The Infinite Journey of a Certain Flame

It seems they're really in a hurry.

"Do you know now?"

Mei retorted, "And besides, aren't you supposed to be very capable? Why did you panic when something like this happened?"

"ridiculous!"

Qianjie replied with one sentence, but did not continue.

"It seems he's not a complete battle maniac after all?"

In Kiana's heart.

Upon hearing that Gretchen was in trouble, this guy seemed to care about the life and death of his fellow heroine.

The reason why they initially appeared indifferent was ultimately due to their inability to express themselves.

Thinking about it this way, Kiana felt much more at ease.

"Qian Jie, it seems you're quite concerned about Gretsch too. How about we join forces? With our strength, we're sure we can rescue Gretsch."

Mei suggested, "How about it?"

She knew that Qianjie was quite powerful, and that if he joined forces with her and Kiana, they should be able to put up a fight.

"Do you think that's possible? You're not weak, but you're nothing compared to me."

Qianjie looked at Mei with disdain, sneering repeatedly: "My strength is beyond your comprehension. With your abilities, I only need to..."

"Hmm~ It's so early in the morning, I thought it was someone chattering away here, turns out it's Qianjie?"

Before Qianjie could finish speaking, a green figure appeared behind him.

It was Dr. Mebius, whom he had just fought to the death with not long ago!

"Mebius!"

Upon seeing Mebius, Qianjie roared as if he had a stress response.

It seems that the existence of Mebius is quite annoying to Qian Jie.

After all, this is for a mad scientist who is constantly trying to uncover the truth about his identity.

Anyone would feel disgusted...

"Qianjie, you don't need to be nervous."

A faint smile appeared on Möbius's lips: "I can assure you that everything here will return to normal after we leave."

"You think you can just say whatever you want?"

Qianjie snorted coldly.

"Of course, you can try it if you don't believe me, but I advise you to do as I say."

Mebius said with a smile.

Do you think things here can ever go back to normal?

Qianjie sneered.

"Whether it can be restored or not, we'll wait and see. If you're not willing to try, then I'm leaving!"

Möbius shrugged, then took a few steps back, preparing to leave.

"Wait a moment!"

Just as Mebius turned to leave, Qianjie suddenly called out to him:

"Wait a minute!"

As Qianjie spoke, he clenched his fist.

He glanced around to make sure Kiana and Mei didn't say anything more before letting go of their hands.

"Alright, Möbius. I'll let you help, but don't think I'll trust you!"

After uttering these harsh words, Qianjie turned around, looked at Kiana and Mei, and said coldly, "I've already granted your request. However, if you dare to play any tricks, I won't hesitate to personally send you to hell!"

Then, he slowly left.

Seeing his expression, Kiana and Mei exchanged a smile.

"Is he just too embarrassed to say directly that he cares about Gretchen?"

With these questions in mind, the two left hand in hand, ready to quickly begin their mission to rescue Gretchen.

Chapter Twenty: The Little Painter Falls into Chaos...

Island villa.

Greta slowly opened her eyes.

The petite woman slowly sat up from the pristine white bed, then rubbed her sleepy eyes.

"Where...am I?"

"It looks like... a villa, it's really luxurious... Whose villa is this?"

Gretchen looked around at the unfamiliar yet luxurious room, feeling somewhat puzzled, but her mind was completely blank.

Her memory was stuck when she was painting, and suddenly she noticed an incredibly familiar presence in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, she lost consciousness.

She didn't know how she lost consciousness or what her current situation was, but she was certain that the environment before her was beyond her control.

"Kosmo, didn't you promise to take me away?"

Gretchen guessed, and then stood up to check her current condition.

But after taking only a few steps, she found that she couldn't muster any strength at all, as if she were imprisoned by something.

What's going on?

Gretchen gasped, her heart pounding.

Could this be some kind of terrifying monster?

Thinking of this, she immediately turned around and prepared to flee.

But she couldn't do it; she felt as if her hands and feet were being controlled by something, and she couldn't move them.

"Could it be that that wasn't Kosmo?"

With that thought in mind, Gretchen turned and ran toward the door.

However, as soon as she took a step, her legs went weak and she collapsed to the ground.

"Ah... what's going on? What's going on?"

She lay on the ground, her face filled with panic, but her body was unable to move, as if she were being held captive.

"What to do, what to do..."

"Where exactly is this place?!"

Greta panicked.

A series of thoughts flashed through her mind, and as she pondered them, the more she thought about it, the more suspicious she felt.

"What exactly is going on...?"

With that thought in mind, Gretchen got up again, ready to run away.

However, as soon as she got up, she felt everything go black.

She then fell unconscious again.

......

The stars shone brightly at night.

Greta lay on the soft, large bed, sleeping peacefully.

Nearby, the sea breeze rustled the curtains.

Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her eyelashes trembled.

A faint medicinal scent wafted out.

Soon after, her delicate eyebrows relaxed, a smile appeared on her lips, and she turned over and lay down with her back to the sea breeze, falling into a deep sleep.

"It smells so good... I really want to eat it!"

Greta murmured in her sleep, slowly extending her slender arm to grab a box of cake placed on the bedside table.

I'm so hungry!

"I have to eat, or I'll starve to death!"

After saying that, Gretchen scooped up a piece of cake with a small spoon and put it in her mouth.

It's sweet, fragrant, and tastes great.

At this moment, a satisfied expression appeared on Gretchen's face.

"How wonderful!"

After speaking, Gretchen put another spoonful of cake into her mouth and then closed her eyes to enjoy it.

At this moment, her eyelids twitched slightly, indicating that she had woken up.

"Alright, now that you're awake, get up quickly!"

Just then, a familiar male voice rang in her ears, and Gretchen suddenly opened her eyes and sat up.

She stared blankly at the scene before her.

Where am I? How did she get here?

She looked around, somewhat puzzled.

"That's right! I'm unconscious! I'm unconscious..."

Gretchen suddenly remembered that she seemed to have fainted...

"Gresch, painting is one thing, but you still need to eat, right?"