The little girl was terrified, let out a scream, and disappeared instantly.
"……Grass!"
It's incredibly frustrating to work so hard for half a day, only to be interrupted just as you're about to hear an important clue.
Qin Xian gritted his teeth.
There were three men and two women, all dressed smartly and smartly.
Qiao Zhi paused slightly at one of the women dressed in dark red, "I know her... Red Oriole, ranked eighteenth on the list..."
She was a woman, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, beautiful and elegant, but ruthless and cold-hearted.
The man standing next to her, with a broad chest, around twenty or thirty years old, and with a somewhat exotic appearance, who wasn't exactly handsome, was named Herru.
Ranked 20th.
He is Hongying's man.
The other three must be their underlings.
"...As expected of the leapfrog competition in the entire D-level otherworld...all the top 100 figures on the leaderboard have appeared," Qiao Zhi murmured.
"Child!"
In the midst of whispers, Hongying and the others had already surrounded Su Muye.
"Su..." Qin Xian got up and was about to rush outside when Su Deng grabbed him.
Qin Xian frowned, "Su Deng, that's your son!"
He had heard of Hongying before; she was a heartless person.
Su Deng's expression was cold. "I'm even less likely than you to let anything happen to him."
“This child seems to be…” Another woman, Zhou Ya, looked at Su Muye’s familiar face and suddenly widened her eyes, “Sister Ying, this child is the one who’s always following Su Deng!”
She had watched all of Su Deng's games before the Spirit Realm fell.
In every game, Su Deng is accompanied by a child.
Whether it's a son, a younger brother, or a player, it's impossible to know.
“He’s here… that Su Deng…” Zhou Ya began to look around, “He must be somewhere nearby!”
"Whether she's there or not, I don't care." Hongying didn't care about Su Deng at all.
She approached and scrutinized Su Muyue. "What did that little ghost say to you just now?"
Su Muye shook his head, "I haven't had a chance to say anything yet."
He was still wearing a bright red robe from a fairy tale world. His eyebrows and eyes were innocent, his skin was extremely white, and he was as beautiful as a porcelain doll, pure and harmless, like a blank sheet of paper.
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