Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 758 - 751: Angry Momo

Chapter 758: Chapter 751: Angry Momo

"I just sprained my leg when I landed," Luoer explained helplessly.

"Are you going to die?" Fulajie’er sniffled, asking timidly.

"I’m not!" Luoer waved off and said with a bitter smile.

"Then, you right now..." Fulajie’er, living primarily during the night and being a ghost, could relatively easily see Luoer in the darkness. She looked at him, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

However, Luoer definitely couldn’t see her, which was why ghosts have such great destructive power against Otherworlders. If Luoer didn’t know Fulajie’er and suddenly heard such a voice in the darkness where he couldn’t see his own hand, he’d be scared out of his wits.

Laying on the grass, Luoer was breathing heavily to alleviate the intense pain in his joints. Despite his condition, he made sure to remind Fulajie’er, "Fula, Fula, go up and tell everyone that I’m fine now."

"I want to stay and protect you," Fulajie’er said seriously.

"I’m fine, really. I don’t need your protection," Luoer chuckled, then painstakingly pulled out a magic crystal from his pocket. He caressed the runes engraved on it, drew his magic wand, and began to whisper a spell.

The runes on the magic crystal were activated immediately, emanating a faint luminescence. Due to the high concentration of purple in the magic crystal he was using, the light also turned purple.

"Don’t run around then!" Fulajie’er fretted.

"I can’t go anywhere in this condition," said Luoer, shaking his head and smiling wryly.

"And you said you’re fine!" Fulajie’er remarked indignantly upon hearing his words.

"I meant I’m not going to die. I admit that I’m injured right now," said Luoer quickly.

"Isn’t that the same thing?" Fulajie’er asked.

"How is it the same? Even if I broke my leg, it doesn’t necessarily mean I will die," Luoer replied.

"Humph!" Upon hearing Luoer’s words, Fulajie’er didn’t continue arguing. After a snort, her voice disappeared.

With Fulajie’er gone, Luoer finally breathed a sigh of relief. He lay on the ground, staring at a starless night sky. The intense pain in his leg persisted, but there was nothing he could do. He just had to endure it.

Reflecting on his recent experiences, Luoer once again broke out in cold sweat. He realized he had been quite reckless as a team leader, essentially willing to do anything to complete the mission.

Mulling over his actions, Luoer started to understand why headquarters made the decision they did.

Yes, Luoer had been in the Otherworld for more than two years and had been a team leader for a year and a half. Still, he was reckless and impatient.

Luoer could only be relieved that his action this time wouldn’t irritate headquarters. Otherwise, it would be a foregone conclusion that he’d be sent back to Earth.

The severe pain in Luoer’s leg gradually subsided, replaced by a wave of inexplicable pleasure. Enjoying the pleasure after the pain, Luoer narrowed his eyes, almost falling asleep.

"Luoer, Luoer, Luoer, you really died! You big liar! Waaahh!!!" After clearing his mind for who knows how long, Luoer suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Fula, why are you crying?" Hearing Fulajie’er’s voice, Luoer opened his eyes and asked with a bitter smile.

"Wahh, you’re okay. I thought you were dead. Ahh!" Fulajie’er’s voice wavered as if she were crying. Despite being unable to cry, she managed to express the emotion.

"I only wanted to rest for a bit. If I died, you wouldn’t be able to feel my soul domain, right?" Luoer said.

"I didn’t know, I thought you were dead, so my mind was a blur!" Fulajie’er said aggrievedly.

"Why are you so worried about gains and losses?" Luoer said helplessly.

"And you, why are you always so desperate?" FuLajie’er countered.

Confronted with Fulajie’er’s sudden question, Luoer was for a moment at a loss for words, and could only close his mouth in silence.

After what felt like an eternity, the silhouette of a transport plane began to appear in the sky. The plane shimmered with spots of light, slowly descending as it switched on a searchlight.

