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Chapter 32 You dare to swear?

This was the first time Ji Mo had encountered such a situation. When carrying out missions in the mortal realm, no one would kneel down and cry, claiming that someone had to be left behind in order to save the world.

The person who said this places the officialdom and the Sanchuan tailor shop in their eyes.

"Xiao Jiu, what should we do... Do we really have to say that?"

After hearing Jiu Chonglou's solution, Ji Mo's expression turned somewhat strange, and he immediately asked, "She just said you like them?"

Ji Mo emphasized the word "men" with particular emphasis, because the mortal realm is a monogamous system.

He didn't even want to complain that Zhang Qixuan was only fifteen years old; no wonder he wouldn't leave.

Zhang Qixuan awkwardly turned his head away and replied in a voice so soft it was barely audible, "Yes."

"Judging from your tone, you like him too, and you don't mind him having a harem, right?" Ji Mo asked the priestess again.

The priestess nodded, her eyes red from crying, her hands clasped over her chest, sobbing, "How dare I monopolize the hero who will save the world?"

"Then, do you dare to swear an oath in the name of the god you believe in?" Ji Mo had already laid the groundwork; his true intentions were now revealed.

"Swear that he is different from your previous husbands, that he will be your only husband for the rest of your life, that he is your true love whom you will never abandon and that you will never remarry even if he dies? If you break this vow, are you willing to be banished to the darkest place for eternity, never to be seen by the light again? Note that I am talking about you, all those who have shown 'affection' for this child. If you dare to make the vow I just mentioned, then I can pretend that you have never been to this world and have never seen this child."

"What nonsense are you talking about? She's about my age. Was there anyone else before me?" Zhang Qixuan protested, but a sense of unease crept into his heart.

Following the instructions in her earpiece, Ji Mo continued to press, "Oh, right. And you, do you dare to admit your real age?"

The priestess: "..."

She took a deep breath and slowly stood up. Her pristine white robes were spotless. She gracefully swept her long hair, which had fallen over her shoulders from kneeling, behind her back. Her previous pitiful appearance vanished instantly, replaced by a look of disgust.

"Alright," she said in an extremely cold tone, "take that brat and get out of here."

Zhang Qixuan: "??????"

The villagers kneeling on the ground were equally filled with questions. But unlike Zhang Qixuan, they had no right to know what would happen next. A gentle light, originally intended to treat Zhang Qixuan, fell upon the villagers, and they fell into a deep sleep one after another. When they awoke, they would forget everything they had just heard.

For the priestess, the villagers were nothing more than props to gain sympathy. When needed, they would kneel down and beg together; when not needed, they would be confined to their small plot of land to do farm work until they died.

Zhang Qixuan pointed at the priestess in disbelief: "Could what he said be true? You're actually quite old, and you've been married before? Could it be that the princess was also...?"

"To be honest, I quite like you." The priestess's tears had long since dried. She suddenly moved closer to Zhang Qixuan, her fingertips lightly tracing his cheek. A charming smile, so different from her previous innocence, curved her lips, and her breath was sweet as orchids. "But do you expect me to pay such a high price for you? Forget it."

Zhang Qixuan felt his heart break and didn't want to stay a moment longer: "Take me away now! I want to go home!"

Ji Mo shook his head: "I can't go back yet. Finding you was just an accident. I have another goal. We'll go back together after I find him."

"What? You're not leaving?!" Zhang Qixuan immediately exploded. "Didn't you say you were going to take me back? Now you're not leaving when I want to! I don't care, I'm a minor, you have to have priority—"

Before Zhang Qixuan could finish speaking, a hole suddenly tore open above his head, rapidly expanding into a portal of varying sizes that allowed people to jump out.

The next second, a large iron weapon case fell out of it.

boom!

With a heavy thud and a cloud of dust, Zhang Qixuan tumbled to the side in a sorry state; he was just a hair's breadth away from being hit by the thing.

As the dust settled, Jiu Chonglou stood atop the upright weapon case, not even glancing at the still-shaken Zhang Qixuan, his gaze fixed on Ji Mo.

"I've had no progress on your end, so I came to check on you."

Startled and furious, Zhang Qixuan finally came to his senses and realized that the weapon case and the beautiful girl who had fallen from the sky were there to help that "police officer." He felt incredibly unlucky today: "You—"

Jiuchonglou looked down at Zhang Qixuan from his high vantage point.

When Zhang Qixuan met the other person's gaze, he felt as if he were being targeted by a top predator, and all the words he was about to say stuck in his throat.

"Say one more word, and I'll rip out your tongue, cut off your limbs, and throw you into a water vat until we finish our mission." Jiu Chonglou said with a smile, but it only made people feel the chill of winter. "Don't worry, I'm very good at healing. I guarantee that no one will find out that you were once a human stump when we get back."

Zhang Qixuan shuddered. He had a premonition that the other party would keep his word, which was completely different from Ji Mo's style.

Seeing that Zhang Qixuan finally understood the meaning of "knowing what's good for him" and shut his mouth to the side, Jiu Chonglou jumped down from the weapon case, carrying it in one hand as he walked over, and asked the priestess, "If we're going to be companions, let's stick to it. Please keep an eye on this brat."

The priestess was slightly alarmed, not expecting two people she couldn't understand to come to her in one day, but she remained calm and said, "That's natural."

……

After leaving the village, Jiu Chonglou put the weapon case into his spatial ring. Ji Mo couldn't help but ask, "So this is?"

In his memory, Jiu Chonglou was a ranged fighter who rarely gave others a chance to engage in close combat. Of course, she was also quite skilled in close combat, but she preferred to have others fight rather than fight herself.

"A hastily made-up weapon case, empty inside, nothing but heavy and meaningless."

"What happened during the teleportation just now...?"

Jiu Chonglou smiled without changing his expression: "Yes, I did it on purpose."

She paused, stopping in her tracks, and lifted her left toes to touch the ground. Even her high heels didn't hinder her movement. "I was going to just step on it, but then I thought, maybe it's a reward for that brat, so I made a heavy object on the spot. Heh, if I don't teach him a lesson, this kind of guy won't understand how to speak human language."

"...Thank you." Ji Mo knew that Jiu Chonglou was standing up for him.

"Well, everyone has types they're not good at." Jiu Chonglou shrugged, understanding Ji Mo's worries: "Too much damage, coupled with high morality, it's normal to be afraid of killing someone in one go. Just call me in this situation, after all, I'm your most reliable companion, aren't I?"

"Ahem... Now that you're here, will Chen Zhuzhu be in charge of the program room by herself?"

"What an abrupt topic shift."