Chapter 71: The Straight-Laced Muscle Alliance! (Requesting First Subscription)

“Phew… good, I’ve pulled the wave.”

Song Yuan’s inner calm returned somewhat; after all, he had just learned this wave-control technique from Ming-ge for targeting easy-to-grip top laners, and he wasn’t yet proficient with it.

“Level three—time to gank!”

The signal appeared on the top lane; Jiang Ming, watching from the back, nodded approvingly at his top laner’s move.

Pull the blue-side minions’ aggro to create a situation where two melee minions face off against just one of our own melee minions.

A thunderous boom erupted as the fireball landed nearby, instantly igniting a vast stretch of wild grass and underbrush, sending up a thick column of smoke.

“Heh, I was just thinking the same—let’s head to the Sacred Hall. To be honest, I’m quite curious about that master.” Li Qing smiled faintly; the “master” he referred to was naturally Zhang Fan, whom he now addressed as such after witnessing his abilities.

Nan Gong Jing heard this and was puzzled: why hadn’t Tu Baobao come in? If she hadn’t forgiven them, she wouldn’t have returned with Nan Gong Yuhan; if she had forgiven them, why stay outside? For all his cunning, Nan Gong Jing couldn’t fathom what Tu Baobao was truly thinking.

Xue Jiahong, Ding Ding, Hu Miao, and Jun Zilong, though at a distance, heard clearly—the translator had called him a god. Xue Jiahong was most startled, instinctively gripping his sword hilt, frowning as he pondered what was going on.

“I’d love to absorb it, but… sigh, never mind.” Jiang Tao looked as if he carried the weight of the world. Zhang Fan chuckled, as if he understood—this had to be related to Zhang Ziqing.

Why had Xiao Xiao rushed to the capital the moment something major happened there? Could this matter somehow be tied to Tian Ning?

At these words, Da Ji could no longer hold back; tears fell like broken pearls.

“You’ve done well—but not enough!” Zhang Jiaming gestured for the group to gather around the map on the table.

Saying this, the five immediately glared angrily at Liu Xinyan. Zhou Wan thought for a moment but remained silently standing aside—this wasn’t her affair; she had no reason to interfere.

Chu Yunxiao’s figure darted through the void—now forward, now backward, now left, now right.

Zhuo Yu nodded and entered with him. As soon as the two stepped inside, they noticed everyone inside was slumped, listless, lacking energy. The shopkeeper, seeing customers, showed no delight—only impatience.

Ming Keke heard Qiu Yitian’s words, her big eyes darting back and forth; her thoughts were nearly identical to Qiu Yitian’s—what did the boss mean? What exactly was he dissatisfied with?

In the past, whenever Zhang Mingyuan joked around, Xu Wan would immediately slap him across the head—but now, she seemed to have lost her usual fiery temper, sighing instead with a hollow emptiness, her gaze drifting lightly toward Zhang Mingyuan, fixing him with a stare that made his skin crawl.

But Zhang Mingyuan was stubborn, refusing to bow to fate; he stood tall and proud, defiantly resisting fate’s filthy design.

The white-haired, thin, wrinkled crane spoke—before Kapu could move, she had already charged forward, meeting the mad pirates head-on. Watching Guozhou and the crane, his old friends, Kapu finally let out a bitter laugh.

Jin Peng’s expression darkened, but since he was powerless to resist, he welcomed the chance to vent his frustration; he shot upward, transforming into a golden streak that streaked westward.

Hong Lian seemed to sense Lin Xiao’s gaze; her face flushed slightly unnaturally, and she offered a faint smile.

Seeing his gloomy expression, Wei Chi Jin’s face twitched with a hint of amusement—gone in an instant.

Sometimes, decisions must be made. Now that this has happened, decisive action is even more necessary—hesitation invites chaos; people cannot live forever in indecision.