LWGP - Chapter 222
Chapter 222: Wang Xiaojiu
The atmosphere wasn't particularly awkward. In the System's words: one was the head of a massive, ancient, dark family who had made a comeback; one was a king from another spacetime with a background as a top-tier spy and special agent; and one… one was, well, an indescribable woman.
After their eyes met for a moment, the teleported guest remained silent. She was coldly beautiful and aloof. Even though she could see that Qing He was extraordinary, she maintained a polite poise and restraint.
Instead, Wang Jiu looked over and said to Qing He, "Arranged by Liu Wuren? Is this meant to be considerate to you, or to me?"
Qing He was noncommittal. "In any case, he's a lord with some grace."
After speaking, she had no intention of saying more. She simply turned and entered the house, and the doors, windows, and curtains closed automatically.
Wang Jiu didn't sit on the bed, as that would be impolite. She stood up, walked to the table, and poured a glass of water for Head Roy, adding a slice of lemon.
Having known each other for so many years and having once schemed together for profit, she more or less understood the other's preferences.
"Coming to find me so suddenly—it's not just about delivering a little notebook, is it?"
A cross-district teleportation scroll cost an astronomical price.
Roy sat down and took the glass but didn't drink, placing it to the side. Her fingers, however, remained on the glass. Her long, slender fingers stroked the rim, seeming to move slightly with the floating lemon slice.
"What are your thoughts on the matter of the returnees?"
She didn't mention the most pressing issue of the Undead war, which indicated that her side had also achieved victory.
In Roy's view, these returnees from the second spacetime were the real trouble.
Wang Jiu looked up. "Cooperation?"
Roy: "If we could kill them, who would want to cooperate?"
Wang Jiu smiled. "It seems you really want to hunt down these returnees while they're still in a weakened state. You want to pull me in?"
Roy was dressed very casually today in long pants and a black silk shirt. Her already cold beauty appeared even more piercing and intimidating, but her pair of ice-colored pupils were as cold as a glacier yet as clear as the sky.
"I proposed cooperation before, and you didn't refuse. I want to see if you'll refuse me tonight."
Roy was in no hurry. After making her suggestion, she waited for Wang Jiu's response with the poise of a great Western noble.
What she got was not quite an answer.
"After I finish something and come back, I'll check out the true nature of these guests."
Roy was a genius in her own right and could grasp some of Wang Jiu's thinking. So, after picking up the glass and taking a sip, she voiced some of Wang Jiu's calculations.
"Letting a king from the second spacetime take up residence in your territory, on one hand, affirms the other party's character, and on the other, affirms their strength. On the condition that both sides get what they need, and on the basis that these returnees pose a huge threat to the territories of our spacetime, you can leave to handle your own affairs. And this departure must be for a very distant place, and you won't be able to return for some time—are you planning to leave this spacetime for another? You're going to save your old lady now?"
With Roy's Western mindset and way of speaking, she should have respectfully addressed her as Professor Lin. But she didn't. She used "your old lady" instead, which showed that she knew, deep down, what Wang Jiu liked to hear.
And she was willing to say it.
Wang Jiu didn't deny it. Instead, she smiled and sat down in a chair, her body relaxed, looking languid and sexy, yet tinged with a bit of melancholy.
"Hey, Roy, have you ever had someone you always wanted to dream of, but were unwilling to only see them in dreams?"
The ice-colored pupils wavered slightly. After a moment of contemplation, she replied, "Yes."
Wang Jiu: "Your mother?"
Roy rested her cheek on her hand and said a word in German.
Translated, it was a single word.
A personal pronoun.
Wang Jiu wasn't particularly moved. She smiled and replied, "Thank you."
Roy was nonchalant and didn't care about her reaction, nor did she intend to continue venting emotions on this sentimental topic. She only said, "Then I'll wait for your return."
Then she handed the small notebook to Wang Jiu. As Wang Jiu took it, Roy's expression suddenly became restrained. She hesitated slightly, but finally stood up and bowed to Wang Jiu. "I'm sorry."
