"Miss, I fell for you the moment I first saw you. If you would let me steal a kiss, there would be no need for any bell. I would tell you Priest Larkin's whereabouts at once. What do you say?"
The voice was as grating as a cracked gong, and the words were hardly pleasant either. Yet Dongfang Minghui heard a teasing note in them. She flew into a rage. "Ding Ding!"
Without another word, Ding Ding knocked the person down with the Longevity Cauldron. "Little Ninth, Little Ninth, dried fish!"
Watching the figure crumple limply to the ground, Dongfang Minghui still felt unsatisfied and went over to deliver two kicks. "How dare you flirt with me! Are you tired of living?"
After kicking the person, however, she realized that the body on the ground felt rather soft, unlike those hard-bodied men.
Suspicion stirred in Dongfang Minghui's heart. She had Ding Ding turn the person over and pulled back the hood covering the head, revealing the entire face.
Dongfang Minghui: "!!!"
Qian Wanyu unraveled the final formation on the Nine-Ring Chain, and the iron chains binding Lance suddenly loosened. At the time, Qian Wanyu was talking with Lance. Most of their conversation revolved around the little moments Dongfang Minghui and Qian Wanyu had shared, and occasional laughter could be heard when they reached something amusing.
The Nine-Ring Chain was immensely heavy. Even resting on an ordinary person, it would crush them, let alone after weighing Lance down for over a decade. When it suddenly loosened, Lance straightened his back. Though he had yet to quite register what had happened, he steadily caught the iron chains sliding off his body.
Qian Yiling's face filled with excitement. "Yu'er, is it done?"
"Yes."
The Nine-Ring Chain had a very strange design. There