Now that she had returned the Traitin Holy Scripture to Cobaic Alcatraz, Ciel's mission was complete. After formally thanking Aoko Aozaki, she headed straight back to the Vatican Holy Church Burial Agency headquarters. After all, the Thousand-Year Lock labyrinth was right there in Europe, and since the Magician had brought her directly to Europe, Ciel was happy to save the cost of a plane ticket.
Since everyone else had left, Aoko had no reason to remain in Cobaic's lair. This... "I'll talk, I'll talk." Before Dongfang Jue even reached two, one of them could no longer take it and spoke up.
Feng Luocheng's competitive spirit flared, so how could he be willing to fall behind others? Slowly, he raised the purple jade flute to his lips, and at once another heavenly melody rang out. The tune wound and turned, the flute growing louder, as though its player were advancing step by step while he played.
Yet after that round of healing, not only had his divine and demonic power been greatly depleted, but even his vitality and spirit had suffered enormous losses.
A streak of white sword qi swept toward him like a strip of silk, aimed directly at where he stood.
Dongfang Jue glanced at Lu Zichen. Perhaps Lu Zichen did like Su Mowei, but his pride had driven him to do so many things that hurt her. Even if he understood it now, it was already too late.
"All right, then we'll go to both places. But if we do that, you'll have to work a little harder." Dongfang Jue looked at Su Mowei with some concern.
Mother Chen frowned, her eyes filled with displeasure. It was as though they had begged her to come and apologize. Who was she putting on this lofty act for?
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