Chapter 302 Yun Shang Yiyu 6v6 (2)
At the end of the square, sunlight slanted down like melting gold, and a group of people walked in, chatting and laughing.
Qi Ran watched this scene with a complicated expression.
Huali, who was leading the conversation, was talking animatedly with Tang Wanwan. The red feathers by her ears were swaying in the wind, as if all the brilliance around them had been incorporated into the girl's lively brows.
Her gaze swept behind Huali and immediately saw the tower spirit beside her, as well as Zhaoheng and Fengyi, whose destined fates had been forcibly rewritten.
Even the two envoys who were feared by Wen Jin looked at Hua Li with affection.
Sensing the turmoil in Qi Ran's heart, Xiao Tong spoke up: "Host, you don't need to worry about these things. This is just a small world after all. The joy we feel now is but a fleeting moment. Even if we are deeply bound together now, it will all disappear without a trace when we part ways in the future."
Qi Ran's fingers twitched slightly, but she did not nod as usual.
Just as she was about to speak, five powerful auras surged into the audience seats at the front.
Lian Zhuo, Wen Jin, Luo Chuan, Shen Yu, and Yan Xi are all present.
The five ignored each other, yet their unspoken understanding was palpable. Almost as soon as they sat down, a powerful aura suddenly pressed down on the people to their right.
To the right—around Qi Ran, including Mu Feng on the stage, everyone paused for a moment when Hua Li appeared.
Fu Yan paused, her fingers twirling the sword tassel, her cool gaze piercing through the crowd before settling silently; Wen Tingyun's knuckles, which were tapping the armrest, tightened at the same time, and behind the gentle smile on his lips, a ripple suddenly appeared in his eyes.
When Li Yuan saw Zhao Heng and Rong Xing beside Hua Li, the gloomy aura around him almost solidified.
Another new face...
Even Zhan Li, who was standing to the side, slowly lost his smile and looked over with complicated expressions, together with Fen Yu.
He still doesn't know... why Huali singled him out.
Even though we're both from the Witch Clan, why can Burning Rain's private messages be sent normally...?
Before he could figure it out, the deep-sea-like aura on his left side pressed down heavily, like an invisible barrier, carrying an undeniable declaration and a sense of protection.
Zhan Li, Li Yuan, Wen Tingyun, and Fu Yan all tensed up at the same time.
The next second, an equally formidable aura crashed down upon them. On the surface, it seemed to be protecting them, but in reality, it carried a subtle but sharp intent to compete.
Two invisible, massive air currents collided violently in the center of the venue.
There was no sound, yet the air in the middle seemed to freeze. Fortunately, it didn't last. The audience and ordinary people with weaker cultivation only felt a fleeting palpitation before the oppressive aura vanished without a trace.
Looking up again, the nine people were already seated on both sides, clearly separated.
At the top of the judges' panel, Mu Feng unconsciously rubbed the cracked pen with his fingertips, his gaze passing over the silent undercurrents of confrontation below, landing on the "family of three" also dressed in red.
At this moment, Huali was repeatedly instructing Zhaoheng and Xiaota, "Although Yanxi added another spell to your spell last night, for safety's sake, you should not act alone."
Huali looked at the small pagoda, her almond-shaped eyes narrowing.
Xiao Ta immediately stood at attention.
Her chubby little hands were behind her back, and she tried to puff out her little chest, but her big, round eyes glanced down guiltily, and her fair little feet rubbed together.
"Stop pretending to be cute." Huali's heart was as cold as a fish that had been killed at RT-Mart for ten years. Pointing at it, she said, "You little spy."
She didn't plan to tell anyone about dealing with Biyao last time, since it had already been successfully resolved and there was no need to worry them.
However! She never expected that there was a little spy by her side!
This three-year-old with only an elementary school education not only wrote down Biyao's story in his little notebook, but also meticulously recorded everything she said to Mu Feng and Wen Tingyun in his own scribbles-filled notebook.
And as soon as they got back, they immediately huddled up to Luo Chuan's feet and started counting on their fingers to complain.
Moreover, the child didn't know how to complain in private; he would just open his mouth and spout a string of incoherent complaints in front of everyone else in the yard.
Why is he slurring his words? Ah, because the candy the "protagonist" he was complaining about had bought for him hadn't been swallowed yet!
In that instant, Huali suddenly realized why, in "Empresses in the Palace," the Emperor would rather give the Third Prince, born to Consort Qi, to the Empress to raise than let his own mother raise him.
You vixen, give that perfectly legitimate pagoda back to her!
Huali bent down and pinched the giant tower that had grown a "duang, duang" little belly under the pampering, "I'll give you a chance to make amends. Use your surveillance skills on me here." She gestured towards the audience, "Record any little thing that happens."
"And you, Zhaozhao!"
Huali said seriously, "Stranger, are you offering me candy?"
Zhao Heng shook her head: "No, no."
"A stranger will take you away?"
Zhao Heng said seriously, "No, no."
"A stranger struck up a conversation?"
His ahoge stood on end. "I won't talk, I won't talk!"
Huali breathed a sigh of relief, stood on tiptoe and reached out to try to press down the ahoge (cowlick), but after several attempts, she realized it was a stubborn creature and gave up decisively. "Alright, alright, the clever beast won't fall for it." Only then did she pull Tang Wanwan to the backstage.
As Tang Wanwan walked, she kept turning back to add worriedly, "Zhaozhao, what if she wants to eat water chestnuts?"
Zhao Heng pointed to the "girl" in the pink dress next to her, who was writing furiously, and said, "Find Brother Shrimp, use the big pliers."
On stage, Mu Feng watched this scene unfold, and a sudden itch rose in his throat.
It turns out that what Karin said that day was not a joke after all.
He tried to see the true forms and cultivation levels of the two beings, one large and one small, but found that even with his half-step Nascent Soul power, he couldn't detect the slightest clue.
Mu Feng pursed his lips slightly, glanced at the tense atmosphere and silent competition below the stage, and slowly lowered his eyelashes.
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