He Lan Tianxia

Chapter 242 Fireball Guard's Plea for Help (Kneeling and Bumping)

When Yan'er woke up, she saw the octopus sticking its rear end up in the snow lotus pond, its head buried in the water. Yan'er glanced at it a few more times, and Murong Junlan suddenly became jealous.

"What's there to see? Hurry up and change out of your wet clothes." Murong Junlan casually tossed the dry clothes bundle to Yan'er, and then cast several black protective spells on the spot so that his beloved concubine could hide inside and change her clothes safely.

When Yan'er, having changed her clothes, stood before Murong Junlan again, the Pavilion Master's personal fireball guard appeared out of nowhere. Upon seeing Yan'er and Murong Junlan, he immediately knelt on the ground.

"Princess, Your Highness, please have mercy and save the Pavilion Master."

"You want the Crimson Spirit Spring Water too?" Murong Junlan immediately stepped in front of Yan'er. After all, this fireball guard was the most personal person by the Pavilion Master's side, which meant he also knew Yan'er. He probably even knew Yan'er when the Pavilion Master was alone with her. Thinking of this, Murong Junlan softened his words a bit. "Where is your Pavilion Master now? Let's go see what's going on."

The fireball guard didn't get up; instead, he kept kowtowing. Murong Junlan couldn't stand seeing a grown man constantly kowtowing like this, instead of trying to solve the problem.

Oh, this guard must be a man.

"I don't know either," the fireball guard said anxiously.

"Aren't you his personal bodyguard? You don't even know where your master is. You're really a terrible bodyguard." Murong Junlan turned to look at the bald octopus-like creature with its rear end sticking out, and shook his head in disappointment.

"How do you want me to help?"

As soon as Murong Junlan finished speaking, the fireball guard stepped forward, intending to kowtow again. Murong Junlan pushed out with his right hand, forcefully lifting the fireball up. He glared at the octopus with its rear end sticking out, and angrily flicked a grain of sand into the air to hit it hard.

"You guys, show some of the courage you had when you faced me. Stop acting like cowards. Tell me, how can I help you?"

"Split the Ice Lotus Pond, the Mysterious Demon Cave, and the Heaven of Separation into one piece." The fireball guard uttered each word carefully, showing how difficult it was for it to express this idea.

"Yes, split it open." The octopus with its rear end sticking out raised its big, dumbfounded head and agreed without even thinking.

Upon hearing this, Murong Junlan grabbed Princess Yan'er's hand and turned to leave. The fireball guards and the octopus immediately grabbed Murong Junlan and Princess Yan'er's robes. These two god-like figures possessed martial prowess and intelligence comparable to the Pavilion Master, and they would not easily abandon them. Moreover, they knew that only these two could save the Pavilion Master from the Ice Lotus Pond.

"Do you think I'm some god from the heavens? Let me tell you, I, Murong Junlan, am just a person, at most an unknown little prince."

Murong Junlan didn't want to talk anymore; he felt once again that these two animals were becoming increasingly unreliable.

"Princess Yan'er, Your Highness." Octopus and Fireball guards looked at the two of them pitifully, as if the two of them were the ones who had caused their grievances.

Thinking about it, while the Pavilion Master's predicament was indeed caused by them, delivering the Crimson Spirit Spring Water was entirely voluntary. Murong Junlan, a prince, would normally disdain it, and even if he accepted it, it was with a sense of coercion. The more Murong Junlan thought about it, the angrier he became. They were being blamed for the problem arising from delivering something. Did they think he, Murong Junlan, couldn't have received the Crimson Spirit Spring Water if they hadn't offered it? Hmph, Pavilion Master, you overestimate yourself. Now, the Crimson Spirit Spring Water jar is broken, and they're blaming it on them.

“Your Highness, the Pavilion Master’s predicament is because of us. Please be kind and help them.” Yan’er, who had been silent all along, couldn’t help but speak up.

"Since my beloved consort has spoken, then I shall test my strength." Murong Junlan considered for a moment before adding, "You want me to blow up your master's lair? Is that reasonable?"