Originally posted on RBKTR Translations.
Author: The One Who Tells Stories Under the Bridge (天桥底下说书的).
Translated by: Yujuan
Throughout the ages, the cities in the southern region had always been exquisite, with its small blue tiles and horse head walls, lattice windows hanging throughout their winding corridors, so refined as if they wouldn’t hold up against the slightest hint of battle. And yet, such a secluded and elegant place persistently sat on the borders of the Demonic Continent, the most warlike of all the five continents, never quite receiving true peace in the past hundred years.
This place had been blooming with a profusion of garden flowers, an exuberant vernal scene when Ji Mo had departed from Linguang City for his mission. It was the most energetic season of the year, and presently, the solar term had yet to change, the sun still shining bright, but the courtyards stood empty, merely a desolate silence left in the streets.
It wasn’t hard to infer the Demonic Continent’s way of conduct, as each city in the Haotian Godly Continent had its own branch of sacrificial halls, and since they wanted to establish their power, they would choose the best location to execute the divine attendants to antagonize the Haotian Shrine. As he had anticipated, when Ji Mo and Ye Mingjun snuck into the Linguang City’s branch hall, various divine attendants dressed as citizens were hung up over the hall entrance, and the citizens who hadn’t evacuated to the wharf in time had been herded by the Demonic troops to one side, supposedly to let them witness the execution process so an example could be made of them.
The smell of blood in the air had yet to dissipate, the corpses of those who had tried to resist piled up in one corner, and the remainder were obediently complying with the soldiers’ commands, only numbness to be seen in their expressions.
And yet, in this deathly still situation, Qing Ye, who was being strung up, did not show an ounce of submission, and even when his hands were restrained so tightly to the point of turning black and blue, he still darted fierce looks of hate at them, “The Demon Lord has a treaty with the High Priest to uphold thirty years of mutual non-aggression, and yet, not even ten years have passed before the Demonic Continent has occupied my city, slaughtered the people, you will receive heaven’s punishment for such treachery!”
“Funny, in a world where the strongest will always be honored, my Royal Father let you off ten years ago, because that old man Su Ge resisted so violently. Now that the Demonic Continent has grown much more powerful, we’ve come to attack, what can you guys do?”
Ever since the city lord had been gobbled up by the Hook Snakes, no one dared to speak. As he spoke, the boy dressed in magnificent clothes looked over, a face filled with contempt,
“You believe in god, but no god will come to save you; I only believe in my Royal Father, and my Royal Father has given me an army of demonic beasts to subjugate the heavens. The strong are considered gods, and my Royal Father is the strongest, so what he says is heavenly law!”
The boy in magnificent clothes was the Demon Lord’s son, Ye Po. He was of similar age as Qing Ye, yet the two were as different as night and day. The Demonic Continent only revered the strong, never showing any mercy towards their enemies, and were the strongest in the world in terms of their capabilities to slaughter. However, faced with this well-known Demon Prince, Qing Ye, who in Ji Mo’s impression had always worn a bashful smile, did not have a trace of fear on his face, a mocking look he had never seen before appearing on the boy’s expression, “If the Demon Lord truly is unparalleled, why would the four other continents exist? I’d like to see how you suffer a crushing defeat at the hands of the High Priest!”
“You have quite a backbone, but a pity, you’re just too weak.”
As if he hadn’t expected to encounter a mortal that would dare to antagonize a Celestial, Ye Po raised an eyebrow. Before his departure, the Demon Lord had surreptitiously assigned him with the task of capturing the Morning Star Priest Ji Mo at all costs. He didn’t understand why his almighty Royal Father would regard a priest from the Godly Continent with such importance, but he absolutely could not disappoint his Royal Father.
“My Royal Father will surely send Su Ge down to accompany you in due time. As for now, since the Morning Star Priest doesn’t care about your lives, you can’t blame me for showing you no mercy.”
Revealing a ruthless smile, Ye Po’s gaze swept over to a man kneeling on the ground, loftily lifting his chin as he asked, “You are Linguang City’s enforcer best at interrogation?”
The Godly Continent’s enforcers were originally those in charge of maintaining the law in every city, however, at present, he merely knelt submissively before his enemy, even giving the person who had destroyed the city an ingratiating smile, “Yes, Your Highness.”
