opposite him, silent; his burly frame sat uncomfortably in the chair, one hand resting on the backrest, the other on his raised thigh.

Secretly thinking, the people of Lijia, soaked, really troublesome.

Let's see after a few moves in a moment.

Lisha heard the soft voice of the girl outside the door fall.

"Then no need to trouble Guide Qingfeng, Xiaobai won't refuse." He said it familiarly, the name that no one present knew, with full confidence.

Since the first time seeing Xiaobai, when has she truly suffered a loss?

Except for the first meeting, when she softened her heart and purified him, aside from that, she stripped everything useful from him; although it wasn't worth much, this shows Xiaobai's nature.

For her, a free hired hand is absolutely not to be wasted.

His half-closed eyelids slowly lifted, his gaze locking onto the girl who pushed the door open.

The focus of the light was on Lisha's black thigh-high military boots, a dagger inserted at the side of the boot, its extremely thin blade exposed, flashing a cold chill, full of murderous aura.

It is a fine weapon.

Fu Guang recalled the first dagger that had accompanied her for a long time, which was reported as scrapped during the battle against the Bloodthirsty Vine.

Her gaze lingered on the dagger for a moment, recalling that the reward from the White Tower and the military department had not yet been claimed.

Lisha's gaze followed Fu Guang as she moved, and Fu Guang took her seat at the head.

Like a bone-piercing gaze, akin to the fiercest beast, it found its most beloved prey. He observed the prey's every move, waiting for the moment it exposed a weakness to deliver a fatal blow.

Lisha watched Fu Guang's gaze approaching, sat up, no longer languid as before, he curled his blood-red lips, his narrow eyes' red streaks blazing, "Long time no see, Xiaobai."

His fervent visage, like the otherworldly flower, burned with the utmost flames.

Qingfeng pushed the freshly poured tea before Fu Guang.

Fu Guang thanked softly, looking at Lisha, whom she hadn't seen in half a month; this person was more dangerous than before.

"Lisha, I heard you went to the Hanchuan Abyss; how did you come back?" Fu Guang lifted the teacup with one hand, her loose sleeve sliding down to her elbow, the delicate teacup and her jade-white fingertips complementing each other.

"Me." Lisha raised his brows, bluntly saying, "Of course I came for you."

"Could it not be the military's order?" Fu Guang took a light sip of the fragrant tea, the familiar taste, the familiar feeling, her mental landscape as if brushed by a cool breeze.

Tingzhu, sitting nearby and almost becoming air, suddenly laughed out loud.

No one should think they can get a free advantage at Fu Guang's place.

He met the gazes of the several people looking over, and only said to Guide Qingfeng, "Guide Qingfeng, your tea is fragrant; may I have a cup?"

Qingfeng's brows moved, "The teapot is over there; if you want tea, pour it yourself."

Qingfeng again spoke slowly, "Tingzhu the Sentinel suddenly being polite is somewhat unsettling."

Drinking the guide's tea, Tingzhu didn't bother to distinguish himself from him, glanced at the few people present, and added, "Or rather, I'm borrowing Xiao Fu Guang's light."

Fu Guang lowered her head, tapping her light-brain to check messages; she saw several red envelopes in the message column.

Without lifting her head, she said, "If you've drunk my tea, you're not allowed to speak."

"The tea leaves I provided also count as my tea."

All four people's hands paused; Qingfeng helplessly lowered his head and chuckled.

Lisha turned his teacup, stopping the words rising in his throat.

Although Xiguang hadn't taken a sip, he sat uprightly to Fu Guang's left; without the girl's words, he didn't intend to join in, and since the Guide had spoken, as a Guardian Sentinel he would only comply, saying nothing more.

After Tingzhu took a sip, hearing those words, he gulped down several cups in one go.

The tea's healing effect is worth a fortune outside; for the impoverished chief Sentinel, it's a rare good thing.

The lightning-based ability is too strong, causing equipment to wear out too frequently; Tingzhu still cannot stop fighting.

Each time the bounty comes in, he becomes wealthy for a while, but tinkering with equipment leaves him penniless again; repeating this, aside from his growing strength, he remains as poor as ever.

Gurgle gurgle

Ting Zhu silently made a pot of tea; since Fu Guang said she was hosting, there would naturally be no shortage of water to drink, and while checking the letters, she would also use her water-system ability to add water.

Fu Guang was somewhat silent about the information in the letters; the two letters were from the White Tower and the Military, regarding the rewards for controlling the Bloodthirsty Vine and creating new plants, as Senior Qingfeng had said earlier.

Wen Li also told her that she had applied to the White Tower for information about going to Alliance University to accompany her, and about the imminent arrival of Chan Yi and Senior Qingfeng.

The later letters were sent when she was unconscious; at a glance they were a temporary addition: 'Given your S-rank talent potential, the Military has, for your safety, sought an S-rank Li Shao to cooperate with your work, arriving shortly; may you use it pleasantly.'

Never mind that wording; let's go with that wording. Fu Guang lifted her head from the letters and looked toward Li Shao.

Her tone was unclear, her pitch rising: 'Do you agree to let me use you?'