flstandardbreds Chapter 137 is finally coming to an end, family members!
Chapter 137 is finally coming to an end, family members!
It's clear that Yan Xi has been very busy lately.
Yan Xi arranged accommodations for Meng Yi and Mo Ran, and after giving Mo Ran a few perfunctory replies, she was only relaxed for a few minutes when someone else came looking for her.
It's Lu Ze.
Lu Ze was accompanied by Yu Zhao, who was wearing a black trench coat, a silver-haired girl, and a few young men who didn't look very smart. They were none other than the group of idiots who had faked their deaths.
The group stood in the center of the hall, bowed in unison, and said, "Greetings, Your Majesty."
Yan Xi raised her hand to indicate that there was no need for formalities, then leaned back lazily in her chair and gave Lu Ze a look.
Lu Ze understood and nodded, saying, "Everything is ready."
Yan Xi nodded, and somewhat listlessly raised her finger. Within a few minutes, children in green clothes began to walk in from outside the door.
The child who was assigned to Bai Guangying's courtyard by Yan Xi was the last to enter. After she came in, she turned around and closed the gate.
Yan Xi had always been quite satisfied with this reception room, but now, as she sat on the throne and looked down, she saw a vast, bustling crowd of people everywhere.
It seems that her Flower Festival at Shuiyuntian is still the best.
Big.
Yan Xi rolled her eyes, her thoughts drifting away as she began to daydream.
But she kept her head down. Only a few lights were lit in the back of the hall, their dim yellow light flickering. Despite his best efforts, he could only crawl to her feet without touching her at all.
She was shrouded in shadow, making it impossible to see her expression, so to others, she appeared to be deep in thought.
For a moment, everyone instinctively held their breath, not daring to make a sound, for fear of disturbing Yan Xi's thoughts.
Apart from Lu Ze and the silver-haired girl.
Lu Ze just smiled at Yan Xi, raised his hand to push up his monocle, maintaining his aloofness, and waited for Yan Xi to come to her senses.
The silver-haired girl scratched her head, glanced at Yan Xi, touched the back of her neck, and then kept swaying from side to side, muttering to herself, "Why hasn't the God come back to his senses yet? I'm so hungry and I really want to eat."
Perhaps the girl's resentment was too strong, because Yan Xi's nose tingled, and she wanted to sneeze but couldn't, making her nose feel sore and uncomfortable, which actually pulled her soul back from the clouds.
Yan Xi pinched the sides of her nose, waved her hand, and asked in a muffled voice, "Is everyone here?"
Taking advantage of his height, Lu Ze glanced around and then nodded. "Everything's here."
The silver-haired girl jumped up twice, and upon hearing Lu Ze's words, she gritted her teeth. Being tall doesn't mean you're anything special!
"Hmm." Yan Xi stretched her neck, spread her arms and did a few more stretching exercises. Then she skillfully made a series of difficult hand gestures, and finally put her right index and middle fingers together and pointed towards the door!
"crunch-"
The gate opened automatically in the opposite direction, but instead of the red cloud behind it, there was a dark, long corridor.
At the end of the corridor was a small point of light. Yan Xi squinted as the point of light magnified before her eyes, and then she saw a thick tea tree that would take ten people to encircle.
That was the Flower Festival, her Flower Festival.
Her home.
She wanted to go over there, but she couldn't right now.
Yan Xi closed her eyes briefly, concealing all emotions within them. When she opened them again, her purplish-gray vertical pupils appeared even colder.
With a gentle lift of her hand, Yan Xi said softly, "Let's go home, and hide everything well."
Everyone bowed in greeting, then turned and walked through the gate.
Lu Ze and the girl were the last two.
The two stood at the doorway, turning back to look at Yan Xi, who was sitting high up there.
Lu Ze stopped pretending to be the calm and collected subordinate and smiled gently. He seemed to have a lot to say, but all he said was, "Come back alive."
The little girl laughed innocently, her voice sweet, "Boss, I've made a new drink, called Flower Morning!"
After saying that, the two turned and walked into the corridor without waiting for a response.
They fear that the response they receive will not be the one they want to hear.
Watching the two figures grow smaller and smaller until they disappeared at the end of the corridor, Yan Xi unconsciously pursed her lips, took a deep look at the point of light, clenched her fist, and the door slammed shut with a loud "bang".
The blast of air from closing the door extinguished the candlelight, plunging the entire reception room into darkness in an instant.
Yan Xi slumped weakly on the throne, her eyes half-closed, a bloodthirsty red glint flashing in her eyes.
The red light lingered for a long time, and Yan Xi remained silent for a long time as well.
The throne was cold, and the entire space felt cold as well. Yan Xi felt a bone-chilling cold, as if the throne had turned into someone's hand, baring its fangs and claws, trying to drag her into the abyss of quagmire.
