Three Consecutive Early-Morning Social Deaths, Bandit NPCs Actively Deliver Themselves

The following morning.

Sunlight filters through the tree canopy.

The birdsong was melodious, and the air was fresh.

Everything is wonderful.

Except for certain individuals' conditions.

Yu Feng was the first to emerge from the tent.

To be precise, he stumbled out.

"Ouch, my head..."

He crouched on the ground, clutching his head, groaning in pain.

Who hit me on the head?

Osler's face also turned pale and then flushed, and he leaned against the tree trunk without saying a word, dry heaving.

Even the strongest cannot withstand the onslaught of strong liquor.

The Shi Brothers stepped out of the tent, their large faces etched with the words "life is worse than death."

"You stepped on my foot, Shi Mo!"

"Is that your foot? I thought it was a tree root..."

A bunch of typical hangover losers.

In stark contrast are Ye Qing and Dugu Yan.

They walked back side by side from the outskirts of the camp.

Ye Qing had a rosy complexion, looked refreshed, and had a satisfied smile on her lips.

That sense of satisfaction even made him walk with a swagger.

Dugu Yan's condition was even more outrageously good.

Her short, emerald-green hair shimmered with a soft sheen in the morning light.

Her eyes were bright and clear, and her steps were so light she almost floated.

A faint, unconscious smile lingered at the corners of her lips.

If Yu Feng and the others were the remains of someone overwhelmed by alcohol...

These two are like beings who have received a max-level buff and can be resurrected with full health on the spot.

"Brother Ye!"

Yu Feng weakly raised his head, his eyes filled with incomprehension towards the powerful.

"Didn't you drink last night? How come you're so energetic?"

"Because you have a good constitution."

Ye Qing gave a dismissive reply, seemingly indifferent.

Dugu Yan gave a soft hum, her gaze unconsciously sweeping across the camp.

"Um?"

She felt something was off.

Ning Rongrong sat beside the remnants of the campfire, head bowed, saying nothing.

He was unusually quiet.

When Dugu Yan's gaze swept over her, her ears turned so red they almost bled.

Dugu Yan's brows twitched slightly, then she turned her head to look in the other direction.

Ye Lingling was taking small sips of water, her posture as gentle as ever.

But her gaze never dared to drift even a millimeter in Dugu Yan's direction.

Her eyes flickered uncertainly, and her ears were also tinged with an unnatural blush.

Dugu Yan's intuition told her that something was wrong.

Normally, the two of them would definitely greet her.

But something was wrong, and she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"What happened?"

She whispered to Ye Qing beside her, "Why do Lingling and Ning Rongrong seem to be avoiding me today?"

Ye Qing paused slightly.

He turned to the side, his lips close to Dugu Yan's earlobe, his warm breath brushing against her still-flushed earlobe.

He dropped a depth charge in a low voice, in a volume only the two of them could hear.

"They came over to our side last night, um, just to get up in the middle of the night."

"Ah?"

Dugu Yan's changing expressions were a textbook example of a three-stage breakdown.

For the first second, I was stunned.

Information received, not yet parsed.

The next second, I understood.

His pupils contracted sharply, and his mind trembled.

In the third second, I'm dead!

A blush of embarrassment spread from her ears to her collarbone.

Her entire face was flushed red, enough to be a second sun in the Sunset Forest.

Those moments when even they themselves didn't know what they were saying were actually witnessed by Lingling and Ning Rongrong.

Dugu Yan's legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

Why didn't you say so sooner?!

She lowered her voice, gritted her teeth, and squeezed out each word from between her teeth.

"We were so engrossed in our own world back then, we didn't have time to care about them," Ye Qing said, shrugging.

He didn't even bother to hide the mischievous grin on his face.

"You!"

Dugu Yan wished she could dig a three-foot-deep hole on the spot and jump in to bury herself.

I will never see Ye Lingling again in my life.

I will never see Ning Rongrong again in my remaining years.

The rest of my life--

"Cough cough."

Ye Qing cleared his throat at the opportune moment, clapped his hands twice, and drew everyone's attention.

