Logging 10,000 Years into the Future Chapter 389

Chapter 389

“You’re welco, Sir.”

“Li Die, see Colonel Wang off.”

Lu Sheng called Li Die to see off the guest, while he took the brand-new Red Crystal Dragon Pattern Spear to the martial arts training room upstairs to cultivate his spear skills.

Li Die escorted Wang Ye out of the manor gate, then stopped.

“Please take care.”

Wang Ye nodded to Li Die and couldn’t help but say with so emotion, “You’re very lucky to et a master like Lu Sheng. Work hard and don’t betray Lu Sheng’s trust in you. In the future, you might have the chance to stand out …”

“Mm.” Li Die nodded, saying nothing.

Wang Ye got into the military vehicle and called his n to leave.

After Wang Ye’s vehicle drove away, Li Die turned to leave.

At that mont, soone called her na.

“Li Die.”

Li Die turned and saw a middle-aged man in military uniform, with squinted eyes, walking out from a corner of the manor wall.

“Who are you?” Li Die looked at him expressionlessly.

The middle-aged man in the military uniform smiled and whispered, “I’m an old comrade of your parents. I even held you when you were little. Can we talk?”

Li Die’s eyes flickered, and she subconsciously looked into the manor.

She saw a glimpse of Lu Sheng’s figure in the martial arts training room on the second floor.

After a mont’s hesitation, she finally nodded.

“Okay.”

…

“Not bad!”

Lu Sheng casually flicked his hand, watching the Red Crystal Dragon Pattern spear bloom like fireworks in the air, a satisfied look on his face.

“Weapons made of Mithril are indeed very different. With this Level 7 spear in hand, my combat power can increase by at least 30% …”

30%.

For Lu Sheng’s current strength, that was already a frightening number.

“I’m looking forward to the wheel blade …”

Lu Sheng had already sent the inner wheel blade design to Wang Ye.

Forging the inner wheel blade was much more complex than the Red Crystal Dragon Pattern spear, so it would take longer this ti.

“It probably won’t take more than a month. With the inner wheel blade, I won’t have to get my hands all bloody every ti, cleaning up is troubleso …”

Although his Stellar Immortal Physique was strong and matched with the Dao of Slaughter, not inferior in any way to Level 7 weapons.

But he couldn’t always use his hands as blades.

“That would make look too savage and damage my image …”

***

Lu Sheng familiarized himself with the newly replaced Red Crystal Dragon Pattern spear and then went downstairs to eat.

While eating, he held the new spear body in one hand, aiming to quickly develop a “spear sense.”

Li Die waited by the table, and when Lu Sheng was almost finished eating, she cautiously approached and said, “Sir, I would like to take two hours off this afternoon.”

Lu Sheng picked up a hot towel to wipe his mouth and casually asked, “Is sothing up?”

Li Die was an orphan of a military martyr, with no relatives or friends. She usually stayed in the manor and rarely went out. Her asking for leave was sothing out of the ordinary, making Lu Sheng curious.

“An old comrade of my parents invited to a al.”

“Oh?” Lu Sheng suddenly understood. He had indeed sensed Li Die talking to a middle-aged officer at the gate earlier.

“Go ahead. If you need anything, just let know. Take your ti; it’s rare for you to go out, so enjoy yourself …”

Lu Sheng sympathized with Li Die. She was a soft-spoken but strong-willed girl, always polite and considerate, making her likable.

“Thank you, Sir.”

Lu Sheng suddenly rembered sothing and said, “Inform the kitchen that I might have friends over in a couple of days. They should prepare a feast.”

“Yes.”

Lu Sheng had thought of this while eating. He felt guilty for standing up Dong Qingxue and Qin Shaojun last ti. Inviting them over for a al at the manor, where the chef’s skills were better than most restaurants, seed like a good way to make it up. But arranging the eting was a bit tricky; Qin Shaojun was easy to handle, but he wasn’t sure if Dong Qingxue would co, or if she was still upset.

…

Eastern Region, Third War Zone.

Dong Qingxue stood at the entrance of the Third War Zone airport, her face calm as she watched the military aircraft taking off and landing, seemingly waiting for soone.

Today, Dong Qingxue was still in uniform. Her deep blue military attire highlighted her snow-white skin. The black belt lightly emphasized her chest, and her legs, clad in alloy combat boots, were straight and long.

Her nearly perfect figure, combined with her exquisite features and cool deanor, attracted frequent glances from many officers.

So far, Dong Qingxue had already dismissed at least seven waves of people trying to strike up a conversation, including two Masters. Now, the eighth wave was approaching.

A man in his forties, with a rugged and handso face, was walking towards her, surrounded by several people in general’s uniforms. He approached Dong Qingxue with asured steps.

“Which war zone? Which division?”

The handso man spoke, his shoulder’s seven golden stars gleaming in the sunlight. His presence exuded the confidence and composure of a high-ranking and powerful figure.

A seven-star general.

In the General Star Area, he had the authority.

Dong Qingxue saluted and calmly said, “Ninth War Zone, 1182nd Division, Colonel Dong Qingxue under Lieutenant General Yu Feiyi, reporting.”

“The Ninth War Zone …”

The handso man’s eyes flickered, and he smiled, “I don’t know Yu Feiyi, but I know General Xu Xuan from your Ninth War Zone. Join for dinner tonight; I’ll invite Xu Xuan as well.”

“Sorry …”

Dong Qingxue shook her head, neither humble nor pushy, “I’m waiting for soone and already have plans tonight. I’m afraid I have to disappoint you, Sir.”

The handso man frowned slightly and ordered, “Cancel it.”

“I can’t.”

Dong Qingxue shook her head, “The person I would stand up will be very angry.”

The handso man sneered, his aura spreading, making the air feel oppressive.