19: Chapter 19 Henan Dialect, Perfect

Zhang Qingguo intentionally puffed out her 'big white rabbits,' as if proving that not only was she incredibly clever, but her chest was also large enough.

"Sister, something's not right. Wang Baobao and that priest's spiritual power are recovering."

Zhang Qingcheng, in her invisible state, observed the subtle changes in the two of them. Their pale complexions were gradually turning rosy, and their listless spirits were becoming more vibrant; these were clear symptoms of spiritual power recovery.

"How is that possible?!" Zhang Qingguo said in shock.

Actually, they had already arrived while Li Mumu was fighting the Boss. Seeing Li Mumu's divine bravery as if he were an army of one, they knew they were no match and thus sent Zhang Qingcheng ahead in stealth to gather intelligence.

Then, they discovered that Li Mumus Team had exhausted their spiritual power and their Spirit Water was completely gone, making Wang Baobao and the priest no better than useless.

Therefore, at five against two, they were confident they could take down Li Mumu and Dongfang Xue.

But now that the intelligence was wrong and the battle situation had instantly shifted, Zhang Qingguo couldn't help but curse, "Wang Baobao, you wicked woman, you actually played me?!"

???

Wang Baobao was left completely bewildered by the insult, not understanding what Zhang Qingguo was trying to say. "What are you blathering about? Calling me wicked? You're the despicable one! Brothers and sisters, let's kill her!"

Zhang Qingcheng was right; while they were obscured by the stinky fart smoke, Li Mumu had traded one hundred bottles of Spirit Water to each of his three teammates.

So, Wang Baobao and Liu Lin's spiritual power was indeed recovering, and the Ginyu Force poses were also a tactic used to stall for time.

The counterattack begins!!!

To catch the bandits, first catch their leader. Li Mumu acted first, holding the cloud-piercing staff as he charged toward Zhang Qingguo.

"Dongfang Xue, I'll leave that assassin to you!"

"Fine!"

At the same time.

Zhang Qingguo gave the order, "Little sister, don't worry about me, give it your all to take out the priest!"

"Roger!"

Both sides' intentions were clear.

Li Mumu wanted to take out the commander to throw the enemy into disarray.

Zhang Qingguo's side had to take out the priest, because the healer position was a natural counter to agility-based burst classes.

A cold sneer appeared at the corner of Zhang Qingguo's mouth. Seeing Li Mumu rushing toward her, she silently pulled out a dagger shimmering with black light. It was coated in paralysis toxin; a single scratch could control him for 1.5 seconds, and 1.5 seconds was enough for a Night Messenger to end the battle.

But an inch longer meant an inch stronger; Li Mumu had no intention of close-quarters combat and used the cloud-piercing staff to keep her at bay.

On the other side.

With a hundred bottles of Spirit Water as a backup, Wang Baobao was like a beggar who had suddenly become filthy rich. Her left hand never stopped chugging Spirit Water, while her right hand continuously cast fire spells from her staff; it was a display of sheer extravagance.

"First Job Skill: Firebird Strike!"

"First Job Skill: Firebird Strike!"

"First..."

Forget about getting close; the three women in black were lucky enough just to not be burned to death.

Dongfang Xue closed her eyes, her heart as still as water and as calm as a quiet tide, using this to sense the movements around her.

Of course, once Zhang Qingcheng went invisible, even her footsteps would be hidden. Relying solely on closing her eyes to enhance her perception yielded very little.

Dongfang Xue was naturally aware of this. She wasn't doing this to sense Zhang Qingcheng's position, but rather...

"First Job Skill: Executioners Slash!"

Exactly.

The moment Zhang Qingcheng struck, she would use her body to block the ultimate move.

Squelch~~

Blood splattered as a gory wound appeared on Dongfang Xue's fair shoulder, her health bar dropping to 56%.

"Liu Lin, heal me!"

"Got it!" Liu Lin shouted.

Although being shouted at to "heal me" by a girl in public was indeed a bit embarrassing, he couldn't worry about his pride at such a critical moment.

