Rebellion

"Senior Sister Xiaoguang!!!"

"Senior Sister Xiaoguang!!!"

"Senior Sister Xiaoguang!!!"

They said important things had to be said three times, and Belle was no exception. Holding Ye Shunguang, she called out three times in a row.

But no matter how she shouted, the person in her arms showed no reaction at all. Her breathing remained, her lashes hung low, and she looked like an exquisite doll that had lost its soul.

"Belle, calm down."

Seeing this, Wise hurriedly pressed a hand to her shoulder. "Let Senior Sister Xiaoguang rest."

After a period of rest, once Pelois had retreated into the depths of his consciousness, Wise regained control of his body. His strength had also recovered to seventy or eighty percent.

Wise looked around and suddenly sensed that something was wrong. The collapsed factory, the purified sea of flowers, the smoke and dust filling the air...

Hmm, it seemed someone was missing?

Bangboo!

Wise stared at that empty spot. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly asked, "Where's Jianshu?"

"Jianshu?"

Belle recalled, "While you and Griseo were fighting, it seemed to have been blown away by the shockwave!"

After saying that, Belle looked around as well, but found nothing.

"Strange..." Belle turned to Griseo. "Griseo, can you sense where Jianshu went?"

"Of course I can."

"Where?"

"Big Sister Belle, that isn't urgent."

Griseo slowly walked over to Belle and Wise. With a wave of her hand, a barrier quietly formed around them.

Then she blinked and asked jokingly, "Big Sister Belle, Big Brother Wise, what do you think art is?"

"What is art?"

The siblings froze in unison.

They were clearly bewildered. Why was Griseo asking that at a time like this?

Was there some deeper meaning to it?

"Art is Patrick Star!" Griseo grinned. "If you don't believe me, Big Sister