You're my wife, don't doubt it!

"Yan Xiao, bring me my binoculars!" said the ribbonfish. "They're my own beard! A bunch of...bats flew out of the hotel's main entrance?"

"Bats?" Yu Bo was taken aback.

"Holy crap, so many shadows!" Ribbonfish continued reporting on the front lines: "How come... a motorcycle? A motorbike is charging out?"

"A locomotive?" Yu Bo said.

Yu Texuan, Yu Baolu, and Lucia looked at each other in bewilderment.

--split line--

Cats are animals native to Africa.

I've heard that the coming-of-age ceremony for boys from the Maasai tribe in Africa involves them capturing a lion on their own.

The lion was probably chosen as the target because catching a cat is much more difficult than catching a lion.

And creating a witch-like cat is even more difficult.

"Silly girl, you go that way, we'll block both ends!" Shen Jie ordered.

"Okay." Yu Luying turned and rushed towards another door: "Sister, control the fire!"

"I know." Shen Jie endured the excruciating pain in the soles of her feet and continued running.

The two young girls were chasing the black cat with tense excitement and passion inside the Saint Love Hotel. Shen Jie held the red cloak wrapped around her in one hand, while flames shot from her fingertips in the other, swirling around the black cat in an attempt to trap it. However, the black cat's agile movements allowed it to dodge and weave through the flames, disappearing into the gaps in the fire in the blink of an eye.

The black cat looked up and saw that Yu Luying was already waiting for her in the distance, so it quickly rushed in the third direction.

There was no door there; the black cat had its eye on the ventilation duct above the wall.

The black cat kept changing positions, but Yu Luying followed closely, trying to find the right opportunity. Finally, she focused her mind, and an ice arrow gathered at her fingertips, which she then shot out, heading straight for the black cat!

However, just as the ice arrow was about to strike the black cat, it suddenly disintegrated, transforming into a swarm of bats. They let out sharp cries and pounced straight towards the hotel entrance before swiftly disappearing into the night.

Shen Jie and Yu Luying stopped in their tracks, watching in slight surprise as the swarm of bats scattered away.

The two of them didn't linger for long; they held hands and hurriedly ran out of the Saint Love Hotel.

Zhao Xiaomei did not fly away, but instead rode a motorcycle and parked it outside the hotel, surrounded by about ten shadows. Judging from their shapes, they were not ordinary shadows. If Yao Ming saw their height, he would feel ashamed.

"Joan?!" Shen Jie exclaimed, "It's you? That faceless nun really is you, Joan!"

“It’s you…” Yu Luying murmured.

Just like last time in Song Haijian's palace, Qiong An was wrapped in a very flowing black silk scarf, her whole body was completely wrapped in a dark blue leather bodysuit, and she wore white gloves and metal knuckles on her hands, with iron nails on her shoulder and knee pads.

The difference this time was that she didn't wear the motorcycle helmet anymore. Instead, she wore a half-silver mask that only covered her forehead, nose, and around her eyes, revealing her better-looking face.

The motorcycle beneath Joan was entirely silver-white. While it had the design of a race bike, it possessed a massive size and wide, thick wheels, several sizes larger than a cruiser. The motorcycle lacked headlights; instead, a human face sculpture behind a dark blue fairing served as a headlight, much like the figurehead on a warship. A sharp metal structure extending below the fairing merged with the front wheel mudguard, forming a concealed "ramming head."

Yu Luying thought that Qiong An—or rather, Zhao Xiaomei—wanted to escape, so she tried to freeze her wheels, but failed.

Soon, she realized that she might have been overthinking things, because Zhao Xiaomei had no intention of running away at all—this time, she was probably determined to fight to the death.

Yu Luying knew that this would be an extremely intense battle. Last time, in Song Haijian's hall, she, Shen Jie, and her uncle had only managed a draw against "Qiong An"—no, to be honest, they were no match for her at all.

However, since his uncle lacks a fortress, his combat strength can be temporarily ignored, and his and Shen Jie's strength is now vastly different from what it used to be—probably? But it's hard to say that Zhao Xiaomei has been stagnant for a while.

Moreover, Zhao Xiaomei held back somewhat last time, but this time... it's a battle on the opponent's home turf.

!

"Watch out!" Yu Luying instinctively rushed forward, shoved Shen Jie aside, and tackled her to the ground.

Half a second later, Zhao Xiaomei's motorcycle front wheel, amidst the roar of the turbocharger, had already run over Yu Luying's calf, which was wearing sports pants.