"I'm a manly man, I'm a big milk cow!!!"

"First Job Skill: Holy Healing Technique!"

A beam of holy light lit up on Dongfang Xue's body, extremely warm. Her health instantly recovered to a peak of 96%, and the wound fused and disappeared before their very eyes.

Zhang Qingcheng was stunned, feeling a bit depressed, and followed up with dozens of basic attacks.

And Liu Lin, separated by only one person, imitated Wang Baobao. His left hand chugged Spirit Water while his right hand continuously cast staff skills.

"First Job Skill: Holy Healing Technique!"

"First Job Skill: Holy Healing Technique!"

"First..."

And so, an incredibly ridiculous scene was born.

One moment Dongfang Xue was bleeding out, and the next she was resurrected with full health by golden light. After repeating this cycle many times, Xiao Xue was seeing red, the attacker was exhausted, and the healer was drained.

"Are you guys having fun?" Dongfang Xue said with a face full of dark lines.

Liu Lin stuck out his tongue, looking breathless. "I can't do it anymore, I'm too weak. A 'one dragon, two phoenixes' scene is something I really can't hold up."

Dongfang Xue: "..."

Zhang Qingcheng: "..."

"Dongfang Xue, can you actually tolerate this?"

"Heh." Dongfang Xue gave a cold laugh. "No, I can't!"

With that, a towering killing intent erupted from Dongfang Xue, frightening Zhang Qingcheng into leaping backward, preparing to use her Phantom Barrier skill again.

But the opportunity was rare.

Dongfang Xue wouldn't let it go. She quickly drew her bow and fired at Zhang Qingcheng, chaining skills as the ice arrow approached.

"First Talent Skill: Arrow Shadow!"

"First Job Skill: Ice Burst!"

She fired another arrow, again chaining skills. Repeating this cycle, Dongfang Xue actually managed to turn drawing a bow into a shotgun blast.

It was clear she was truly angry.

Bang bang bang...

Zhang Qingcheng was riddled with holes, her health bar plummeting downward.

100%.

77%.

41%.

25%.

8%.

3%.

A sudden accident!

Dongfang Xue's strike was too heavy; she hadn't held back at all, leading to Zhang Qingcheng's health being nearly empty. And the result of zero health was death...

"No!"

Seeing this while fighting Li Mumu, Zhang Qingguo cried out in despair.

At the critical moment.

Liu Lin stepped forward and gave Zhang Qingcheng a heal. "First Job Skill: Holy Healing Technique!"

Her health instantly rose from 3% to 43%.

Close, very close, incredibly close.

Taking advantage of Zhang Qingguo's distraction, Li Mumu knocked away her poisoned dagger, grabbed her two white wrists, and pinned them behind her back. Then, freeing one hand to grip her neck, he threatened: "Nobody move! Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless to this beauty."

"Dammit, you're taking advantage of the situation! You're not a man!" Zhang Qingguo shouted, her face full of indignation.

"Whether I'm a man or not, can't you feel it right now?!" Li Mumu gave a contemptuous smile.

The two of them were positioned chest-to-back, and they were pressed particularly close below. Thus, as to whether Li Mumu was a man, Zhang Qingguo could personally feel that fire-like heat and agitation.

"You... shameless!"

Zhang Qingguo's face turned red with rage, as if she were suffering from a great contempt that even exceeded what her family had brought her.

She was unwilling to accept this. Why was it like this? Why was she always the loser?

"Li Mumu, you either kill me or let me go, otherwise once I find an opportunity, I definitely won't let you off!"

Zhang Qingguo was too agitated, her curvaceous body struggling frantically, but the more she struggled, the more contact there was between them.

This was not a scene that the young virgin Li Mumu could handle, so he decided to go all the way. He took out a hemp rope from his system backpack and tied Zhang Qingguo up in a five-flower tie.

It was just that the binding style was a bit like the MO of a certain media company.

To better fit the original work, Li Mumu also silently took off a white sock and stuffed it into Zhang Qingguo's mouth.

This provocative posture and this resentful expression could only be expressed in Henan dialect.

Perfect!