"—Don't look, don't think?"
Xiao Xiao watched the Blue Bird that had finished delivering its message dissolve from a mass of Green Flame into specks of light. He adjusted his black-rimmed glasses and fell into thought.
Jiang Yu's attitude had been very concise.
And very clear.
Yet it was precisely that simplicity that gave him a sense that something was different.
"—What does Sister Yu mean by this?"
Xing Fatty held a doughnut in his hand and took a huge bite, puffing out his cheeks. He asked through a muffled mouthful, his gaze instinctively starting to drift upward before he forcibly restrained himself at the last moment and refocused on the dessert in front of him. He viciously took another bite.
Clearly, he had also realized that something was off. Under normal circumstances, if that Falling Star had not been dangerous, she would not have forbidden them from looking at it. If it had been dangerous, she would at least have explained where the specific risks lay.
Instead of giving them such a baffling instruction as she had now.
"It means exactly what it says."
Zhang Jixin's voice rang out from the other side.
As he spoke, he reached out and snapped the neck of a Wild Dog-like Spirit. The Spirit had just darted from the shadow of a grayish-white Rock and had not even had time to bare its fangs before he seized its throat. With a crisp crack, the Spirit's body went limp. A wisp of Silvery White Aura drifted from its nose and mouth, turning into a concentrated white ribbon that spiraled through the air before obediently entering the Bronze Small Cauldron beside Xiao Xiao.
Only then did the red-faced wizard shake the stone chips from his hand, toss the Spirit's corpse aside, and slowly say, "—Just