"Fenxin!"
Charge.
Turn back... another direction.
Charge.
"Fenxin!"
He turned back again, changing direction once more.
In an octagonal space with countless branching paths, the young man from Mount Xiyue charged about wildly... Miss Lan and Huiye Qianfeng watched him expressionlessly.
After a while, Huiye Qianfeng could not help frowning. "That guy is really one of the new generation of Young Emperors from Mount Xiyue?"
"No one ever said that every Young Emperor had to be Big Smart." Miss Lan spoke indifferently. She casually reached into her own body and pulled out a cannon about the length of an arm—the thing she had taken from the Weapon Vault of Chiwang Tomb.
Huiye Qianfeng's brows twitched. Just how much could this Witch's body contain... Was it a bottomless pit?
Miss Lan glared at him. She felt that not taking things out from under her skirt was already polite enough... Why was he still looking?
Just then, Duobao hurried back. "What do we do? I can't find Fenxin!"
Miss Lan directly tossed the cannon in her hand to Duobao. Without a word, Duobao carried it over, then stuffed it into his mouth and took a bite, like a giant panda chewing on bamboo.
Those teeth made Huiye Qianfeng click his tongue in amazement. Mount Xiyue probably accepted everyone indiscriminately, whether human or demon. Could this boy not be a pure-blooded human?
"Don't panic yet." Miss Lan comforted him. "You keep shouting 'Fenxin, Fenxin.' Just who is Fenxin to you?"
"I just met her!" Duobao answered without thinking. "Fenxin is a good person. She gave me lots of spirit stones."
Back in the Witch Era, Miss Lan... Xie Anan had more or less realized that rather than being an idiot, this boy had the mentality of an immature child who had never grown