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The black bone eagle descended from the sky, slashing at the two with its most powerful wings.

"Qingqing..." Lin Wuwang rushed to help.

Qi Jue frowned, pushed Shen Qingqing to Lin Wuwang, and retreated with his sword, subconsciously keeping his distance from the woman.

The black bone eagle, which was originally attacking Shen Qingqing, suddenly changed direction and charged towards him.

"not good!"

Lin Wuwang wanted to help again, but Shen Qingqing slipped and fell to the ground after being pushed, blocking his way.

Qi Jue was trapped in a dead end of the maze.

In this emergency, he had no choice but to take out the token, which he was about to crush.

The ground trembled, and a sudden green light blocked his vision, also shielding him from a fatal attack.

"This is..." The scene suddenly fell silent.

Qi Jue smelled a scent that was unusually familiar.

A thick green wall grew before me, the intertwined vines resembling snake blood vine, yet not quite; they were thicker and had a stronger aroma than ordinary snake blood vine, with a flame-like red line running through the middle, faintly radiating a burning heat.

He was in an awkward position, with a corner behind him and a defensive wall woven from vines in front of him.

Qi Jue looked like a naive heroine who had been pinned against a wall by a snake-blood vine, blinking blankly.

The vines swayed gently in front of him like seaweed, seemingly happily nuzzling against him.

At the base of the snake blood vine, the snow on the ground trembled and bulged up into a small bud.

The small bag was bulging and bulging, looking like something strange was about to come out.

Unable to sense any malice from the other party, they instead feel more familiar with each other.

Qi Jue tentatively poked at Du'e.

Suddenly, a small, dark head emerged from the snowdrift, like a sprouting blade of grass.

Qi Jue was so frightened that he threw Du'e away.

The little head tilted upwards, revealing features that were all too familiar to him. He swayed smugly, and when he smiled, he showed a neat row of white teeth. It was a person.

Yunxi smiled and called out to him in a crisp voice, "Hi, Fourth Senior Brother, long time no see~"

"..."

"..."

The room seemed to have been put on hold, and it fell silent for a few seconds.

Song Heming nudged Ye Jin, his voice tinged with doubt: "Your junior sister?"

"..."

Nightfall's gaze fell on that head.

Yunxi emerged from underground, but her head got stuck. She couldn't go up or down, and after struggling for a bit, she gave up and called out to Qi Jue for help: "Pull me up, please..."

"..."

Qi Jue's brain short-circuited for a few seconds.

Seemingly realizing that the thing he'd dug up from underground was his junior sister, he said, "Ah...ah, okay."

He half-squatted down, held Yunxi's head in his hands, focused his energy in his dantian, and began to pull up the radish in place.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!" Yunxi said, "Be gentle, be gentle. My head isn't made of dough."

Qi Jue: "Oh, oh..."

"..."

Ye Jin watched all of this unfold, then turned around and replied to Song Hemian indifferently, "We're not that close..."

That's what they say...

He still went over, looking disgusted, to block the black bone eagle for his unfamiliar junior brothers and sisters.

The monster seemed to have gone mad, rampaging and attacking that one corner relentlessly, and no amount of intervention could stop it.

Fortunately, Yunxi blocked it with a vine wall.

As soon as the black bone eagle broke through one layer of vines, she sprouted a new one.

The rate of generation is not fast, but it's sufficient.

The emerging snake-blood vines are very sturdy and impact-resistant.

As Qi Jue pulled out the radish, her eyes gleamed with admiration: "Junior Sister, you seem really amazing."

Yunxi smugly hummed, "Of course~"

Yunxi used to be hesitant to grow snake blood vines in front of others, fearing her identity would be discovered. However, after learning about the special nature of her identity from Yan Yu, Yunxi became less afraid.

Since others can't see her true form, she can just treat the vines as a skill she accidentally learned.

Qi Jue ate five Qi-strengthening pills, and at that moment, in his most excited state, he quickly pulled the radish out of the ground.

The boy looked down and saw a dark hole with strange red lights inside.

He asked, "What are you doing down here?"

"I've been underwater the whole time!" Yunxi answered cheerfully, striking a pose like a little mouse digging a hole. "There are no mazes underwater, so I found the middle and just kept digging and digging until I got up!"

Yunxi: Digging and digging and digging inside the tiny volcano~

Qi Jue: "!!!"

Qi Jue was puzzled for a moment: "Oh, I didn't know you could do that..."

Because they've been digging tunnels down there, and inside a volcano, the burned soil is all black.

Yunxi appeared in a black color that was completely out of place with the ice and snow. She smudged her clothes and sniffed Qi Jue.

Seemingly sensing an unusual malice from Qi Jue, she frowned and, without a word, tore off Qi Jue's clothes.

Qi Jue: "???"

"Junior Sister... Junior Sister." The boy looked completely bewildered.

She gripped the tattered clothes and used them to separate the snake-blood vines that were blocking her view.

Yunxi found a secluded spot and threw the clothes out.

It's like throwing out some strange, oddly shaped meat bones.

The black bone eagles that were attacking them instantly shifted their target and began a new wave of attacks on the tattered cloth.

Qi Jue stopped, looked down and touched his exposed arm, instantly understanding what was happening. His eyes turned cold, and he subconsciously turned to look at Shen Qingqing.

"It's you again?"

Shen Qingqing hid behind Lin Wuwang, pretending not to hear, but her eyes reddened from the sudden turn of events, and she lowered her gaze.

Shen Qingqing clenched her fists: [What happened? How did she find out?]

Where did she come from?

There are some questions that Mo Chen is unable to answer for her right now.

Mo Chen stared at the suddenly sprouting snake-blood vines, frowning as well: [How strange.]

This taste is all too familiar.

Mo Chen recalled a sworn enemy who had died a martyr years ago, and seemed to understand something. He muttered to himself, "This girl carries the scent of Yan Yu..."