The man’s smile disgusted Ye Po. Those of the Demonic Continent only coveted two words in their lives, to be simple and direct, which was why they turned up their noses at the people of the Godly Continent, who would cater to the Shrine’s rules in every word and action in order to survive. He spared the revolted Qing Ye a taunting glance, and said, “Chop up each person a hundred and eight times, starting from this most courageous brat – if he begs, I’ll spare your life.”
Hearing these words, the enforcer seemed to almost draw out his execution blade in joy, looking longingly at the juvenile divine attendants who had been protecting this city not long ago, “Lord Qing Ye, you’ll certainly die anyway, why don’t you compromise, to save my life? In any case, you’ll be sacrificing yourself for the sake of the Godly Continent’s people…”
After all was said and done, Qing Ye was just a sixteen-year-old boy. This had been his first time out on a mission, and the White Robed Priest he had been accompanying was Ji Mo, who never stepped into battle. At present, faced with death by dismemberment, he couldn’t help but be a little terrified, but the one he truly did not know how to face was the person carrying out the death sentence.
The young divine attendant, who had been receiving the Shrine’s teachings ever since he was little, firmly believed that everyone should devote their lives to the bright future, and would even dare to glare at the Demon Prince. What he did not understand, however, was why the people he was protecting at the expense of his own life dared not even utter a single word at this time, why the enforcers, who were supposed to be defending the city along with him, had submitted to the enemy like a vicious dog. All of this was much too dark for a boy who had always faced the light, and he finally became lost. However, he did not wish to beg, and at last, merely lowered his eyelids, trembling as he uttered a phrase full of hope just as he always did in the mornings at the Shrine, “God bless the world.”
“Qing Ye is a high-ranking divine attendant. If he had not stayed behind to protect the city, he would surely be able to leave with the last batch of ships.”
Ji Mo looked utterly unmoved as he spectated everything that had occurred; he had seen too much of the same thing, and had warned his subordinates before they had left, to immediately spread out and return to the Shrine so they could report their situation to the High Priest the moment they failed their mission. These captured divine attendants were quite unfamiliar – perhaps they were all fledgling recruits, which was why they had forgotten his warnings, showing up to guard the city, and had ended up in their current state.
There were plenty more of the troops who were not present, and he reckoned they had heeded his instructions to return to the Shrine. In truth, Ji Mo knew that those people were more or less unpromising, and the ones who would truly become a person of exceptional ability were currently strung up in this place by the Demon Prince. However, in a world where the Celestials emerged ceaselessly, mortals were the most worthless things. They would spend their whole lives cultivating, but it would all prove to be in vain against a protagonist’s own hacks.
Knowing perfectly well that he wouldn’t gain anything from saving these people, he had still come. Since he had come, he would have to obtain a perfect result, this matched the Morning Star Priest’s character of seeking nothing but profit.
Straightening Wuyan on his face, Ji Mo looked at the white-robed immortal by his side, “When will Xianjun prepare to step in, might I ask?”
“Right now.”
Ye Mingjun was used to being blunt, and this time was no exception, bringing Ji Mo along to appear before the others the moment his words fell, and before Ji Mo could react, it was Ye Po’s turn to jump out of his skin as the two living humans suddenly emerged before his eyes, “Who’s there?”
It was until his inquiry reached his ears did Ji Mo realize what had happened, that Ye Mingjun had actually brought him along to crash into the enemy camp without making any preparations. Taking a second to analyze their situation, while Ji Mo kept his usual cool on the outside, as if he had a well-thought-out plan at hand, not at all taking the Demon Prince as a threat, he felt a little faint on the inside,
Is this guy going up with just normal attacks? Trying to play a group battle against the Demon Prince using a priest with 0 attack value and 2% of your cultivation? Are protagonists these days supposed to be this dissolute?
Whilst everyone on the scene was shocked, the initiator was quite unruffled, using a consistent amicable tone to address Ye Po, “Would you mind handing these people over to me.”
The Wuyan on Ji Mo’s face was a godly artifact unparalleled under the heavens, and Ye Po had recognized him with one look; he knew with a slight guess that this white-robed man must be a new Celestial. Each Celestial was fairly complicated, and nobody except for Ji Mo knew what sort of strange ability they had up their sleeves. Ye Po, while proud, did not dare to underestimate the Celestial, summoning his Hook Snakes as protection as they appeared, only letting out a cold laugh when he saw that Ye Mingjun had yet to make a move, “You’re telling me, the Demonic Continent, to hand somebody over? And if I refuse?”
