Chat Group Suspicions Resurface, Everyone's Reactions
On the official road in the direction of Heaven Dou City.
Lin Qingmo stared at the newly popped-up reply on the Light Screen, his expression gradually becoming strange.
"That tone, that wording..."
He muttered to himself, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper, "This person doesn't match any of the possibilities I had previously considered."
Little White-Eyed Wolf.
This nickname just doesn't seem right.
What normal person would give themselves such a self-deprecating name? Do they think their reputation is too good?
But the key point is—she just said she can't change it.
Lin Qingmo rubbed his chin, his mind racing.
His own nickname was set before he traveled through time, and the nicknames of the other old members were also chosen by themselves.
Why did it become a system-mandated assignment for this newcomer?
And they even forced on such a name that makes your blood pressure skyrocket.
Lin Qingmo took a deep breath, temporarily suppressing his questions about the nickname.
The more important thing right now is to figure out who this Little White-Eyed Wolf is.
He tapped his fingers rapidly in the air a few times.
[Daddy Douluo]: Simply put, this is a Chat Group for members to chat with each other.
[Daddy Douluo]: This is a Douluo Continent Enthusiast Group, where we chat about related topics.
[Daddy Douluo]: As for why I can't change my nickname, to be honest, I'm not quite sure either, since I've already transmigrated.
After sending out the three messages, Lin Qingmo himself felt they were somewhat absurd.
He told a complete stranger that he was a time traveler, and the other person was very likely—well, he didn't even know who the other person was.
"Anyway, all the old Group Member the group already know about the time travel, so it doesn't matter if one more person knows."
Under the pavilion.
Hu Liena stared intently at the words on the Light Screen, her anger gradually replaced by bewilderment.
Chat Group?
Are group members chatting with each other?
Douluo Continent Enthusiast Group?
Time travel?
She recognized each word individually, but when put together, they looked like gibberish.
Douluo Continent is the name of the land beneath her feet; she knows that.
But what on earth is this "Hobby Group"? And what's this "time travel" nonsense?
"What on earth is this person saying?" she couldn't help but ask.
Confusion, like vines, tightened around her thoughts, becoming increasingly tangled.
A sense of unease welled up from the bottom of my heart.
Regardless of the meaning of these words, one thing she was absolutely certain of was that the other party could directly implant text into her consciousness through this eerie Light Screen, and she was powerless to resist such intrusion.
What does this mean?
This means that the other party's strength or methods far exceed her comprehension.
Hu Liena squinted.
This is Spirit City, the headquarters of the Spirit Hall!
Hu Liena is a genius of the Spirit Hall Golden Generation and a personal disciple of His Holiness the Pope.
Whoever dares to taunt her on Spirit City's territory must bear the consequences.
She sneered, her fingertips striking heavily in the air.
[Little White-Eyed Wolf]: What nonsense are you talking about? I don't understand a word!
[Little White-Eyed Wolf]: Hehe, your Soul Skill is quite strange. It can directly transmit images into my mind and cannot be concealed.
[Little White-Eyed Wolf]: But I'm warning you, no matter who you are, this is the territory of the Spirit Hall. If you dare to mess with me, you'd better think twice about the consequences.
The message has been sent.
The Chat Group fell silent for a brief moment.
Lin Qingmo was taken aback after reading the three replies.
"The territory of the Spirit Hall?"
He muttered to himself, "Does this guy think he's part of the Spirit Hall? His chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) is really getting to him."
The thought had barely popped into his head when he casually put it aside—it wasn't like the group hadn't had its share of chuunibyou (delusional) teenagers before.
But then, his expression gradually froze.
wrong.
He reconsidered the Little White-Eyed Wolf's words.
The tone with which the other person mentioned the words "Spirit Hall" was so natural.
That matter-of-fact tone of threat, that pride seeping from the very marrow of his bones—it didn't seem fake.
"If she really is from the Spirit Hall..."
Lin Qingmo felt as if someone had hit his head with a hammer.
"How did she get into the group?!"
In a flash, an even more terrifying thought exploded.
He had always assumed that the Chat Group connected him with his modern friends.
But he himself had time-traveled.
If something as illogical as time travel has already happened, what's so strange about the Chat Group's functionality changing?
If the Little White-Eyed Wolf is from the Douluo Continent —then what about the others?
Lin Qingmo suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Imperial Sister!
His Imperial Sister always treated him specially; she even helped him look up information. She spoke so succinctly that it was impossible to tell if she was telling the truth.
The first time the Mother Tyrannosaurus was released, the reaction was also strange.
Thinking back on the questions Bingbing asked, every single one seemed off.
There's also the Big-Breasted Kitty, who's taciturn, but whenever he mentions something, the other person will always send a punctuation mark at just the right moment to acknowledge his presence.
There's also Green Green Grass, Heavenly Snow Woman goddess, and Golden Liquid Angel...
"No way?"
Lin Qingmo heard her own voice sound a little weak.
"Impossible?!"
A loud bang went through my mind, like something had exploded.
Could it be that the group chat contains not only modern-day friends, but also native residents of the Douluo Continent, and that they've been pretending all along?
"Hiss--"
Lin Qingmo's breathing suddenly became rapid.
no.
This issue needs to be clarified.
Must!
At this moment, it wasn't just Lin Qingmo heart was churning.
In the group, Liu Erlong slowed his pace for a moment.
She stared intently at the message sent by that Little White-Eyed Wolf on the Chat Group Light Screen, her entire body tensing up unconsciously.
People from the Spirit Hall!
The newcomer made no attempt to hide his identity from the moment he arrived.
Liu Erlong clenched his fist, his knuckles making a faint cracking sound.
She glanced at Lin Qingmo subtly.
The boy's face no longer held its usual casualness and smile; instead, it was filled with solemnity and contemplation.
He had clearly begun to have doubts.
Alarm bells rang in Liu Erlong's mind.
If A-Qing follows this lead, how long can they keep their identities a secret?
Xiao Wu walked with her head down, her palms sweating profusely.
Her mind was a complete mess.
The Little White-Eyed Wolf is a member of the Spirit Hall, and judging from his tone and wording, he's definitely not an ordinary member of the Spirit Hall.
That arrogance and confidence seemed more like that of a core member or even a higher-level figure in the Spirit Hall.
Xiao Wu thought of a possibility that sent chills down her spine.
If even members of the Spirit Hall can be added to the group, hasn't her true identity already been exposed?
If the Spirit Hall were to find out that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast had transformed into human form, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Zhu Zhuqing remained at the back of the group, without uttering a word.
But deep within her purple eyes surged complex emotions.
She quickly considered the possible identity of the Little White-Eyed Wolf and the impact of this event on all of them.
Dugu Yan and Ning Rongrong had stopped their playful fighting and were walking side by side, neither of them looking too happy.
They spoke without restraint in the Chat Group because they knew Lin Qingmo treated it as a regular Hobby Group- minded people.
He spouts all sorts of nonsensical nonsense.
Looking back now, what kind of associations would those words have evoked if they had fallen into the wrong hands?
What they feared most was that Lin Qingmo had already begun to suspect them.