Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!-Chapter 364: Player Injured

"Good morning," Yun Yue greeted them and headed towards the dining room.

Duwa nudged Anna with his elbow, looking gossip-hungry, "What did Miss Yun ask you to do that night?"

Anna paused in what she was doing and coldly replied, "Nothing."

"That can’t be right, otherwise how did you get two mine detectors?" Duwa was somewhat incredulous.

Getting two mine detectors back in less than ten minutes, it couldn’t truly just be borrowed, could it?

Thump!

Anna’s dagger nailed itself into the wooden post in front of him, and she swept her cold, sharp gaze towards him, making him immediately shut his mouth.

"Anna, did you touch my gun?" Mi Xiao came over, cradling his sniper rifle.

Anna shook her head, "Miss Yun has had it the whole time."

"Really her." Mi Xiao was a bit excited; his gun had knocked against something during a mission and the aim was slightly off, causing his shots to deviate a little each time. He had intended to check if it was damaged, but to his surprise, the aim was now spot on.

He hurriedly came over to ask Anna.

"Broken? If it’s broken, ask Master Chen for compensation," Duwa raised his eyebrow teasingly, "You might get lucky this time and get the latest model sniper rifle." fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Mi Xiao quickly shook his head, "No, that’s not it. My gun had a small problem before, Miss Yun must have adjusted it for me; I didn’t expect her to be so knowledgeable."

The gun held special significance for him, and if he could keep using it, he’d certainly prefer this one as he was more accustomed to it.

Anna and Duwa exchanged a glance.

Mi Xiao was the best sniper in Tu Mi Garden, and if he couldn’t fix the sights, how could Yun Yue manage to do it in just ten minutes?

After finishing the meal, Yun Yue passed a slip of paper to Xiao Feng, casually saying, "Buy the medicinal herbs on this list for me, send them to Shengting."

She had to go back the next day; it wasn’t really possible to train him here, it would have to wait until she was back.

Xiao Feng nodded slightly, scanning the words on the paper. Even though he didn’t understand much about herbs, Master Chen always had a stock of them, including some rare and precious varieties, two of which were on the list.

While the others weren’t as valuable, they were still relatively uncommon. However, he was used to just executing orders without asking too many questions, so he agreed without second thought and planned to arrange for their delivery to Shengting upon his return.

After eating, the two of them walked towards the training field, where Xiao Chen and the others were already waiting for her.

Yun Yue strolled over nonchalantly, her eyebrows lifting, "Waiting for me?"

He worked every night until two or three in the morning and got up at seven.

Xiao Chen hummed in his low magnetic voice and opened the car door for her. Yun Yue ducked inside and then moved over, making space for him. Xiao Chen bent down and crawled in.

"Yun Yue, good morning," Feng Ye leaned on the back of the seat, revealing a flamboyant face, wearing extremely conspicuous floral shirts that almost made her eyes dizzy.

"Are you going on a date or to perform in a show with that posture?" she ribbed lazily, tapping her leg and lounging against the back seat.

Feng Ye’s smile almost cracked, and he gritted his teeth, "This is called having taste, you know?"

Yun Yue deadpanned, "I understand."

Nan Jingchen also liked to wear such gaudy, multicolored clothes; of course, she understood.

Feng Ye inexplicably held back his frustration, as she always had a way of infuriating people to death, so he quickly changed the subject.

"Do you know where we’re going this time?"

"Is A District Fencing Hall," Yun Yue curved her lips into a smile.

Feng Ye made a surprised noise, "Didn’t expect you to know."

He didn’t think much of it, assuming Xiao Chen had already told her. Only Xiao Chen’s eyebrows twitched slightly as he turned his head to glance at her.

"Indeed, the fencing hall in Is A District, don’t underestimate fencing, it’s an Olympic sport. But to us, it’s not just about fencing."

"The final victory will affect resource allocation. You’ve heard of the Martin family, right? They’ve been consistently taking first place in fencing competitions and have risen rapidly in the past few years."

Yun Yue’s cool gaze narrowed. The Martin family had indeed risen quickly, backed by Qiu Jun.

The car started slowly, heading toward the most bustling section of Is A District.

Yun Yue pulled down the brim of her hat and dozed off. When she woke up, she realized she had been sleeping on Xiao Chen’s shoulder, even though she meant to lean on the pillow.

Xiao Chen saw her wake up; his eyes, shrouded in a thin mist, held a hint of confusion as the corners of his mouth slightly turned upward: "We’re here."

"All right," Yun Yue didn’t overthink it, assuming she’d been sleeping heavily. Just as she was about to get out of the car, her hand was held by his.

The man’s hand was broad and strong, with neatly trimmed fingernails and a slightly rough palm, "Put on your mask."

Yun Yue, perhaps still groggy, nodded silently, letting him put the mask on her.

"Your outfit today..." Feng Ye saw her and couldn’t help teasing, but his tone changed as he met Xiao Chen’s gaze, "is very cool."

Army green cargo pants tucked into boots, a black tee, a black cap, a black mask, plus the wildness that naturally emanated from her bones made for a particularly eye-catching sight.

Yun Yue glanced at him, ascended the stairs, and said with a bland tone: "I know."

Feng Ye: "..."

Xiao Chen and she walked side by side in a straight line, his hand gently holding hers. Yun Yue looked down slightly, her eyebrows raising and the corners of her lips turning up slightly, letting him hold her hand.

There were many people entering the main gate, from various forces as well as spectators.

Besides resources, there were also bets placed on who would win.

Feng Ye hadn’t been here for several years, still remembering the year they left when the first place in the fencing competition was taken by the Underground Alliance.

Since then, it had always been taken by the Martin family, never once reaching the hands of Tu Mi Garden.

Xiao Fengye couldn’t help but ask, "Master Chen, do you think we have a chance to take first this time?"

Xiao Feng glanced at him and scoffed, "You’re dreaming."

It was like smelling one’s own fart and not knowing what it smells like.

Feng Ye chuckled, "You have to have dreams, what if they come true?"

Xiao Feng bluntly said, "Then I think you could definitely win over your goddess."

But he probably wouldn’t win her over in his lifetime.

Besides... Xiao Feng looked at him strangely. He had recently remembered something from the past but figured since he liked Mo Lingwei so much, it didn’t matter whether he said anything or not.

Feng Ye: "...Fuck! So I still have a chance?!"

Xiao Feng: "..."

Wasn’t it you who said dreams are necessary, in case they come true?

The group went straight to the rest room designated for Tu Mi Garden at the fencing hall.

Inside the room, Xiao Dian, a few fencers, and Duwanana all sat with dark expressions, silent.

Just now, Jay, their strongest fencer, had his right hand injured during a melee and would need at least a week to recover.

"It must have been someone manipulating things from behind!" Duwa punched the wall furiously. Those people without work badges somehow got in and started a fight with them, targeting the fencers’ hands specifically.