Chapter 787
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"Leader, Vice Leader, what should we do?" Zhao Bo asked with an ugly expression.
This was the first time he was doing a mission with a group ever since he joined The World group.
He didn't expect to receive such a mission.
As a veteran mercenary, Zhao Bo had a good understanding of the situation and danger levels of the various places in the Nirvana Realm.
The tomb of the Ling King was definitely a place they could not step into.
Ye Qing Luo's lips curled slightly as she exchanged glances with Long Yun Zhan, reading the same thoughts from his eyes.
"Let's give it a try. How would we know if we don't try?"
Ye Qing Luo rolled up the scroll and stuffed it back into Zhao Bo's arms: "If you try, there might not be any hope. But if you don't try, there's definitely no hope at all. If it doesn't work, we'll retreat. "
Regardless of the danger, since this mission had landed in The World group's hands, she should have led The World group to give it her all and not shake her head and advise everyone to give up before they had even done anything.
This was not her style.
This was also not the style of The World group.
The young mercenaries replied in unison, "Yes!"
Ye Qing Luo's existence was their hope, their miracle.
Even if it was a mountain of knives or a sea of fire, as long as Ye Qing Luo nodded her head, they would march forward bravely without any fear.
Because they knew.
No matter how dangerous it was ahead, Ye Qing Luo would travel together with them.
Furthermore, he would do everything in his power to ensure their safety.
Zhao Bo and the others were slightly taken aback.
As though he had not expected that Ye Qing Luo would choose to head towards King Ling's tomb.
As though she had not expected that these youngsters, after hearing about the dangers of King Ling's tomb, would still unwaveringly agree with Ye Qing Luo's words.
Then, the twenty or so old mercenaries grinned and laughed.
Wasn't this … the feeling they were pursuing?
Ye Qing Luo was indeed a lady filled with hope.
…
Ye Qing Luo naturally wouldn't head over rashly due to the dangers of Ling King's tomb.
What's more, she still had to go back at night to give Zi Ling acupuncture treatment.
Because of this, she had everyone return to the old mansion first, then had Qiao Jin and Yan Xiao Yi go to the Three Thousand Peach Blossoms and spend some money to obtain all the information about the Ling King's tomb.
After all, this was a place where one's life was at stake. One had to be careful.
The group of people returned to the old house in a mighty manner.
When he walked in to ask around, he saw Holy Pirate holding a shiny gold bottle and carefully wiping it. He looked very sincere.
"Grandpa Pirate, what are you doing?" Kitty Li blinked her bright eyes. She looked at Holy Pirate with confusion.
As he spoke, his small body quickly leaped over.
Xiao Qiao's hand was already on Holy Pirate's shoulder.
"Bang —"
There was a loud noise as Holy Pirate's hand shook. The golden bottle in his hand fell to the ground and made a loud sound.
"My golden bottle —"
Holy Pirate knelt on the ground. His hands trembled as he tried to pick up the golden bottle, but …
His hands were shaking so much that he could not pick up the golden bottle.
Holy Pirate's wrinkled face was full of sorrow.
It was as if the thing he treasured the most had fallen to the ground and shattered.
Kitty Li was frightened by Stolen Saint's appearance.
It was not that she was curious, but Holy Pirate's sincere attitude toward the golden bottle made her nervous.
The mercenaries around them were also shocked.
Only Zhao Bo and the others acted as if they were used to it. They picked up their teapots and went to the back hall to brew tea.
Ye Qing Luo's lips twitched as she walked directly to the front of Holy Pirate.
She bent down and picked up the golden bottle.
Holy Pirate's vision was glued onto the golden bottle as he followed Ye Qing Luo's gaze.
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