Chapter 391
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Chapter 391: The Gray Mouse Behind
Baili Pangpang dragged the bound beauty onto the flying sword, swaying as it flew toward the shore.
Under the effect of the “Sealing Scroll,” she was unable to make any sound, forced to lie obediently on the flying sword, her eyes blankly staring at the sky, her lips seemingly murmuring something.
Boom—!!
By the lake, two figures, one blue and one black, collided once more!
Jialan ignored Cao Yuan’s frenzied attacks, elbowing his knife-wielding hand aside, darting in front of him like lightning. With a swift motion, her palm struck upward against Cao Yuan’s jaw, sending him flying backward.
Seizing the opportunity, she gracefully leaped up, her blue wide sleeves brushing through the air like a fluttering butterfly, her ankle kicking down like a battle axe onto Cao Yuan’s chest!
Thud—!!
Madman Cao Yuan was directly kicked into the ground, embedded in the stone bricks.
Black malevolent flames blazed fiercely as Jialan, expressionless, walked to his side and stomped heavily on his chest, driving him further into the earth.
Hero! Hero! Baili Pangpang flew in on his sword from the side, witnessing this scene, he couldn’t help but swallow hard and tossed a roll of tape to Jialan.
Use this! Cao Yuan’s chastity lock!
Jialan reached out to catch the tape. Having seen Lin Qiye use it in the palace of the Emperor of Fengdu, she was now extremely skilled, tearing off a large strip from the tape and wrapping it tightly around the madman Cao Yuan’s neck several times, causing the surrounding malevolent flames to gradually subside.
Cough cough cough… uh… Gradually regaining his senses, Cao Yuan felt he was about to suffocate, pointing at the tape tightly wrapped around his neck, his face starting to turn pale.
Uh… Hero, oh no! Sister Lan, Sister Lan! Baili Pangpang tentatively spoke, are you tightening it too much? I feel like he’s about to choke to death…
Jialan was taken aback, seeing Cao Yuan’s state, she hurriedly fumbled to pull the tape off his neck.
Finally able to breathe again, Cao Yuan lay on the ground, lifeless like a salted fish that had lost its dreams.
Jialan leaned closer to him, her black gem-like eyes blinking, filled with regret, I’m sorry…
No need. Cao Yuan spoke weakly, you did well, just remember to be lighter next time… cough cough cough cough…
Cao Yuan struggled to get up from the ground, his body covered in wounds. He let out a long breath, finally feeling like he was alive again.
At that moment, Jialan seemed to remember something, standing up and fixing her gaze on a member of Team 017 manipulating muscles on the rooftop nearby.
She took down the hard wooden bow from her back, nocked an arrow, and aimed at that figure…
But the arrow did not shoot.
She hesitated.
After a moment, she lowered her bow.
Why aren’t you shooting? Baili Pangpang asked in confusion from the side.
Jialan pointed at her arrow, then at the injured member of Team 017 who had been backfired by Cao Yuan’s malevolent energy, mumbling:
Shoot… him… dead.
Are you saying that if you shoot this arrow, he might die? Baili Pangpang pondered for a moment, then nodded, right, your arrows are not something an ordinary person can withstand, so let me handle it!
He placed the captured beauty on the ground, stepped onto the flying sword, and flew toward that figure. About four or five minutes later, Baili Pangpang returned, dragging a similarly bound, emaciated man.
So easy? Cao Yuan exclaimed in surprise.
Your malevolent energy backfired on him pretty badly; I hardly did anything, and he passed out. Baili Pangpang shrugged, glancing at Jialan, expressing some relief, thankfully Sister Lan was here! Otherwise, I really couldn’t handle you.
He patted Cao Yuan on the shoulder and laughed, now there’s one more person in this team who can hold you down…
If before, Baili Pangpang and Cao Yuan’s impression of Jialan was merely that she wouldn’t get hurt and could shoot arrows accurately, after this beating of Cao Yuan, they finally recognized just how terrifying her strength truly was…
Not someone to offend, definitely not!
Now, recalling Lin Qiye’s previous reckless remarks about Jialan, Baili Pangpang couldn’t help but start to worry for him…
Rescuing two members of Team 017 was a good thing. Cao Yuan stood up, brushing off the dust from his clothes, but he wondered how the other four were doing…
…
At the Southern Gate, at the top.
The tower-like man seemed to sense something, a look of surprise appearing in his eyes.
What’s wrong? The snake woman’s vertical pupils slightly shifted, looking at the man.
They’ve encountered 【Bell Crande】. The man slowly spoke, they are indeed not any special team; while they are strong, they haven’t reached the level of a special team.
Oh? Do they have any distinguishing features?
Features… The man hesitated for a moment, they all wear masks? One is Sun Wukong, one is Zhu Bajie, one is Tang Seng, one is Sha Monk, and there’s a Red Boy.
Journey to the West masks? The snake woman scoffed, what a strange combination.
That pig mask resembles the young master from the Baili family; he seems to have a lot of forbidden items on him, all matching the rumored descriptions…
The Baili family one? The snake woman’s snake eyes narrowed slightly, her long, crimson tongue licking her lips, recently, the bounty for killing him seems quite high; since we can’t kill Xia Simeng this time, bringing back a valuable head wouldn’t be bad.
Let’s not rush; that Sun Wukong and Tang Seng haven’t made any moves, it’s hard to gauge their true strength. The man frowned slightly, let’s wait until we confirm they won’t pose a threat to us before acting.
Alright. The snake woman seemed to think of something, by the way, have those two mice from Team 017 been caught?
No. The man shook his head, those two haven’t shown up for five hours; they’re probably hiding somewhere to heal, no need to worry about them. Even that ‘sea’ team leader, after a while, his spirit should be tainted by 【Bell Crande】, not to mention that little girl.
True. The snake woman’s eyes narrowed slightly; in this fog, the longer we drag it out, the more advantageous it is for us…
Squeak squeak squeak…
While the two were conversing, they didn’t notice a nondescript gray mouse emerging from a pipe in the corner of the building.
It quietly climbed to the edge of the rooftop, its tiny eyes watching the two figures, its gaze becoming eerily profound.
