Su Wuwei frowned. "This parachuting system is way too primitive. Isn't there an option to click a follow button? Dropping us somewhere at random-what if some unlucky bastard lands right in the big boss's main camp?"
At that, Ye Buyu and Kou Ying suddenly surfaced in his mind, and he silently looked at his Terminal.
Su Wuwei: [Question: Ye Buyu, Kou Ying, is there anything unusual around you two?]
Kou Ying: [No. Everything is safe.]
Ye Buyu: [...]
At the sight of that string of dots, all five people scattered across different locations covered their faces.
"We're screwed!"
Although Ye Buyu knew her freakish luck defied all reason, she hadn't expected it to be this unreasonable.
She stared blankly at the scowling little boy on the throne, the corner of her eye twitching uncontrollably.
Her stiff gaze moved down from the throne, taking in the cold, spotless flight of steps. Farther down, on a floor polished to a reflective shine, a bunch of backsides faced her.
The kneeling bodies trembled incessantly, their heads pressed deep against the floor, not daring to move.
She counted them. Two, four, six, seven, eight. Buyu was going to cry.
Noticing that the gaze from above seemed to have shifted its focus, the prostrate subjects abruptly turned around.
A white-haired, red-eyed woman stood backlit in the entrance to the great hall. Dazzling light enveloped her, draping her in a blazing white, holy glow.
But how could anything holy exist in this hell?
Once they reacted, they glared viciously at Ye Buyu. Eight waves of pressure bore down on her like heavy mountains.
"People of the Present World, you have come to disturb our master's slumber again!"
Ye Buyu laughed. People really did laugh when they were speechless. This damned deployment system really had dumped her