A strong feeling of suffocation enveloped her.
Finally, the red glow faded, and Yan Xi sat up abruptly, panting heavily. After a while, her breathing calmed down, and she collapsed back down.
Yan Xi rolled her eyes and glanced at the electronic screen floating to the side.
That was the only light in the darkness.
"Yinyuan..." Yan Xi murmured, "I want to go home..."
Yin Yuan interlaced his fingers and rested them on his chin, remaining silent for a long time. Then, looking into Yan Xi's clear eyes, he said softly, "It'll be soon. We'll be able to go home soon."
……
A secret base of the Air Traffic Control Bureau.
The man in black robes sat on the high throne, his cold gaze sweeping over the people below. His eyes flickered with thought, but finally, trust was revealed.
But he didn't show it, only coldly saying, "Continue."
Rejep, dressed in a black robe embroidered with silver trim, his face hidden in shadow, heard the man's hoarse voice speak.
"According to the investigation, the Divine Lord Xiyun is currently on vacation in the small world C-325. He has already destroyed three small worlds in succession. There are witnesses."
"Our intelligence team has discovered that Weaponry Division 3 of the Time and Space Administration has four quantum bomb launchers aimed at the small world B-5168. The mission participant with the same name, 'Yan Xi,' has recently had conversations with Weaponry Division 4."
Rejep paused, pursed his slightly dry lips, and continued,
"Therefore, it is reasonable to speculate that the character 'Yan Xi,' harboring resentment towards the Time and Space Administration for abandoning her, deliberately manipulated the collapsing world as revenge, dragging the entire world down with her."
"The day before yesterday, I disguised myself as an enforcer from the Time and Space Administration and contacted their system, which confirmed this speculation."
Achille remained silent, then suddenly leaned back and closed his eyes to rest.
What kind of madness is this old bastard Deng experiencing now?
Seeing this, Rejep pursed his lips, clicked his tongue silently, and then stared blankly at his toes.
The system boy standing next to him also stared at his toes for a while, but after a few minutes he couldn't stand still anymore. He started looking around, fidgeting, and then kept stealing glances at Archie.
Seeing that Archie was motionless and looked dead, he frowned, leaned closer to Rejep, and asked in a low voice, "Host, does he believe it or not?"
Achille's ears twitched slightly, and a murderous intent filled his eyes. Oh, the fox's tail is about to be revealed?
"If he believes that, I'll delete that stupid system right now!"
Huh? What the hell is that? Archie was stunned for a moment.
Seemingly finding the noise too loud, the boy scratched his head, his expression somewhat ferocious, and shouted to Rejep in his mind, "This idiot system has been bombarding me with information for three days! Three days!"
"The message notifications are non-stop! I'm afraid they'll send something important, so I don't dare turn on Do Not Disturb. I have to endure reading them one by one. My CPU is about to overheat!"
"Three days! Do you know how I survived those three days?"
Archie: ...How awful.
Reece: ...I won't watch the Oscars if you're not in it.
Rejep's lips twitched slightly upwards, then he pursed them back down. He patted the boy's shoulder with a hint of sympathy to comfort him, but the smile in his eyes was not hidden at all.
The boy exploded, "You're still laughing!"
Achille opened his eyes and watched the two of them arguing. After a while, he sat up straight. The difference this time was that the trust in his eyes was very strong.
When Rejep and the boy saw him sit up, they stopped fidgeting and looked up at him.
Archie twitched his fingers before saying, "Pass down the word: in thirty days, prepare for traction and detonation... have the Dark Guard deal with Weapon 3."
He calculated that the thirty days would be the last day of the Great Calamity, and also the last day that Heaven could "restrict" those people.
Rejep's eyes flickered as he replied, "Yes."
"Alright, you can go now." Archie waved his hand, and Rejep and the other man left.
Once outside the main hall, the young man snorted coldly, crossed his arms, and turned to leave, still looking angry.
Rejep watched his retreating figure helplessly and followed after him.
As he rounded a corner, Rejep pulled his hat brim down even further, and a slow, sly smile curved his crimson lips hidden in the shadows.
The plan was successful.
Driven by those with ulterior motives, this secret base has grown stronger over millions of years, establishing a "powerful" underground kingdom in the sewers like a rat.
No one knows just how vulnerable this so-called behemoth really is.
At this moment, the largest rat was indulging its ambitions, dreaming of overthrowing the city and becoming its own master.
Oh, how is it possible.
In a corner it couldn't see, countless steel knives were already raised, hunters held their rifles, and a beautiful woman picked up rat poison and slowly walked to the sewer.
Time to end.
Rats only deserve to stay in the sewers, rotting and stinking.
There will never be a chance to turn things around!