In the evening.
The moon and stars are sparse.
"Do you think the Sword Saint will run away?" Cao Yuan asked uncertainly, sitting on the ground.
Lin Qiye shook his head. "Probably not, after all, Brother Shangyan is still here."
With his wife here, how could Zhou Ping run away?
Baili Tuming stroked his chin. "What if, I mean, what if, Brother Shangyan and Senior Sword Saint run away together?"
“It’s unlikely,” An Qingyu glanced outside the warehouse. “Logically speaking, Senior Shang Yan doesn’t seem like the type to run away.”
Furthermore, Shang Yan also supports the training content.
"Alright, there shouldn't be any problems now." Jialan yawned, stretched, and lifted his foot to go back to his room.
The others exchanged glances and relaxed their guard.
Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed by.
Lin Qiye was the first to stand up and look out the window. Although he didn't see anything, he was still a little suspicious.
...
Zhou Ping ran away with the sleeping Shang Yan in his arms.
After sneaking out of the warehouse, he ran as fast as he could.
The thought of having to talk to countless people tomorrow, and leading his team to fight on someone else's turf, made him unable to stay a moment longer.
Her docility and submissiveness during the day were all an act.
He'd been pretending until now, but he just couldn't take it anymore.
But he couldn't leave Shang Yan alone in the warehouse, otherwise Ye Fan would have another reason to send him back.
After much deliberation, Zhou Ping waited until Shang Yan fell asleep before making his move, and then ran away with Shang Yan.
As for taking Lin Qiye and the others to challenge...
Lin Qiye and Baili Tuming's desire to communicate was far stronger than his.
He believed that they could accomplish the task of exchanging ideas and learning from each other even without him.
Zhou Ping just wants to take Shang Yan home, back to the bookstore in Xijin City, where the two of them can live a good life together.
Holding Shang Yan in one arm, carrying a suitcase in the other, and with a sword case on his back, he ran like a ghost towards the outskirts of the warehouse.
Perhaps because Shang Yan was here, Ye Fan felt particularly at ease, so there were fewer sentries guarding the perimeter than in the previous days.
However, the sentries were very conscientious in their duties, wearing night vision goggles and carefully observing the surroundings.
"Do you think Commander Ye is being too nervous? Except for when the Sword Saint ran away more than two months ago, he's been very quiet lately," a sentry in Group 1 nudged the sentry next to him.
"Stay alert. Although the Sword Saint has been very cunning lately, we cannot let our guard down."
"Otherwise, if we let the Sword Saint sneak away, we'll be in big trouble!" The sentry next to him stood ramrod straight, constantly looking around.
The sword saint he spoke of arrived on the battlefield the next second, and an invisible sword aura suddenly appeared, knocking him unconscious.
At the same time, those guarding outside were attacked by invisible sword energy and collapsed to the ground unconscious.
Zhou Ping, who was holding Shang Yan in one arm, breathed a sigh of relief and stepped out from the shadows.
Now, even if he escapes with Shang Yan overnight, no one will report him to Ye Fan.
In his hazy state of consciousness, Shang Yan felt as if he were being held in someone's arms.
However, he and Zhou Ping usually slept in each other's arms, so he only felt that the current position was a little uncomfortable. He just moved his arm and didn't even open his eyes.
After Zhou Ping noticed Shang Yan's movements in his arms, he stood there for a long time. Only when Shang Yan showed no signs of waking up did he breathe a sigh of relief.
It's good that he hasn't woken up yet.
When Shang Yan woke up, they had all arrived at the Xijin City Bookstore.
Thinking this, Zhou Ping's lips curled up slightly.
However, his smile quickly faded.
Beep beep beep—
In the distance, several car horns suddenly sounded.
This was followed by an increase in car horns.
Immediately afterwards, blinding beams of high beams shone towards Zhou Ping, who only had time to press Shang Yan's head into his arms.
Although Shang Yan wasn't woken up by the glaring lights, he was jolted awake by the sound of a car horn.
"Huh?" Shang Yan, who had been nestled in Zhou Ping's arms, suddenly looked up. "Am I sleepwalking? Where am I? Why are there so many cars?"
More than thirty black Mercedes-Benz cars drove towards them and surrounded them.
Standing in the center of the beam of light, Zhou Ping's expression first showed incomprehension, then panic, and finally, utter bewilderment.
Did he just randomly pick a direction and win the lottery?
Shang Yan thought he was dreaming. "Wow, that's amazing! So many cars are actually welcoming me in my dream?"
Zhou Ping:......
“It’s not a dream,” he said expressionlessly.
"Then why are we outside? I remember I was sleeping in bed," Shang Yan said, looking puzzled.
Zhou Ping:......
He wanted to run away with Shang Yan, but now they're trapped, and Shang Yan has woken up.
Zhou Ping glanced at the moon on the horizon and fell silent.
"Senior Sword Saint, you set off in the middle of the night without even telling us, and just ran off with Brother Shangyan like that..." Baili Tuming walked up from behind Zhou Ping and said with some helplessness.
Zhou Ping:......
Shang Yan, realizing what was happening: ?
Although everyone probably already knows that he's going to run away.
But Zhou Ping couldn't help but ask, "How did you know I would come from this direction...?"
Can such probabilistic problems be predicted?
Baili Tuming chuckled, then raised his hand. "Turn on the lights—"
Snap snap snap—
A dense array of lights illuminated the scene from all directions. After seeing the hundreds of black Mercedes-Benz cars around him, Zhou Ping was completely stunned.
He fell silent.
Shang Yan, who was being held in Zhou Ping's arms, exclaimed, "Wow! Is it that bright?"
"Can I sit here?" He seemed to have never ridden in this kind of vehicle before.
Baili Tuming waved his hand and said, "Brother Shangyan, which car do you want to ride in? Pick one, we'll ride!"
"This one," Shang Yan said, pointing to the closest one, then patted Zhou Ping on the shoulder. "Let's go, let's go, let's go catch our ride—"
Zhou Ping:......
Escape Plan 2.0 has failed.
He carried Shang Yan toward the car, bowing his head resignedly.
"How could you still run around in the middle of the night?" Shang Yan, who had just woken up, reached out and pinched Zhou Ping's cheek.
Zhou Ping let him do as he pleased, and sighed helplessly, "I just want to go home and see..."
Shang Yan looked incredulous.
"But could you run away during the day next time? We're still sleeping at night," Shang Yan said, stretching and leaning against Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping reached out and hugged him, hesitating slightly, "If we do it during the day, it will be easy to be discovered."
At night, as long as he runs fast enough, no one can spot him.
“…Zhou Ping’s thinking is really clear,” Lin Qiye, sitting in front, couldn’t help but say.
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