The Hook Snakes were colossal creatures, all twenty of them presently hovering over the rooftops, and just that merciless gaze belonging to cold-blooded animals caused many spectating citizens to pass out in fright, yet Ye Mingjun did not react, only replying calmly, “I will gently capture all of you.”
Everyone was startled when he said that, and not even Ji Mo could guess Ye Mingjun’s actual thoughts. He could only question with a deferential look, “Xianjun, may I ask what you mean by ‘gently’?”
Was it possible he felt that even someone with a character like Ye Po’s was cute? Weren’t his tastes a little too weird?
Even if he was at the center of the attention, still the immortal did not budge, merely looking at him mildly as he said, “It’s been too long since I used any low-level techniques, I’m afraid I might scare you if I went a little too hard on them.”
Continue pretending, you want to scare me? What can you do with that 2% cultivation of yours?
Although he criticized inwardly, Ji Mo still went along with the protagonist’s pretentious performance, merely sighing with reverence, “Xianjun is merciful, this one admires him greatly.”
As the Demon Lord’s son, Ye Po also looked extremely dashing, and anyone who saw his evil charm cultivated from bloodshed would be somewhat terrified, but this white-robed man was currently treating him with absolute dismissal, talking cheerfully with Ji Mo with a bland look even as they were surrounded. He had reason to suspect this wasn’t any ordinary Celestial.
The Shrine’s Morning Star Priest could observe the past and predict the future, and as this was the help Ji Mo had found, his abilities were bound to be unusual. Seeing that even Ji Mo, a high-ranking White Robed Priest, was holding Ye Mingjun with such regard, Ye Po grew increasingly vigilant. However, as long as he was the Demonic Continent’s prince, he would need to keep up the Demonic Continent’s reputation to outsiders, and could only feign an angered appearance, sending out his Hook Snakes to test the waters, “Hook Snakes, I want you to gently eat him! Make sure to chew slowly!”
Ji Mo couldn’t read his complicated thoughts, and instantly started to panic when the Hook Snakes started to attack, hurriedly throwing Ye Mingjun a glance, yet this guy was still in that unperturbed state, lifting his head to glance at these large snakes, a few streaks of light flashing across his beautiful eyes, and said with a frown, “You guys are really ugly.”
Not expecting him to care about such a problem at this point in time, Ji Mo thought that this protagonist was, as expected, unreliable, and drew out his own cards from his Storage Bracelet. However, at this moment, the twenty Hook Snakes who were originally bearing down on the menacingly suddenly collapsed onto the ground in unison. With a closer look, it seemed they had all lost consciousness.
What just happened? Did Ye Mingjun step in earlier? Is it possible the Hook Snakes received 10,000 critical hits after his comment and fainted in shame?
The Hook Snakes that lived in pools of poison were not demonic beasts with such fragile hearts, but everything had happened too fast, not even Ji Mo who stood with Ye Mingjun had a single clue of what had occurred, and he couldn’t stop this ludicrous thought from surfacing in his mind.
Had this guy been deliberately concealing the fact that his cultivation wasn’t sealed off?
Holding such doubts in his heart, Ji Mo secretly shifted Wuyan’s field of view to try observing his movements, yet Ye Mingjun still had that dull look on him, and seemingly detecting his movements, curiously reached out a finger to poke at his mask. Hurriedly evading this guy’s bratty actions, Ji Mo just couldn’t find any weak points, and could only think helplessly,
He really couldn’t understand this Ye Mingjun, a character with such an odd setting…
Not even Ji Mo, who understood the Celestials best, could see through Ye Mingjun’s actions for being true or false, much less the others. Especially Ye Po, who was the most shocked, as he knew very well of the Hook Snakes’ strength and now regarded him as a formidable enemy, no longer taking his image into consideration. Immediately retreating behind his guards, he asked with some dread, “Just who are you?”
Ye Po: The opposing Jungler must be a Challenger, everyone be careful!
Ji Mo: Hehe, you guys better hurry up and surrender. *looks as steady as an old dog, but is actually sweating profusely*
Ye Mingjun: Look at all these cuties, why do they have to be bullied?
Ji Mo: Trust me, if you get defeated, you’ll definitely lose your capture target.
Ye Mingjun: Alright then, those snakes look pretty ugly, I’ll hit them.
Hook Snakes: MMP![1]
TL Notes
[1]
MMP: A curse word abbreviated from the words 妈卖批 (mā mài pī), which means ‘motherfucker’.
