Don't provoke mentally ill people in the infinite flow genre!

The three people and one ghost, who met by chance, worked together to clear out the swarm of black bats in the corridor.

The ground was littered with dismembered limbs and blood clots, emitting a pungent, cloying stench that made people want to vomit.

Yin Canglang was still holding the mirror. He originally wanted to say something more to Yi Zanglan, but when he turned his head, he saw that Yi Zanglan was already leisurely riding on Yan Zhao's neck.

"..."

"Staring at me won't do any good," Yan Zhao said speechlessly. "She's my captain. She can go wherever she wants. What right do I have to control her?"

Yin Canglang was filled with mixed feelings. She stared at Yi Zanglan in the mirror, pondered for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask.

"Do you really enjoy being the captain? If you like it that much, why don't we merge Black Wind Stronghold and Wave Washing Sand after the competition, and you can manage them together from now on?"

A crazy remark shocked everyone present.

Liang Tianci's villainous persona has now completely collapsed; his lips twitch as he struggles in his death throes.

"Captain, how about... we go back and hold a meeting to vote on this?"

"I don't recall our team having a tradition of voting."

"Tsk, I'm mainly worried about those two mad dogs, Sheng Xiao and Xun Zhou. They might bite me out of spite when they get back."

"Then bite back."

Yin Canglang seemed too lazy to pay attention to him, but in the short time it took to say those two sentences, when she turned around again, she found that Yan Zhao, carrying Yi Canglan, had already run towards the end of the corridor at a speed comparable to a 100-meter sprint.

"What a miraculous cure!" Yan Zhao rolled his eyes as he ran. "That guy who was half-dead in the banquet hall suddenly became overjoyed when he saw you tear apart a bat and save him. He even offered to give up his own team. I can't believe that Captain Yi, who's now riding on my neck, is such a super genius with excellent diplomatic skills."

Yi Zanglan calmly raised her head: "I was wondering why the weather here was so unpredictable, it turns out it's you who's been acting both positive and negative all along."

"..."

"Don't worry, we have enough members in our team. I don't have the energy to reorganize Langtaosha."

"...So you accept it just because you have the energy?" Yan Zhao was almost furious. "Everyone's watching the live stream, can you watch your words?"

"Okay," Yi Zanglan agreed. "You run, let's take a stroll outside the castle and make sure those two don't catch up."

Yan Zhao sneered, "What's wrong? You rushed in front of her just now, as fast as you were when you blocked a bullet back then. Now you're afraid to talk to her?"

Yi Zanglan remained silent for a long time, then suddenly sighed and bent down to whisper in her ear.

"You know perfectly well that if any one of you were in my shoes, I would have stepped in to block it too. There's no difference."

"..."

Do you think I've ever shown favoritism?

Yan Zhao was stunned for a moment, then didn't answer, and just ran wildly with his head down.

She ran through the winding corridors of the castle, from the fifth floor all the way down to the first floor, without taking a break, until she stood in front of that door.

The moment she touched the door, she breathed slightly, hesitated for a long time, and finally raised her head to meet Yi Zanglan's gaze.

"...I'm sorry." She repeated softly, "I'm sorry, I was too aggressive. Past memories can't be completely erased; they're part of your life, and I should have respected and understood. I...I just..."

I just feel uneasy occasionally.

Yin Canglang's love and hatred were too intense. She had never seen such a crazy obsession and possessiveness before, like a wildfire that would burn a person to ashes.

She did not approve of that approach, but she also knew that different experiences lead to different destinies, and some people are born to be plunderers, which is difficult to change no matter what.

She was just afraid that Yi Zanglan would be sad and waver, after all, she had witnessed firsthand how much Yi Zanglan cared about Yin Canglang when he was twelve years old.

But they had already escaped back then, and now they're back in a dilemma. What if Yi Zanglan suffers even more?

She didn't want Yi Zanglan to suffer.

"Lanlan, I..."

"I know." Yi Zanglan had somehow landed and was standing next to Yan Zhao again. She put her arm around Yan Zhao's shoulder, glanced at him sideways, and said, "You're afraid of putting me in a difficult position, aren't you?"

"……Um."

Yi Zanglan smiled, took Yan Zhao's hand, and together they pushed open the castle gate.

The moment Yan Zhao stepped onto the stone steps, he heard her voice carried on the wind, as calm and gentle as ever.

"Zhao Zhao, I am not a saint, and my heart may not be fair either."

"But if I had to choose, I wouldn't go anywhere but Black Wind Stronghold."

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Inside the ancient castle, the Black Wind Stronghold and Waves of Sand teams were already locked in a fierce battle with the bats.

Outside the castle, the Dawn and Bad Species teams are fighting over a tulip.

...Of course, it could also be said that Luo Xiangjun and Disicheng fought Zhan Fengchun, while Yue Feng sat by and watched.

"Fine, if we can really kill him, this flower is yours."

"It doesn't matter, you can take the flowers, as long as you don't get involved in this."

Before she could finish speaking, Luo Xiangjun leaped into the air and delivered a flying kick that struck Zhan Fengchun squarely in the chest.

Zhan Fengchun took two steps back, about to retaliate, but Di Sicheng grabbed his throat from behind and pinned him to the ground.

"You surnamed Yue!" he gritted his teeth and roared, "We were on the same team, no matter what. Does my death make you look good?!"

"I can't help it, after all, you're trash no matter where you are." Yue Feng frowned, his disgust evident in his expression. "Shuang Yue didn't hold it against you for deceiving her feelings, but I've always remembered it; similarly, I've heard about how you formed an alliance within the organization and then betrayed her, forcing Miss Luo to cut off her own arm to escape at a crucial moment—revenge is the best revenge. Don't you think you deserve to die?"

"..."

Zhan Fengchun was about to argue a bit more when Luo Xiangjun swung her fist and punched him hard in the face, breaking his nose and almost popping his eyeball.

Blood streamed down his face, and all the carefully chosen words stuck in his throat, leaving only angry curses.

"Damn it, go ahead and kill me if you dare! You'd better wait until we get back to Doom City, then sign into the agency and kill me too!"

"I don't have the time for that. It's too expensive and too much effort." Luo Xiangjun scoffed disdainfully, then punched him in the temple again. "I'm going to take advantage of the team competition to teach you a lesson. You're a piece of trash. You should hand over the captain position to the General as soon as possible, so that you don't ruin Dawn's reputation."

"..."

Just then, Discheng suddenly tapped her shoulder and gestured towards the distance with his chin: "Hey, the Black Wind Stronghold is here. Should we stop for a bit? They just went on a mission, they must have some clues."

Luo Xiangjun looked in the direction he was pointing and saw Yan Zhao walking towards them. She quickly took out the hand mirror from her waist and began to adjust the angle.

"Consider yourself lucky," she said to Zhan Fengchun. "You should kowtow to Yi Zanglan later; she arrived just in time and saved your life."

"..."