"Alright everyone, take a rest. We're setting off back to Heaven Dou City today."

On the way back.

The line stretched out into a delicate, long stretch.

Dugu Yan walked beside Ye Qing, her face expressionless the entire time, her jaw so taut it could trap a mosquito.

But every few minutes, she couldn't help but secretly turn her head to peek behind her.

Look at Ye Lingling.

Look at Ning Rongrong.

Ye Lingling and Ning Rongrong walked at the very end of the line.

The two were about an arm's length apart, and kept their heads down the entire time without exchanging a single word.

Occasionally, if their gaze accidentally falls on Dugu Yan's back in front of them, they will all look away in perfect unison.

The level of coordination was even greater than the Shi Brothers ' dual Martial Soul cooperation.

Yu Feng was completely baffled by this subtle atmosphere.

I looked left and right, but couldn't figure it out no matter how hard I tried.

"What happened?"

"Did all the girls have a fight today?" he couldn't help but ask.

The three girls spoke at the same time, "Shut up."

Synchronization rate is 100%.

"Well..."

Yu Feng shrank his neck and immediately shut his mouth, knowing better than to do so.

"Okay, okay, I'll shut up."

Osler and the Shi Brothers exchanged a glance and silently quickened their pace to move further away from the three.

I've heard that women experience periods of irritability and mood swings every month.

Could it be that all three of them are?

Sunset Forest is not far from Heaven Dou City.

After covering most of the half-day journey, the trees ahead gradually thinned out, and the official road leading to Heaven Dou City could be seen.

"Stop!"

A dozen or so figures suddenly sprang out of the bushes beside the official road, each wielding a weapon and with a fierce expression.

The leader was a bald, burly man with a face full of scars.

He held a sharpened demon-head sword in his hand and chuckled coldly.

"Kill the man, tie up the woman!"

Ye Qing: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Dugu Yan broke the silence first, her voice even carrying a hint of unbelievable joy.

"Ye Qing, are you sure we haven't transmigrated into some third-rate storybook?"

"I'd like to confirm that too," Ye Qing said expressionlessly.

The Imperial Fighting Team has just graduated from the hellish training in Sunset Forest.

The weakest members of the team are all Soul Grandmaster.

Then they were ambushed and robbed by a group of ordinary mountain bandits.

Who wrote this script?

Ye Qing gave Dugu Yan a wink.

Dugu Yan understood, and a malicious smile curled at the corner of her lips.

Perfect.

He was seething with anger from the social unrest and had nowhere to vent it.

Thirty seconds later.

A dozen or so bandits lay neatly on the ground, bound together like a row of rice dumplings by Ye Lingling's Ten Thousand Year Vine.

Dugu Yan didn't even release her Martial Soul; she defeated everyone with her bare fists.

Every punch carried the resentment of "keep what happened last night to yourself."

They played exceptionally well.

"Tell me, where did you come from?"

Ye Qing squatted down in front of the bald, burly man, his tone so calm it was chilling.

The bald, burly man, his face bruised and swollen, trembled all over. "M-Grandpa, spare us! We're from Bird Mouth Mountain!"

After some questioning, the guy revealed all the information he had.

The bandit stronghold at Bird Mouth Mountain had over a hundred members.

Only twenty-five of them were Soul Master.

The bandit leader, nicknamed "Owl Boss," was a Soul King.

Upon hearing this, Yu Feng's eyes lit up instantly, and he slammed his fist into his palm.

"Brother Ye! Are we going to suppress bandits?"

"We just came out of Sunset Forest, our hands are still warm!"

The Shi Brothers chimed in unison, "We haven't beaten anyone up in ages! Our hands are itching!"

Osler didn't say anything, but silently cracked his wrist joints.

Several of them were clearly eager to try.

Ye Qing scanned the expressions on everyone's faces.

have to.

Having just graduated from a hellish difficulty dungeon, their murderous aura still lingering, they're already looking for trouble again.

He smiled helplessly, "Alright, consider it an extra activity on the way back."

He then looked down at the trembling bald man and held up one finger.

"Get up, lead the way to the bandit stronghold at Bird Mouth Mountain."