In that secluded corner, six people lay sprawled, clad in a variety of furs, like explorers from different worlds. Each was wrapped tightly, revealing only their eyes, still open, as they gazed silently at their surroundings. These six friends, hailing from far and wide, their furs like banners, each proclaiming their unique identities and experiences. These furs, whether mink from the north or fox from the south, each carried a story, each witnessed a journey. Or perhaps, a bloodbath.

Now, everyone has lost their breath. Xiao Yi used a knife to push aside the scarf of one of the people and found that this person really looked familiar.

This discovery surprised and confused Xiao Yi. He didn't know who this person was, nor why he was here. However, this person was indeed someone he seemed to know.

At this critical moment, Xiao Yi did not act rashly, but remained calm and carefully observed the surrounding situation. He (or they) tried to recall the identity of this person, but in the end found nothing.

However, when Xiao Yi looked at the man's face carefully again, he suddenly discovered some details. These details gave him (or them) a new understanding of the man's identity.

Finally, Xiao Yi finally confirmed the man's identity. He not only knew him, but he had also had some interactions with him in the past. In the world of supernatural powers, they were once a prestigious and powerful group, but now they seemed to be forgotten in the corner. Perhaps it was their conflict with Fan Zun and his group that caused them to fall from the peak of glory to the current silence.

They were once the shining stars of that supernatural power, radiant and unrivaled. Their power was powerful and mysterious, and every move was as stunning as if it came from outer space. However, it was this very awe that brought them into irreconcilable conflict with Fan Zun and his group.

It was a contest that shook the heavens and the earth, a contest of supernatural forces. They engaged in fierce battles with Fan Zun and his entourage, each collision a dazzling display like the shattering of galaxies. However, they were ultimately defeated and vanished from sight.

Now, they reappear in people's sight, but they are no longer the shining stars of supernatural power they once were. They seem to have been smoothed by time, becoming calm and reserved. Their eyes no longer have the arrogance and sharpness of the past, replaced by a deep sense of vicissitudes and tranquility.

In this competitive world, some people prefer to stalk the enemy, seeking out lone prey. Like cunning foxes, they quietly lurk in the underbrush, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. Their actions are chilling, like a shadowy force quietly eroding this beautiful world.

Their gazes, sharp as knives, constantly scan for those who are alone. Once they spot their target, they pounce without hesitation, launching a fierce attack. Their despicable tactics remind one of venomous snakes lurking in the shadows, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the unsuspecting.

This behavior is not only disturbing, but also a great insult to fair competition. Everyone deserves a fair chance in life, not to be the target of sneak attacks. Those who enjoy sneak attacks will only be despised and condemned.

After all this trouble, Xiao Yi set out on his journey home. The clock had quietly pointed to 2 a.m. Under the night sky, the city lights were dim, as if telling an unfinished story. Fatigue and sleepiness came over him, but Xiao Yi's heart was unusually surging.

He crossed the silent streets, as if racing against time. His shadow grew longer, then shorter, as if recounting a series of twists and turns. The night wind blew by, carrying away the day's hustle and bustle, leaving behind a deep thought.

The base at 2 a.m. was like a quiet dream. Here, Xiao Yi felt the passage of time and the reality of life. Every breath he took carried the freshness and chill of the night, which made him feel deeply moved.

At this moment, Xiao Yi understood a lot. Life is not smooth sailing, but full of twists and turns. And it is these experiences that make him cherish every moment more and understand his direction more clearly.

The night was late, but Xiao Yi's heart was filled with strength. He knew that no matter what, he must move forward courageously and fearlessly. Only in this way could he welcome a better tomorrow. After this ordeal, Xiao Yi became more determined and courageous. He would continue to move forward, pursuing his own dreams and future.

In the deep night, Yu Wei still stood by the dimly lit place, her eyes twinkling like stars, waiting for Xiao Yi's return. It turned out that she had not fallen asleep, but was just silently waiting in the silence of the night, turning her longing into endless anticipation.

Her heart was as taut as a string, and with a gentle pluck, she could play out deep emotions. She blended her emotions into the night, echoing with Xiao Yi's return journey, as if forming a silent symphony.

Yu Wei's waiting is not a kind of bondage, but a kind of affectionate sustenance. Her heart is like an island, standing firmly in the ocean of time, waiting for Xiao Yi's ship to dock.

In the utter silence of the night, little Yuri, the perceptive night watchman, was the first to detect the subtle sound. He pricked up his ears, as if they were guiding lights, and listened intently. Then, he gently twitched his nose, as if sniffing the air for information.

Yu Wei saw this and immediately understood. Every movement of little Yuri was a foreshadowing of Xiao Yi's return. Her heart raced, anticipating the familiar figure's appearance. Little Yuri's behavior, like a character in a play, guided the plot. He was more than just a pet or companion; he was a mysterious messenger, foreshadowing Xiao Yi's imminent return.

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