Chapter Twenty-Two: I Like You!

[Yan, are you out of the hospital?]
[Yes, I’m out.]
[That’s great! See you tomorrow!]
[Alright, tomorrow, wait for me at the entrance to the neighborhood.] Yan Xuan sent the message with a smile.

He had just checked the map; if he left from this neighborhood and headed to the company, he would pass by Tang Xueying’s neighborhood, and it wouldn’t be out of the way.

[Huh? What do you mean?]

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Time passed without anyone noticing, each day repeating itself over and over. As if nothing would ever change, yet changes crept in with every moment. Finally, all one hundred crossbowmen and priests had reached level four. Their attributes were twenty times those of ordinary soldiers, and they should be able to face opponents from outside now.

“Bang, bang, bang, bang…” A series of explosions followed, and the mech warriors—so swift they could barely be seen—were suddenly hit, their forms revealed.

As for the two vampires’ level-up, Ling Yun had already made plans. He possessed the Xuanhuang Scripture; once his body recovered, he would focus on cultivating it. As long as these two vampires stayed by his side, raising their levels would only be a matter of time.

Bai Yuling and Kelu talked at length, but in the realm of psychic abilities, only a dozen seconds had passed in the outside world.

As Xu Jianxing had predicted, there were still those who didn’t believe at this point, but as Xu Jianxing continued to sacrifice, each time offering different items, the doubts in their hearts gradually faded. Among all the things, aside from the experience pills, what surprised them most was the holy artifact.

Even a pseudo world-class, wielding psychic origin, could escape their lock-on, but could not conceal the spatial fluctuations.

Qinsi was very familiar with the route; buildings and winding streets posed no obstacle, and her speed did not lessen.

Afterwards, Ling Zhoutian shifted his research direction to replacing base materials, switching from silicon to graphene.

The three mystics’ eyes lit up; being able to contend with mid-grade mystic treasures was rare. Powerful treasures were always favored by mystics.

The tall man’s meaning was clear: if Tang Ze continued to threaten their lives, the forces behind them would surely uncover Tang Ze’s nation and, through the “Supreme Covenant,” launch a war.

Mi Qian of Wing City had cleared out Li Haobai’s remnants and begun to restore the city’s defenses. He was not yet the master of Wing City, but already carried himself as its governor.

If they truly succeeded in opening a battlefield at the spatial portal and their contact with the dark elves was contained there, it would be a monumental success. At the very least, if large-scale battles broke out, Earth would remain untouched.

The village chief brimmed with pride and enthusiasm, telling Su Xin and the others many stories about the village, leaving them amazed.

“It’s no fun, it’s all men there. You, a princess, should not go.” Fang Jue was somewhat surprised; how had Ye Yao suddenly asked about the army camp?

Fang Jue looked at Qian Mo, and Qian Mo looked back at Fang Jue. The two men stared at each other for a few seconds. Qian Mo saw the sincere, harmless look in Fang Jue’s eyes. He had thought Fang Jue would accuse him of intentional violence. If so, even as the chief of the prince’s guards, according to the imperial law, he would be executed.

Bai Xiao headed straight for Luoyang. He had been there many times before, but this time he did not intend to leave.

It was a pity she was a battle-hardened veteran. To think a handsome man could distract her enough to lower her guard? Far too naive.

At that moment, the first to run toward them was Officer Takagi, followed by Taiichi’s younger sister.

Upon hearing the vice president’s utterly emotionless tone, Taiichi sneered coldly. Just then, Inspector Megure was still speaking righteously.