Originally posted on RBKTR Translations.
Author: The One Who Tells Stories Under the Bridge (天桥底下说书的).
Translated by: Yujuan
Throughout the ages, the cities in the southern region had always been exquisite, with its small blue tiles and horse head walls, lattice windows hanging throughout their winding corridors, so refined as if they wouldn’t hold up against the slightest hint of battle. And yet, such a secluded and elegant place persistently sat on the borders of the Demonic Continent, the most warlike of all the five continents, never quite receiving true peace in the past hundred years.
This place had been blooming with a profusion of garden flowers, an exuberant vernal scene when Ji Mo had departed from Linguang City for his mission. It was the most energetic season of the year, and presently, the solar term had yet to change, the sun still shining bright, but the courtyards stood empty, merely a desolate silence left in the streets.
It wasn’t hard to infer the Demonic Continent’s way of conduct, as each city in the Haotian Godly Continent had its own branch of sacrificial halls, and since they wanted to establish their power, they would choose the best location to execute the divine attendants to antagonize the Haotian Shrine. As he had anticipated, when Ji Mo and Ye Mingjun snuck into the Linguang City’s branch hall, various divine attendants dressed as citizens were hung up over the hall entrance, and the citizens who hadn’t evacuated to the wharf in time had been herded by the Demonic troops to one side, supposedly to let them witness the execution process so an example could be made of them.
The smell of blood in the air had yet to dissipate, the corpses of those who had tried to resist piled up in one corner, and the remainder were obediently complying with the soldiers’ commands, only numbness to be seen in their expressions.
And yet, in this deathly still situation, Qing Ye, who was being strung up, did not show an ounce of submission, and even when his hands were restrained so tightly to the point of turning black and blue, he still darted fierce looks of hate at them, “The Demon Lord has a treaty with the High Priest to uphold thirty years of mutual non-aggression, and yet, not even ten years have passed before the Demonic Continent has occupied my city, slaughtered the people, you will receive heaven’s punishment for such treachery!”
“Funny, in a world where the strongest will always be honored, my Royal Father let you off ten years ago, because that old man Su Ge resisted so violently. Now that the Demonic Continent has grown much more powerful, we’ve come to attack, what can you guys do?”
Ever since the city lord had been gobbled up by the Hook Snakes, no one dared to speak. As he spoke, the boy dressed in magnificent clothes looked over, a face filled with contempt,
“You believe in god, but no god will come to save you; I only believe in my Royal Father, and my Royal Father has given me an army of demonic beasts to subjugate the heavens. The strong are considered gods, and my Royal Father is the strongest, so what he says is heavenly law!”
The boy in magnificent clothes was the Demon Lord’s son, Ye Po. He was of similar age as Qing Ye, yet the two were as different as night and day. The Demonic Continent only revered the strong, never showing any mercy towards their enemies, and were the strongest in the world in terms of their capabilities to slaughter. However, faced with this well-known Demon Prince, Qing Ye, who in Ji Mo’s impression had always worn a bashful smile, did not have a trace of fear on his face, a mocking look he had never seen before appearing on the boy’s expression, “If the Demon Lord truly is unparalleled, why would the four other continents exist? I’d like to see how you suffer a crushing defeat at the hands of the High Priest!”
“You have quite a backbone, but a pity, you’re just too weak.”
As if he hadn’t expected to encounter a mortal that would dare to antagonize a Celestial, Ye Po raised an eyebrow. Before his departure, the Demon Lord had surreptitiously assigned him with the task of capturing the Morning Star Priest Ji Mo at all costs. He didn’t understand why his almighty Royal Father would regard a priest from the Godly Continent with such importance, but he absolutely could not disappoint his Royal Father.
“My Royal Father will surely send Su Ge down to accompany you in due time. As for now, since the Morning Star Priest doesn’t care about your lives, you can’t blame me for showing you no mercy.”
Revealing a ruthless smile, Ye Po’s gaze swept over to a man kneeling on the ground, loftily lifting his chin as he asked, “You are Linguang City’s enforcer best at interrogation?”
The Godly Continent’s enforcers were originally those in charge of maintaining the law in every city, however, at present, he merely knelt submissively before his enemy, even giving the person who had destroyed the city an ingratiating smile, “Yes, Your Highness.”
