Ye Yingjun burst into laughter.
Although Night Demon's voice is quite pleasant, why does that laugh sound so irritating?
Meng Qingyin laughed, utterly speechless.
Suddenly, Ye Yingjun looked up in her direction, his gaze wary: "Who's there?"
Meng Qingyin was startled. Could Ye Yingjun have discovered her?
Probably not. She's in spirit form right now, so Ye Yingjun shouldn't be able to detect her.
Sure enough, Ye Yingjun suddenly broke down in his defenses and started cursing at the void: "You damn bird! Once I leave this godforsaken place, I'll pluck all your feathers! And that stinky fox, I won't let you get away with this! Ahhhhh, I'm so bored! Anyone want to chat with me?"
Looking at Ye Yingjun like this, Meng Qingyin suddenly felt a pang of sadness.
Ye Yingjun has been trapped in this place for a thousand years. I really don't know how he survived it.
Oh well, I'll spend more time chatting with him when I get back; he's kind of pitiful.
Despite her pitiful state, Meng Qingyin's eardrums couldn't withstand Ye Yingjun's shouts and curses, so she left the Tower of Babel and went outside to collect supply boxes.
With teleportation abilities, she collected quite a few supply crates.
When the time came, Meng Qingyin flashed before her eyes and was back on the ship's deck in the next moment.
The salty sea breeze hit her face, and fearing she would lose comfort, Meng Qingyin quickly returned to her cabin.
The next moment, a message notification sounded.
Meng Qingyin guessed that Chen Leying and the others might want to talk to her about rare fragments, so she clicked on the link.
I didn't expect it to be from Zhao Lan.
Zhao Lan: "Sister Fang is dead! She was murdered!"
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