Chapter 318 Shen Jie's Peerless Hero

2023-09-04

Xiao Yao wandered around the Saint Love Hotel like a headless fly.

The communicator that Brother Bo is using now belongs to his father, while the communicator that Xiao Yao is carrying belongs to Brother Bo. At this moment, it is still the same—the dawn here is quiet.

Xiao Yao's ability to locate Yu Luying was still ineffective: he closed his eyes, held his breath, and focused his attention. The light spots on his retina formed fireworks, trains, and the Milky Way in succession, but he still couldn't pinpoint the direction of Yu Luying's location as usual.

In the darkness, Xiao Yao had no choice but to rely on his most primal instinct to locate sounds and search for his friends.

As you may not know, the Saint Love Hotel covers a huge area, and the various functional areas are quite far apart. During the summer camp these days, Xiao Yao has run around quite a bit, which has been quite a workout for him.

At this moment, the boy held a small flashlight in his hand, listening to the sounds coming from not too far away... the shouts and cries of women fighting? And voices—Shadow's roar had completely stopped, and in the dead silence, these sounds were like looking at the Oriental Pearl TV Tower from Xiao Yao's grandmother's house, seemingly close at hand, yet far away.

Xiao Yao stopped, opened the Red Bull can, tilted his head back, and gulped down more than half of it.

In the silent night, a crisp slap rang out, and Xiao Yao's hand went numb from the impact, his palm burning with pain—the can in his hand fell to the ground.

"Damn it!" Xiao Yao instinctively squatted down and reached out to try to save her.

Perhaps it was intuition, or perhaps it was out of the corner of their eye, that made the boy perceive a dark shadow passing by.

He instantly became alert and completed the three-step movement of looking up, standing up, and swinging his sword. The flashlight beam shone out, startling him. Then he patted his chest slightly and breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just a cat.

Strangely enough, I haven't seen a cat in all these days at summer camp.

The black cat had glossy, beautiful fur and was quite large. Xiao Yao felt like he had seen it somewhere before.

Yes, that's what the black cat looked like when I went to the War Park with Yu Luying.

It's probably because, in human eyes, all black cats look the same.

The black cat stopped in place, turned its head and stared straight at Xiao Yao with a deep look in its eyes.

Xiao Yao stared at it for a few seconds, then, not wanting to waste any more time, trotted past the black cat.

The black cat hissed at him, baring its teeth, which startled him again.

Xiao Yao felt uneasy being stared at, so he raised his right hand and waved the sword to scare the black cat away.

The boy's legs suddenly went weak, and he knelt on the ground—seemingly drawn by Yu Luying's actions.

"Ah!" A girl's piercing scream tore through the night sky: "You little..."

Is that Shen Jie's voice?

Very similar.

Xiao Yao struggled to his feet and stumbled as he ran toward the direction from which Shen Jie's voice seemed to be coming.

The boy was certain he was very close.

His whole body ached, as if he was covered in various internal and external injuries. He didn't know if it was because Grandpa Yu hadn't been able to fully heal him, or if Yu Luying had just suffered a new injury.

It seems highly likely that it's a combination of both.

Xiao Yao ran into the kitchen to inspect the collapsed iron door of the freezer and the nun's clothes lying on the floor.

Was it left behind by Sister Peng, who taught large lectures?

How did it end up in the kitchen?

Xiao Yao squatted down and rubbed the sticky black liquid on the ground with his fingers.

It looks a bit like blood, but it's black. Is it... asphalt? It feels a bit like petroleum.

Xiao Yao brought the unidentified liquid to his nose and smelled it.

The boy heard the girls shouting and yelling again, and chased after them out of the kitchen.

He could hear the sounds of the magic exploding amidst the clash of ice and fire, mixed with the squeaking of kittens.

Cat abuse...?

Seriously, what are those two doing?

Ah, right, since that guy can transform into anyone at will, it's not surprising that he can transform into a cat.

Damn it...

I fell for her tricks twice in one day!

It's that old mindset acting up again.

Having figured this out, Xiao Yao once again fell into self-blame and regret.

However, now is not the time to do such a thing.

Xiao Yao heard the shrill screams of wild cats, followed by the sound of a large flock of... birds flapping their wings.

The flashlight went out.

What's going on...?

It's probably out of power.

Honestly, of all times...

Xiao Yao reached into his pocket to take out his phone, but his armored hand touched the hard armored pants instead.

Damn you...

Xiao Yao shook his head, shuddered, and focused his attention, trying to return to his original form.

...It actually failed.