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Chapter 82 Palad (Part )
At night, the lights from the cafe streamed through the windows onto the street, casting a warm orange-yellow hue. The cafe lacked its usual bustle, and the atmosphere seemed a bit quiet.

Misora, who was sitting behind the counter, yawned lazily, tidied her hair casually, and turned on the live broadcast equipment listlessly.

Comments quickly flashed across the screen, with many fans asking why she hadn't been live streaming recently. Several fans from Beidu were particularly active, frantically posting comments.

[Where's Mi Tan? I haven't seen him these past few days!]

【Are you lazy? Open soon! 】

[Feeling down lately? Is something bothering you, Mi Tan?]

Misora ​​rubbed her eyes, held her chin and looked at the comments, her tone full of perfunctory: "I just don't have the motivation. I don't want to live broadcast."

Her voice was lazy and lacked the energy she once had, and even her smile seemed a little stiff.

In fact, during the time when Aqiao was missing, she had no intention of live streaming.

It wasn't just Qiao, even Zhantu and her father seemed to be hiding something from her. She had grown accustomed to her father's secretiveness, but the problem was Qiao, who had inexplicably gone to the so-called parallel world.

She had secretly searched every corner of the store and even tried to hack into Zhantu's research data, but found no clues as to how Qiao came back.

In addition, Zhantu has been in a bad mood recently, as if he is carrying some heavy responsibility. Every time she asked him about it, he would avoid the question and try to brush it off.

She didn't like this feeling.

Hate being kept in the dark.

The key is that Misora ​​vaguely feels that these things are related to her father.

"I'm not in a good mood"

Misora ​​sighed softly, watching the barrage of comments flashing across the screen: "Come on, Mitan," "Come back, Mitan," and "Don't give up, Mitan." She pulled herself together and forced a smile: "Well, let me teach you how to brew coffee."

Even she herself could hear how unsure her tone was.

She casually picked up a bag of coffee beans and gently ran her fingers over the bag, her eyes a little distracted. "First, we need to choose the right coffee beans. Well, this time we're using the newest ones the store has purchased."

The sound became smaller and smaller, and her thoughts were not on the live broadcast at all, but drifted back to Aqiao.

"Aqiao."

Every time she thought of this, she couldn't help feeling irritated. Even her hands grinding the beans became much more casual. She didn't even notice that the coffee beans in her hands had spilled onto the table.

[Mi Tan, your hand slipped 23333]

【Hahahaha, why are you so absent-minded?】

[This is Mi Tan’s most professional coffee tutorial (dog head)]

【Who is Aqiao! 】

Looking at these comments, Misora ​​gave a wry smile and muttered softly, "Yeah. What am I doing?"

"As for Ah Qiao, I won't tell you!"

Misora ​​stuck out her tongue, causing a certain voice in the barrage to become particularly active!

[So cute, but who is Aqiao? ]

She shook her head hard to regain her composure and sighed softly, "Forget it, let's stop here for today's live broadcast. I'll have to wait for next time for the coffee tutorial."

The barrage exploded instantly.

【??? Today is over so soon?】

[Is Mi Tan really in a bad mood? ]

【Everyone, comfort Mi Tan! 】

【You haven’t told me yet, who is Aqiao! 】

Misora ​​looked at the expressions of concern on the screen and forced a smile on her lips: "I'm fine, don't worry."

But she knew that she was not well.

She gently clenched the coffee cup in her hand, her fingertips feeling slightly cold.

The air still lingered with the faint aroma of coffee. Misora ​​sat quietly at the counter, still feeling uneasy. She stared blankly at the coffee cup on the table, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the rim of the cup. Just then!

click

The door of the coffee shop was pushed open, and the cold wind rushed into the house with the night. Misora ​​subconsciously looked up and saw Zhantu walking in exhausted.

His clothes were still covered in dust from the journey, and he looked exhausted, but his gaze remained determined.

Behind him stood a somewhat confused figure, Parad, the one who had been lost in this world for two years.

Parad has a slender figure, slightly messy short hair, a few strands of hair hanging down in front of his forehead, and he wears a black and red jacket with a slightly raised collar. His overall style is both bold and full of style.

There is always a childlike smile on the corner of his mouth, and his every move is free and easy.

Misora ​​blinked, then couldn't help frowning: "Battle Rabbit, who is he?"

"Pallad." Battle Rabbit explained casually, pointing to the boy at the door: "He has been lost in this world for two years."

"Huh?" Misora ​​was speechless. "How could anyone get lost for two years?"

Parad shrugged without saying a word.

"Where's the dragon?"

Battle Rabbit sighed and adjusted the bag on his shoulder: "He also went to another world."

"I've gone to another world again."

Completely confused by the situation, Misora ​​leaned back in her chair, speechless, and shook her head helplessly, "So you can travel freely across worlds?"

Without waiting for Battle Rabbit to speak, Misora ​​said with full energy: "Don't worry, I will take good care of myself, Battle Rabbit, you can take care of your own things."

"Ah."

Misora's smile was still on her lips, but her tone was filled with a hint of loneliness that she couldn't hide: "After all, if I keep holding you back, Aqiao will tell on me."

"Aqiao would never be harsh on you." Zhantu said softly, with a hint of nostalgia in his tone: "Isn't it?"

Misora ​​lowered her head, gently stirring the coffee in the cup with her fingertips, and remained silent for a long time.

The night was quiet and the atmosphere became a little depressing. Zhantu realized that he should probably not bring up Qiao, but he couldn't ignore Misora's emotions.

At this moment, Misora ​​suddenly raised her head and looked straight at Battle Rabbit with a serious and determined look.

"Battle Rabbit." She called softly.

"Ok?"

Misora ​​took a deep breath and said softly but firmly, "Promise me."

"Bring everyone back."

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he just looked deeply at Misora ​​and nodded slightly.

Taking up the Fire Angel Energy Bottle in his arms and holding it tightly, Zhantu nodded: "I promise you."

Before Zhan Tu could say anything else, violent explosions and shock waves occurred in the outside world.

It is obvious that Zuishang Kuixing's plan has been fully launched.

Battle Rabbit and Parad quickly got on their motorcycles, the roar of the engines piercing the night as they sped side by side on the road leading to the battlefield.

Looking at the other world upside down in the sky, Parad turned his head to look at Zhantu, his tone gentle but revealing a hint of inquiry: "That Aqiao, is she very important to you?"

Battle Rabbit gripped the handlebars tightly, his gaze still fixed firmly on the road ahead, and nodded without hesitation: "Yes, just like your Nagama."

Hearing this answer, Parad opened his eyes slightly, was stunned for a moment, and showed a childlike smile: "Is that so? I understand."

He looked down at his clenched palms, and the image of Hosho Eimu appeared in his mind.

The relationship between the two people in front of him was as irreplaceable as his relationship with Yongmeng.

Realizing this, the fighting spirit in Parad's eyes burned even more fiercely. He clenched his fists and said firmly, "Then we will definitely get him back!"

Zhantu smiled, stepped on the accelerator, and the motorcycle accelerated rapidly, heading towards the battlefield at full speed!
(End of this chapter)