The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1782

Chapter 1782: 871 Triumph at the beginning! (Chapter 1)

Liao Chen’s expression was indescribable.

Has this guy gotten lost again?

Can you explain how you managed to get lost from the Northeast to the Northwest?

Liao Chen resisted the urge to twitch his lips and calmly said, "This is not Cangxue Pass... By the way, did your Geng Family swap tasks with Wang Xu, escorting Your Highness Changsun to negotiate with Chen Country?"

The Qingfeng Taoist priest said, "Geng Wuxiu wanted to eat Lamb Buns, so I went to buy them for him. I told him not to wander off and to follow Your Highness Changsun... I guess he got lost with Your Highness Changsun and the others."

Liao Chen looked at the bamboo leaf bag containing three steamed buns dried like stones, unable to hold back, and his lips twitched fiercely.

The one truly lost is you, right?

How long have you been lost!

Can’t you ask for directions?

True, this guy never asks for directions; he doesn’t think he’s gone the wrong way at all.

— As long as I don’t ask, I haven’t gone the wrong way.

Being clueless isn’t scary; what’s scary is thinking you’re a road master when you’re clearly clueless.

Liao Chen shook his head and sighed, "Who grows up like you... how did you end up like this?"

The Qingfeng Taoist didn’t hear clearly and looked at him oddly, "What did you say?"

Liao Chen’s peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, the killing aura on him unusually faded, replaced with a seductive smile of a demon monk, "I said you’re naturally a deity; it’s tough for you to descend to the mortal world."

The Qingfeng Taoist didn’t understand, but he didn’t bother to decipher it either. He glanced at the empty surroundings and asked, "Why are these people trying to kill you? And why are you dressed like this?"

Liao Chen responded calmly, "The two countries are at war, and I’ve come to fight; they are Jin soldiers."

"Jin soldiers?" The Qingfeng Taoist paused, then spoke solemnly, "Alright, I’ll kill them first, and then I’ll take your life personally!"

Liao Chen smiled, "Alright."

Though the two seemed to have exchanged many words, not much time had truly passed. The five swordsmen of the Sword Hut continuously observed their breathing and internal strength, attempting to gauge their martial skills and weaknesses.

Unfortunately, they gleaned nothing.

"Charge together!" the leading swordsman shouted.

Five individuals wielding long swords rushed towards the Qingfeng Taoist and Liao Chen.

The Qingfeng Taoist placed the dried buns onto a nearby Stone Lion, unaccustomed to using weapons, fighting barehanded against several opponents.

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