The man’s smile disgusted Ye Po. Those of the Demonic Continent only coveted two words in their lives, to be simple and direct, which was why they turned up their noses at the people of the Godly Continent, who would cater to the Shrine’s rules in every word and action in order to survive. He spared the revolted Qing Ye a taunting glance, and said, “Chop up each person a hundred and eight times, starting from this most courageous brat – if he begs, I’ll spare your life.”
Hearing these words, the enforcer seemed to almost draw out his execution blade in joy, looking longingly at the juvenile divine attendants who had been protecting this city not long ago, “Lord Qing Ye, you’ll certainly die anyway, why don’t you compromise, to save my life? In any case, you’ll be sacrificing yourself for the sake of the Godly Continent’s people…”
After all was said and done, Qing Ye was just a sixteen-year-old boy. This had been his first time out on a mission, and the White Robed Priest he had been accompanying was Ji Mo, who never stepped into battle. At present, faced with death by dismemberment, he couldn’t help but be a little terrified, but the one he truly did not know how to face was the person carrying out the death sentence.
The young divine attendant, who had been receiving the Shrine’s teachings ever since he was little, firmly believed that everyone should devote their lives to the bright future, and would even dare to glare at the Demon Prince. What he did not understand, however, was why the people he was protecting at the expense of his own life dared not even utter a single word at this time, why the enforcers, who were supposed to be defending the city along with him, had submitted to the enemy like a vicious dog. All of this was much too dark for a boy who had always faced the light, and he finally became lost. However, he did not wish to beg, and at last, merely lowered his eyelids, trembling as he uttered a phrase full of hope just as he always did in the mornings at the Shrine, “God bless the world.”
“Qing Ye is a high-ranking divine attendant. If he had not stayed behind to protect the city, he would surely be able to leave with the last batch of ships.”
Ji Mo looked utterly unmoved as he spectated everything that had occurred; he had seen too much of the same thing, and had warned his subordinates before they had left, to immediately spread out and return to the Shrine so they could report their situation to the High Priest the moment they failed their mission. These captured divine attendants were quite unfamiliar – perhaps they were all fledgling recruits, which was why they had forgotten his warnings, showing up to guard the city, and had ended up in their current state.
There were plenty more of the troops who were not present, and he reckoned they had heeded his instructions to return to the Shrine. In truth, Ji Mo knew that those people were more or less unpromising, and the ones who would truly become a person of exceptional ability were currently strung up in this place by the Demon Prince. However, in a world where the Celestials emerged ceaselessly, mortals were the most worthless things. They would spend their whole lives cultivating, but it would all prove to be in vain against a protagonist’s own hacks.
Knowing perfectly well that he wouldn’t gain anything from saving these people, he had still come. Since he had come, he would have to obtain a perfect result, this matched the Morning Star Priest’s character of seeking nothing but profit.
Straightening Wuyan on his face, Ji Mo looked at the white-robed immortal by his side, “When will Xianjun prepare to step in, might I ask?”
“Right now.”
Ye Mingjun was used to being blunt, and this time was no exception, bringing Ji Mo along to appear before the others the moment his words fell, and before Ji Mo could react, it was Ye Po’s turn to jump out of his skin as the two living humans suddenly emerged before his eyes, “Who’s there?”
It was until his inquiry reached his ears did Ji Mo realize what had happened, that Ye Mingjun had actually brought him along to crash into the enemy camp without making any preparations. Taking a second to analyze their situation, while Ji Mo kept his usual cool on the outside, as if he had a well-thought-out plan at hand, not at all taking the Demon Prince as a threat, he felt a little faint on the inside,
Is this guy going up with just normal attacks? Trying to play a group battle against the Demon Prince using a priest with 0 attack value and 2% of your cultivation? Are protagonists these days supposed to be this dissolute?
Whilst everyone on the scene was shocked, the initiator was quite unruffled, using a consistent amicable tone to address Ye Po, “Would you mind handing these people over to me.”
The Wuyan on Ji Mo’s face was a godly artifact unparalleled under the heavens, and Ye Po had recognized him with one look; he knew with a slight guess that this white-robed man must be a new Celestial. Each Celestial was fairly complicated, and nobody except for Ji Mo knew what sort of strange ability they had up their sleeves. Ye Po, while proud, did not dare to underestimate the Celestial, summoning his Hook Snakes as protection as they appeared, only letting out a cold laugh when he saw that Ye Mingjun had yet to make a move, “You’re telling me, the Demonic Continent, to hand somebody over? And if I refuse?”