Such an extremely proud, great noble actually bowed and apologized.
It was like the wave of repentance that had swept across her country, her aristocratic ruling class, for a century.
Proud, yet she understood honor and disgrace.
Wang Jiu held the small notebook, her expression in that instant both calm and unruffled, yet seemingly rippled with faint waves.
This little notebook recorded how her birth mother was persecuted, how she was trapped in a bleak and cruel life, and how she, too, was bound by that fate.
Roy had seen it. Even though she also had a blood feud with the old head of the Benroy family, the bloodline in her veins would always bear some of the sins.
Wang Jiu's fingers flicked the small notebook, the pages rustling as they turned. Finally, she smiled.
"Whether it's what we discussed tonight or this little notebook, it all could have been handled through trades and private messages. Since you've already seen the contents, you still dare to come all this way to offer your head. Is it because you think you're still my match, or is it because you think…"
"That I can't bear to kill you?"
She took a step forward, reached out, and lightly clasped Roy's neck.
Roy remained completely unfazed, merely lifting her eyes to meet Wang Jiu's gaze.
She said nothing.
After about a few seconds, a certain fatty's call came from downstairs.
"Master, Master, are you asleep? Your disciple brought you something to eat. Are you there? I'm coming up…"
Outside the window, a certain banana tree was in a predicament, being climbed by a certain fatty in a monkey-like fashion. With both legs hooked around the trunk, the banana leaves swayed up and down. Wang Shu, carrying a thermos, happened to see his master pinning a foreign beauty against the table.
Holy shit!
"Master, I was wrong! Here's your drink, I'll leave right away."
Wang Shu threw the thermos he was holding inside, then waved his hand to summon a large butterfly and fled as if his life depended on it.
Wang Jiu reached out, caught the thermos, and handed it to Roy.
"You've come a long way. I have nothing to give you, which is not in line with our Central Plains etiquette. This is for you. Good night, and sweet dreams."
Then she took two steps back, onto the balcony, took out her bow and arrow, and casually shot an arrow at the fatty fleeing in the sky.
With a miserable scream, the fatty turned into a corpse and bleakly used one HP point to revive at the resurrection point.
Many nearby residents: "…"
Who's slaughtering a pig this late at night?
Qing He next door: "…"
This woman is truly ruthless.
After shooting her disciple, Wang Jiu turned back. Roy was already gone. Oh, and the thermos of drink was gone too.
Back in the Third District, Roy handled some matters. There was no need to shower; she had done so before leaving. But after changing into her pajamas, she looked at the thermos on the table. After a moment's hesitation, she opened it. The smell was a bit strange, but she figured this was just how Central Plains late-night soups were?
Slightly curious, she poured it into a bowl and took a sip.
Just one sip, and her expression changed slightly. She elegantly covered her mouth and teleported to the bathroom.
Liao Luo, returning to the village after hunting monsters, ran into the miserably revived Wang Shu and rolled his eyes. "Had fun dancing on your grave? What kind of crazy wind blew you in tonight?"
Wang Shu was extremely aggrieved. "I brought Master a drink."
He didn't dare mention what he had just seen, afraid Wang Jiu would hear him.
Liao Luo raised an eyebrow. "Hot and sour goji berry and red date soup?"
Wang Shu: "No, it's pregnancy-stabilizing medicine. I asked an old traditional Chinese doctor. But it's not hot and sour; I changed it to a minced garlic flavor."
Liao Luo: "…"
Does he think dancing on his grave isn't attention-grabbing enough, so now he's digging it up too?
However, it was also possible he was deliberately making a mistake to be amusing.
Wang Shu wasn't actually a simpleton. He was very good at playing dumb and acting cute to make people happy.
More likely, he was feeling sorry for his master.
Liao Luo saw through it and pursed his lips, but he didn't stop Wang Shu.
It probably had some effect. Wang Jiu was undoubtedly indulgent with this fatty and was indeed amused.
But Wang Shu was Wang Shu, after all. Having touched a half-legendary BOSS, he was officially recognized by the system as a super RNG God. He was busy with requests to help people unlock BOSSes or open chests. Even Liu Wuren had privately messaged him to open a few top-tier chests.
