He Lan Tianxia

Chapter 227 The Faux Pain Strategy Fails

Murong Junlan easily dodged the feint attack. He had intended to take the opportunity to ask the bald octopus what his purpose was, but before he could even open his mouth, the bald man sprayed a bucket of black ink over his head. Since there was no room for negotiation, he decided to fight.

Murong Junlan tightened and loosened his rope, then performed a 360-degree leap, landing on top of the bald man. The bald man was even more furious, gritting his teeth and wildly reaching for the sky with his eight claws, ignoring the bald man, while also spraying a series of ink spurts.

Prince Murong escaped unscathed, but everyone present was affected to some extent. At this moment, the fireballs standing to the side also took the opportunity to attack the group.

With a flick of her long whip, Hong Xiuying led the group of monks toward the fireball.

Although the octopus and fireball weren't particularly strong fighters, their reckless fighting style made it difficult to determine a winner for the time being. In addition, Murong Junlan secretly reminded Hong Xiuying to hold back, so Hong Xiuying didn't go all out in her fight.

After fighting for a while, the octopus suddenly stopped. Then, it covered its head with its eight tentacles, rolled down the mountain, and Murong Junlan, thinking that the Pavilion Master was about to appear, also stopped fighting. Hong Xiuying also called for everyone to stop. But after waiting for a long time, apart from the octopus rolling down the mountain on its own, there was no other reaction. The fireballs were still standing there, all confused.

Huh? What's going on? Weren't we here for the Crimson Spirit Spring water? Why did the octopus run away? Are we still going to fight or not? If it's going to run away, it should at least have given us a heads-up. What does this mean?

With over a hundred pairs of eyes staring at each other, suddenly, a fireball unexpectedly crashed into Murong Junlan.

Murong Junlan easily pushed the fireballs away, and the fireballs charged forward again. Hong Xiuying waved her hand, about to give an order, but Murong Junlan made a "no" gesture. Of all the battles he had fought, today's was the most confusing. He still didn't understand whether this battle was friend or foe.

As for the octopus, after fighting for a while, it realized that it and the fireballs were no match for Murong Junlan and his group. Even before Murong Junlan appeared, Hong Xiuying and the group of martial monks had already given it a headache. Now that Murong Junlan was out, continuing the fight would not only prevent it from retrieving the Crimson Spirit Spring water, but it would also be easily caught and stewed. This big bald octopus wasn't stupid; the moment Murong Junlan grabbed it, it used all eight claws to hug him, shrank its body, and rolled down the hillside.

Ouch, it really hurt its back. Luckily, no internal organs were injured. It seems that it will have to use its wits to get the Crimson Spirit Spring Water. It has to sneak in while they are fighting. Fortunately, it remembered the scent of the Crimson Spirit Spring Water when it smelled it before.

As soon as the octopus thought this, it stood up with its eight tentacles raised, but before it could carry out its grand theft plan, it was attacked on the back of the head with a thud, and its huge body fell to the ground with a crack.

Murong Dubai glanced at the innkeeper, who understood and dragged the octopus into the cave where they were temporarily staying. Looking at the octopus, which was full of spiritual energy and profound energy, Murong Dubai smiled, and another plan to cut off its tentacles popped into his head.

Ever since his failed attempt to cut off Lingyi's tail, he had been holding a grudge, so much so that he would grit his teeth and drool whenever he saw Lingyi's ten-thousand-year-old tail. It was clear that this octopus today was at least several thousand years old, if not ten thousand, and he never refused a delicious meal offered to him.

Speaking of the past six months, Murong Dubai and the shopkeeper have been inseparable. Murong Junlan dealt with the abbot and then helped the Dark Wood Temple change hands, but Murong Dubai stayed out of it all. Who knew that Murong Junlan would disappear for half a year with his sister Yan? He was caught in a dilemma, not knowing whether to stay or leave. After much thought, he decided to dig a hole under the Dark Wood Temple to hide there temporarily.

He didn't know what had happened to bring the octopus to the cave entrance today; such a delicacy was a rare find. Now that it had arrived, he was going to have a proper meat feast. Looking at the plump octopus, Murong Dubai's mind began to conjure up another whimsical cutting plan besides eating it.

The shopkeeper was very efficient; in no time at all, he propped up the unconscious octopus, ready to skin and remove its tendons.