Lan Ziye was entrapped by her own magic array, and not lightly. She was inexplicably thrown three thousand years into the future. What frustrated Lan Ziye even more was that her purple eyes, a symb...
Lan Ziye tilted her head and thought for a moment. This statement seemed to make sense! But... why did she feel something was wrong?
Because he was really in a hurry, Lan Ziye had no choice but to get in the car reluctantly. And out of habit, Lan Ziye sat directly in the passenger seat.
However, Chu Xixuan expressed great satisfaction with this habit.
Chu Xixuan started the car and asked, "Where are we going?"
"Beiming Street Fighting Arena!" Lan Ziye blurted out.
Chu Xixuan slammed on the brakes, turned around, looked at Lan Ziye in confusion, and asked, "What are you doing in Beiming Street? And going to the fighting arena?"
Because of the sudden braking, Lan Ziye stumbled and was almost thrown out. She turned around and glared at Chu Xixuan fiercely, saying, "What are you doing? Why did you stop the car for no reason?"
Chu Xixuan said seriously, "Beiming Street has been in turmoil lately!"
Lan Ziye looked at Chu Xixuan with amusement and said, "Do you think I'm someone who's afraid of instability?"
Chu Xixuan: ...Okay! He forgot that this girl is not an ordinary girl!
"Are you going to stand up for Ji Xiong?" Chu Xixuan asked sourly.
"Standing up for Ji Xiong?" Lan Ziye said with a calm smile, "Why should I stand up for Ji Xiong? My relationship with him isn't that good yet!"
"So where are you going?" Chu Xixuan slowly started the car and asked casually, "Are you going on a mission?"
"Sure! Even with amnesia, you still remember my mission!" Lan Ziye said as she opened the food bag that Chef A had prepared for her. It had to be said that Chef A had packed quite a bit: a brown paper bag filled with a dozen steamed dumplings, a plastic bag filled with a few sausages, a paper bag filled with a hamburger, a whole loaf of toast, a carton of still-warm milk, and a cup of hot soy milk.
"You...didn't you eat?" Chu Xixuan asked with a frown.
Seeing that he seemed a little unhappy, Lan Ziye remembered that he seemed to have a bit of a weird obsession with mysophobia, so he consciously put away the food bag and said, "Actually, I can go to the fighting arena to eat!"
She had already shamelessly hitched a ride in someone else's car, so how could she still unconsciously eat in the car?
"It's okay, go ahead and eat!" Chu Xixuan said generously, "It won't affect my driving!"
So easy to talk to? Lan Ziye glanced at Chu Xixuan suspiciously. Could this guy have been replaced by someone else?
However, if she goes to the fighting arena now, she will be in a hurry. If she doesn't have time to eat, she will have to fight on an empty stomach, plus her spiritual energy will be depleted... I wonder if she will faint during the fight?
If that were the case, it would be really ugly. She would be the only contestant in the history of Lanxuan Continent who fainted from hunger during a competition.
Thinking of this, Lan Ziye no longer cared about his face, and smiled at Chu Xixuan beside him and said, "Then I'll eat it?" After a pause, he smiled again and explained, "Sorry, I'm too hungry!" After that, he reopened the food package and started to eat with relish.
Chu Xixuan looked at Lan Ziye lovingly and said in a gentle tone, "Don't do this again in the future. It's not good for your stomach!"
"It's okay, my stomach is the universe, it's very strong!" Lan Ziye said vaguely with his mouth full.
"By the way, you haven't told me yet, what are you going to Beiming Street for?" Chu Xixuan continued while driving.
"The guy who stole Ji Xiong's title of Beiming Street King wanted to take over the Twelve Streets. The ten street kings asked me to participate in the so-called competition so that I could find a last chance to kill that guy!" Lan Ziye said lightly.