187: The favored are fearless

"Yan Hui, be careful!" Along with this anxious cry...

White Powder Granny's attacks came like a torrential storm, becoming increasingly fierce and sharp. Qiu Yanhui did her best to resist, but she was clearly starting to lose her strength.

Seeing this, Tang Tang was burning with anxiety. Without hesitation, she brandished the peach wood sword in her hand and charged towards White Powder Granny.

White Powder Granny's figure flashed as she quickly turned around, followed by a vicious sweeping kick aimed straight at Tang Tang.

Unable to dodge in time, her entire body flew out like a kite with a broken string, slamming heavily into the glass door on the side.

With a "bang," the glass door instantly shattered into countless pieces, scattering across the floor.

"Tang Tang, how are you? Are you hurt anywhere?" Qiu Yanhui's heart tightened. She gripped the ox horn necklace around her neck tightly while urgently trying to check on Tang Tang's condition.

But at this moment, she herself was pinned down by White Powder Granny, completely unable to break away to rescue her good friend.

Tang Tang fell to the ground in a sorry state, rolling several times before barely managing to stabilize herself.

She grit her teeth, enduring the pain in her body.

"I'm fine!"

"But sister, if we don't use our secret weapon now, I'm afraid something really bad is going to happen to me!"

Qiu Yanhui no longer hesitated. She decisively took off the ox horn necklace from her neck and crushed it with all her spiritual power.

In truth, Qiu Yanhui didn't know what kind of effect the ox horn necklace Sister Meng had given her actually had.

But since Sister Meng had solemnly vowed that it could save her life, she figured she wouldn't lie to her.

At the very moment the ox horn necklace shattered, a teleportation formation suddenly emerged.

The formation flickered with a heart-palpitating blood-red glow, as if it were a passage to the netherworld... Then, the phantom in the center of the teleportation formation slowly became clear and gradually solidified. Finally, a tall, muscular "Vajra Barbie" beauty appeared before everyone's eyes.

Niu Mengmeng was dressed in a set of Netherworld Battle Armor that shimmered with a cold, chilling light, looking heroic and imposing. Her long black hair was tied up high, making her look even more capable and sharp.

A bone-chilling coldness emanated from her eyes, and she was filled with disgust for the overly dense yin energy around her.

With a gentle wave of her jade-like hand, the yin energy that had been continuously gathering above actually seemed to be suppressed, its color gradually fading.

In the depths of her eyes, one could see a condescending gaze unique to those in high positions. But when her gaze swept over Qiu Yanhui, it changed instantly.

Her originally cold eyes finally softened with a hint of warmth as she asked with concern, "Yan Hui, are you okay?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Niu Mengmeng drifted down gracefully.

After landing, she immediately released her spiritual sense, unscrupulously scanning every part of Qiu Yanhui's body.

Suddenly, her gaze stopped on Qiu Yanhui's right hand, and a look of worry couldn't help but appear on her face:

"Oh my, Yan Hui, look at your right middle finger! The nail is actually broken in half!"

In fact, among the three of them, Qiu Yannanfei's injuries were the most minor.

Even such an insignificant injury was of utmost importance in Niu Mengmeng's eyes.

Because for a lesbian couple in the heat of passion, even a single scratch on Qiu Yanhui's nail would make her feel heartbroken.

[For lesbians, fingers are quite important!]

Qiu Yanhui's throat felt as if something were stuck in it, making it hard to speak. Her eyes also involuntarily stung, and tears welled up in them.

Before this, she had always thought the ox horn necklace only served as something like a protective shield, but she never imagined it could actually summon Niu Mengmeng—the "Yin God"—to come to her aid.

[Wow, so cool! But since the Yin God is slacking off during work hours, Sister Mengmeng's bonus for this month is probably toast!]

"I... I'm fine." Qiu Yanhui suppressed her tears, her voice slightly choking.

[Next month's five-star resort trip is down the drain.]

Seeing this, Niu Mengmeng sighed, stepped forward to take Qiu Yanhui's hand, and said, "You almost died, and you're still thinking about the resort?"

"Is it that obvious?" Qiu Yanhui blinked.

"Yes! If you so much as wiggle your butt, I know whether you're going to poop..." Niu Mengmeng said bluntly.

Qiu Yanhui's nose couldn't help but sting. Leaning into Sister Mengmeng's arms, she said in a cutesy voice, "Sister, that plastic surgery freak hit me so hard, it hurts!"

"Sis~ter!"

Niu Mengmeng's curved willow-leaf brows trembled slightly. She knew perfectly well that her mischievous little friend was deliberately trying to change the subject and complain to her.

Even so, she had absolutely no resistance against her sweetheart. Perhaps, as the Emperor once said, "It's hard for a female general to pass the test of a beauty!"

At this thought, Niu Mengmeng couldn't help but show a look of doting.

She gently reached out her hand, stroking Qiu Yanhui's smooth forehead like a spring breeze, and comforted her in a soft voice.

"Alright! Sister will definitely help you settle this debt with interest, a thousand times, ten thousand times over!"

Hearing this, Qiu Yanhui blinked her large, watery eyes and nodded obediently, snuggling up to Niu Mengmeng like a docile little rabbit.

[When a woman acts cute, her sister's (or brother's) soul will float away!!!]

...Meanwhile, the atmosphere above Tokyo was heavy.

Yin Shu led a squad of Yin Soldiers and intercepted the Werewolf Patriarch who was attempting to flee.

A cold sneer touched the corner of his mouth. His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, locked onto Harold Lancelot, as if he could pierce through his body and see the secrets in his heart.

"Werewolf clan, why have you come to this place?"

"...To subdue the hundred demons and attempt to create the so-called Night Parade of One Hundred Demons?"

Yin Shu's words carried an unquestionable authority.

Harold Lancelot looked up. The moment his gaze met Yin Shu's...

He felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His body went stiff, unable to move—the Yin Soldiers of the Underworld had actually appeared here and now!

[Isn't it said that Country R is a land loathed by the Underworld? Logically, those ghost messengers and Yin Soldiers should never set foot on this soil!]

Harold Lancelot's heart was full of doubt, but he had no time for deep thought now.

He straightened his crisp suit, then respectfully raised his hands, lowered them slowly in front of his chest, and then bowed slightly, cupping his hands in a salute to Yin Shu.

"Greetings, Lord Chiliarch. We have come this time by the order of our God, merely intending to make more devout believers."

Yin Shu lowered his eyes and swept a glance over him, treating Harold Lancelot as if he were invisible. "Hmph! Making believers?"

"How could the Underworld not know of your schemes? Surrender quickly, or don't blame this Chiliarch for being merciless!"

Harold Lancelot's expression changed slightly, but he quickly recovered. He smiled apologetically, "Lord Chiliarch, please calm your anger."

"Harold failed to recognize your greatness. I hope your Lordship can be magnanimous."