The Hook Snakes were colossal creatures, all twenty of them presently hovering over the rooftops, and just that merciless gaze belonging to cold-blooded animals caused many spectating citizens to pass out in fright, yet Ye Mingjun did not react, only replying calmly, “I will gently capture all of you.”
Everyone was startled when he said that, and not even Ji Mo could guess Ye Mingjun’s actual thoughts. He could only question with a deferential look, “Xianjun, may I ask what you mean by ‘gently’?”
Was it possible he felt that even someone with a character like Ye Po’s was cute? Weren’t his tastes a little too weird?
Even if he was at the center of the attention, still the immortal did not budge, merely looking at him mildly as he said, “It’s been too long since I used any low-level techniques, I’m afraid I might scare you if I went a little too hard on them.”
Continue pretending, you want to scare me? What can you do with that 2% cultivation of yours?
Although he criticized inwardly, Ji Mo still went along with the protagonist’s pretentious performance, merely sighing with reverence, “Xianjun is merciful, this one admires him greatly.”
As the Demon Lord’s son, Ye Po also looked extremely dashing, and anyone who saw his evil charm cultivated from bloodshed would be somewhat terrified, but this white-robed man was currently treating him with absolute dismissal, talking cheerfully with Ji Mo with a bland look even as they were surrounded. He had reason to suspect this wasn’t any ordinary Celestial.
The Shrine’s Morning Star Priest could observe the past and predict the future, and as this was the help Ji Mo had found, his abilities were bound to be unusual. Seeing that even Ji Mo, a high-ranking White Robed Priest, was holding Ye Mingjun with such regard, Ye Po grew increasingly vigilant. However, as long as he was the Demonic Continent’s prince, he would need to keep up the Demonic Continent’s reputation to outsiders, and could only feign an angered appearance, sending out his Hook Snakes to test the waters, “Hook Snakes, I want you to gently eat him! Make sure to chew slowly!”
Ji Mo couldn’t read his complicated thoughts, and instantly started to panic when the Hook Snakes started to attack, hurriedly throwing Ye Mingjun a glance, yet this guy was still in that unperturbed state, lifting his head to glance at these large snakes, a few streaks of light flashing across his beautiful eyes, and said with a frown, “You guys are really ugly.”
Not expecting him to care about such a problem at this point in time, Ji Mo thought that this protagonist was, as expected, unreliable, and drew out his own cards from his Storage Bracelet. However, at this moment, the twenty Hook Snakes who were originally bearing down on the menacingly suddenly collapsed onto the ground in unison. With a closer look, it seemed they had all lost consciousness.
What just happened? Did Ye Mingjun step in earlier? Is it possible the Hook Snakes received 10,000 critical hits after his comment and fainted in shame?
The Hook Snakes that lived in pools of poison were not demonic beasts with such fragile hearts, but everything had happened too fast, not even Ji Mo who stood with Ye Mingjun had a single clue of what had occurred, and he couldn’t stop this ludicrous thought from surfacing in his mind.
Had this guy been deliberately concealing the fact that his cultivation wasn’t sealed off?
Holding such doubts in his heart, Ji Mo secretly shifted Wuyan’s field of view to try observing his movements, yet Ye Mingjun still had that dull look on him, and seemingly detecting his movements, curiously reached out a finger to poke at his mask. Hurriedly evading this guy’s bratty actions, Ji Mo just couldn’t find any weak points, and could only think helplessly,
He really couldn’t understand this Ye Mingjun, a character with such an odd setting…
Not even Ji Mo, who understood the Celestials best, could see through Ye Mingjun’s actions for being true or false, much less the others. Especially Ye Po, who was the most shocked, as he knew very well of the Hook Snakes’ strength and now regarded him as a formidable enemy, no longer taking his image into consideration. Immediately retreating behind his guards, he asked with some dread, “Just who are you?”
Ye Po: The opposing Jungler must be a Challenger, everyone be careful!
Ji Mo: Hehe, you guys better hurry up and surrender. *looks as steady as an old dog, but is actually sweating profusely*
Ye Mingjun: Look at all these cuties, why do they have to be bullied?
Ji Mo: Trust me, if you get defeated, you’ll definitely lose your capture target.
Ye Mingjun: Alright then, those snakes look pretty ugly, I’ll hit them.
Hook Snakes: MMP![1]
TL Notes
[1]
MMP: A curse word abbreviated from the words 妈卖批 (mā mài pī), which means ‘motherfucker’.