The working principle of the searchlight is somewhat similar to that on Earth, but the light emitted is from runes. It’s reflected through a conical glass mirror, achieving a focused lighting effect. Of course, it can’t be compared to Earth’s high-powered searchlights.

The transport plane turned on its searchlight mainly to search for Luoer, and also to avoid hitting the ground directly, which would damage the plane.

Seeing the arrival of the transport plane, Fulajie’er immediately left Luoer to guide it. Under Fulajie’er’s guidance, the transport plane adjusted its posture and eventually spotted Luoer lying on the grass.

After discovering Luoer, the transport plane began to descend slowly. Just as the plane landed, the cabin door was swiftly opened, and Tangmo, with a look of worry on his face, jumped down hurriedly and ran towards Luoer.

"Momo..." Upon seeing Tangmo coming, Luoer propped himself up and managed a weak smile.

"Smack!"

To his and everyone else’s surprise, Luoer’s smiling face didn’t receive Tangmo’s approval. She rushed up to Luoer, crouched down in front of him, and fiercely slapped him across his face. The force of the slap left a clear handprint mark on Luoer’s fair and delicate cheek.

As the saying goes, one never strikes a smiling face. Luoer was taken aback by the sudden blow. He covered his face and stared at her in a daze. It was only then that he realized that the Tangmo in front of him was not the original Momo, the sister who never dared to hurt him, but the Momo who once kidnapped him and tried to harm him.

"Do you know why I hit you?" Tangmo bit her lip hard, her eyes red as she looked at him and asked.

"I know..." Luoer said, looking away and then lowering his eyes, for he didn’t dare to look directly at Tangmo out of guilt.

"You are the captain of the Advance Team. I remember you were quite rational before becoming captain, why have you become more foolish since?" Tangmo glared at him, her breathing became rapid. It seemed that she was suppressing the anger within her. Otherwise, Luoer would probably have to brace himself for another slap.

"Do you know what you’re doing? Have you ever considered your own safety?" Tangmo said excitedly, reaching out to hold his face to make him look her in the eyes. However, the guilty Luoer could never dare to meet her gaze.

"It’s all because of you, because of your reckless actions, that the Advance Team faces the crisis of being recalled to Earth. You constantly bemoan the unfair treatment we’ve received, believing that the headquarters are up to no good, but have you really reflected on your own actions?" Tangmo bit her teeth, her eyes wide open as she glared and questioned Luoer.

"No, no..." Under Tangmo’s questioning, Luoer’s attitude seemed very submissive, he hung his head and mumbled in response.

"Don’t think that as the captain of the Advance Team you can do whatever you please. Don’t think that because you are Luoer I can’t do anything to you. I’m not like your sister, a pushover. She doesn’t dare to hit you, I do. I dare to hit you until you come to your senses. I dare to hit you till you dare not offend again. Luoer, I once promised you, I once promised your sister, not to hurt you again, but this is not an excuse for you to act recklessly!"

Tangmo excitedly spoke, raising her hand once more. However, she hesitated for a long time in that pose and didn’t dare to slap him again. Seeing Luoer hang his head in acceptance of his mistakes, even Momo felt a pang in her heart. It seemed as if this slap would land on her own heart, causing her to hesitate for a long time, unable to move her hand.

"Enough," Just as she was caught up in her dilemma, suddenly a big hand grabbed her wrist and the calm voice of Cheng Ziang came from behind her, "Even if you are disappointed, don’t resort to violence. In fact, you can’t bear it and your sister would also be heartbroken."

"I can’t bear it?" Tangmo turned her head and glowered at him.

"If you can bear it, then step aside and let me do it!" Cheng Ziang looked at her and said.

Hearing his words, Tangmo immediately froze. After hesitating for a moment, she slowly lowered her raised hand, but she didn’t move aside. Clearly, she was a soft-hearted person who was hard on the outside but soft on the inside. She had a soft spot for Luoer, so how could she let Cheng Ziang hurt him?