The busy Wang Shu endured it for an hour but couldn't hold back any longer. In the dead of night, in their small group chat, thinking everyone was probably asleep, he blurted out, "Tonight I saw Master pin a gorgeous foreign beauty to the table. She even had her hands on her. So rough, so cruel."
Everyone was asleep, he had vented, now he could retract it.
Just as Wang Shu was about to retract the message, dozens of replies instantly flooded the chat, and the number was crazily breaking into the triple digits.
Wang Shu: "…"
Holy shit, this group looked dead, but the moment I mention my master's romantic affairs, everyone comes back from the dead!?
The group was lively, the crowd excited. Even Lin Guiwan, who was telling her daughter a bedtime story, was distracted enough to add a few comments.
But after sharing gossip about their top boss, Qi Shuanghan also sent a message: "I feel like something's not quite right. I mean, for someone as fierce and domineering as Lao Wang, how could she allow someone as powerful as Qing He to bring people into her territory? She always plans before acting. Even if she can't beat them now, she could later. Not skinning them alive would be considered an act of self-cultivation for her, yet she's letting them into her inner sanctum…"
What a man of culture, so many idioms in one message.
But he had also struck a chord with many people.
In fact, Xie Lu and the others already had their suspicions, but they couldn't figure it out.
Occasionally, they would also remember what Song Yuanqiao had said to Wang Jiu when he arrived.
Lin Guiwan was lost in thought, a faint idea forming, but she couldn't put it into words.
At this moment, they were still unaware that in a house not far from their residence, Wang Jiu was sitting on her bed. She had already taken out items like the TK-18 Boundary Breaking Scroll and the Temporal Calibrator. After fiddling with them for half an hour to figure out how to use them, she began.
The System already understood what she was about to do.
"This is the period when the Eternal Night Race is at its most aggressive. They just destroyed a second spacetime, and now is when they're concentrating their forces to attack the spacetime tunnel. You're taking a risk."
Wang Jiu: "But isn't this also when the spacetime tunnel is at its busiest and weakest? Because a major spacetime has been destroyed."
The System didn't deny it, only sighing, "You're too hasty."
Honestly, it would never have imagined in its wildest dreams that just over twenty days after the game's descent, Wang Jiu would already have the ability to travel through spacetime to find a soul.
Wang Jiu smiled and gave her one and only answer from before: "I don't have much time left."
Moreover, with the Eternal Night Race's offensive being so swift and all the various races filled with aggression, she couldn't be sure that the Bloodthirsty Beast was still safe and sound.
What she wanted had never changed. As for what she needed to sacrifice, that was always a secondary consideration for her.
So, she activated it.
Boundary breaking, traversal.
"Let's not be hasty either. We still have some time. She's about to make her move, and we can't stop her, but we can offer help. Even if it's nothing compared to what she has, every little bit counts."
Qian Cheng was organizing resources while trying to comfort Song Yuanqiao.
But the old man retorted, "You think I need you to tell me that?"
Hmph, this old man.
Qian Cheng rolled his eyes. Just as he was about to say something, both of them were suddenly shocked. A spacetime tunnel?
There were returnees arriving at this hour?
The entire Bashu Territory was stunned. Many people shot up, coming out in their pajamas to prepare to face the enemy.
But soon, they were all staring in shock at one spot.
"Isn't that…"
"The Lord of Gobi?"
As the crowd murmured in shock and confusion, Song Yuanqiao was both furious and shocked, but mostly, he felt helpless.
"Wang Xiaojiu!!"
He shouted a name that Lin Zi only used when she was at her angriest, shattering his refined politician's demeanor.
Not far away, Shen Wan couldn't help but look toward the room that housed the spacetime tunnel.
And next door to it, Qing He stood on the balcony, calmly watching Wang Jiu disappear into the tunnel.
She turned the Buddhist beads on her wrist, and a faint sigh was swallowed by the night, which was being dissipated by the light.
Silent and traceless.
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