"Guangguai? Where's Guangguai??"
Before Pan Xiaoxiao could say another word, Nikita started buzzing nonstop like a toy with its switch flipped.
"Where's Guangguai?"
"There isn't any Guangguai at all?"
"Xiaoxiao, are you feeling repressed or something? It sounds like you're even hearing things..."
Pan Xiaoxiao's eye twitched, and she ignored Nikita's last remark.
She made a gesture for silence and listened intently again.
But after waiting for a long while, no more sounds came through.
"Was it really just a hallucination from overexerting my mental strength..." Pan Xiaoxiao frowned slightly and gently shook her head.
Remembering how, while holding Nikita back earlier, an image of restraining the New Year's pig from her childhood had inexplicably surfaced in her mind, she became increasingly convinced that was the case.
"Xiaoxiao? Xiaoxiao?!"
Just as Pan Xiaoxiao's thoughts drifted, someone called out to her again.
Only this time, it did not come from Lu Li, but from Nikita beside her.
"Quit spacing out, Xiaoxiao. What happened next on Earth?"
"Sure, the Goddess of Misfortune is dead, but isn't Eternal Night still unresolved!?"
"And what the hell was that flowing gauze-like curtain? It actually managed to block the Holy Mother, who had already become a god?"
"And why did Liu Wenjian and Lin Qinfeng join forces to open a Demon Eye above Earth? Did those two switch sides in the middle of battle, betray Earth, and completely devote themselves to the Holy Lord?!"
Question after question spilled out, making Pan Xiaoxiao's head ache.
After all, she had withdrawn from the battlefield even earlier than Nikita.
She had only learned of the new developments on Earth through Ao Zhan's retelling, rather than witnessing them herself.
And now Nikita was asking her what they should do?
She wanted to find someone to ask what they should do