One person: A fusion of Kizaru, the king of the trash-talking gang.

Biu~

A quick, soft sound.

The golden arrow pierced through the purple energy in an instant.

Between Lü Ci's Ruyi Jin and Jiang Bailan's Shan Shan Fruit, the latter was clearly faster.

Destroying the opponent's attack, the golden arrow flew straight past Lü Ci and aimed at Wang Ai, who was watching the scene unfold, leaving him completely dumbfounded.

Wang Ai: "Why am I the one who gets hurt in the end?"

Jiang Bailan, who was in the distance, scratched his ear and said, "Because you cause a lot of trouble."

boom!

As light entered the room, a violent explosion followed.

A ball of flame slowly rose, like a spiraling sphere that kept expanding and growing, before finally exploding with a roar.

The flowing flames spilled out through the doors and windows, finally bursting through the roof...

The air surged, forming powerful gusts of wind, like invisible waves crashing against the distant shore. Even though Lü Ci and Wang Ai were disheveled, the shock in their eyes and the astonishment on their faces could not be erased.

Looking at the shattered room before her, Wang Ai stared in disbelief at her surroundings.

"Old Lu... this kid is a bit strange! Could someone with supernatural abilities really achieve this level of destructive power?"

At this moment, Lü Ci's expression wasn't much better. He was holding Lü Gong in one hand, but he narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction where Jiang Bailan had disappeared, saying indifferently, "Yes... this kid is too strange..."

-

the other side.

Jiang Bailan, who had left, found Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao, those two silly roe deer, in the woods.

"Brother Lan, you didn't kill Ten Lao, did you?!"

It's no wonder Zhang Chulan made such a startling statement; he heard the explosion clearly just now. Luckily, this place is remote, otherwise it would definitely have attracted the attention of others.

"Alright, stop speculating..." Jiang Bailan took out his three Changbaishan cigarettes, his fingertips gleaming, lit one, took a drag, exhaled a puff of smoke, and continued, "Zhang Chulan, those two old guys won't be coming to you anymore, and our agreement is settled."

For some reason, when Zhang Chulan heard Jiang Bailan say that they were even, a sense of loss welled up in his heart.

It's like a child who has lost their father's protection.

Zhang Chulan really wanted to kneel down and shout, "Dad, please love me again!" But unfortunately, he was too poor to receive his father's love and pity.

"Jiang Bailan, when are we going to bury them?"

Compared to Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao is more concerned about improving her skills in burying people, which is why she is here tonight.

"Burying people..."

Jiang Bailan scratched his head, suddenly feeling a bit troubled.

Since the draw hasn't taken place today, none of the three know their opponents, and they can't find suitable candidates for the time being.

Moreover, in this desolate wilderness, it doesn't look like anyone would come here.

Just as the group was feeling lost, a burst of energetic rap suddenly came from the distant woods, and a blond man with a bandage on his forehead walked over to the catchy melody.

"Hey! Are you ready? Look at this noodle, it's long and wide, just like this big, round bowl..."

This is?

The familiar melody playing in the woods at night reminded him of an old friend who used to work on a sewing machine.

Looking at this rapper from the world of supernatural beings, Jiang Bailan recognized him at a glance. Wasn't this Wang Bing, the eldest son of the Wang family and the good grandson of "King of Talkativeness" Wang Ai?

It's like a godsend; I was just looking for material and this came to me right away.

Watching Wang Bing immersed in the world of rap, Jiang Bailan pursed her lips and said to Feng Baobao beside her, "Sister Baobao, look at this person, he's so thin and tall..."

"OK!"

Feng Baobao, who was standing nearby, immediately understood and gave an OK sign. She chased after Wang Bing, who was walking away, and after a flurry of punches, Wang Bing gave up his rap and fell to the ground with a bruised and swollen face.

"The kini is so beautiful~"

Just as Jiang Bailan was instructing Feng Baobao on how to bury people, "Yao Yao Ling Xian" in her arms started singing Kunqu opera.

"Hello! Who is it...?"

"Ayu? The Celestial Master and Elder Lu want to see us?"

"Okay, Ayu, we'll be right there."

"Understood, Ayu."

Amid Zhang Lingyu's dissatisfaction, Jiang Bailan hung up the phone and said to the two people beside her, "The situation has changed. The Old Master and Elder Lu are looking for us. We'll deal with this guy later."

With a flash kick to the abdomen, Jiang Bailan knocked Wang Bing unconscious and then stored him in her Devouring Pouch.

Seeing this, Feng Baobao tugged at Jiang Bailan's sleeve enviously, pointing to the food pouch in his hand, indicating that she wanted one too.

Definitely next time.

Definitely next time.

-

"Brother Lan, are we going to see the Celestial Master and Elder Lu?" On the way, Zhang Chulan suddenly asked, looking preoccupied.

"Yes, at least that's what Ayu said," Jiang Bailan yawned and replied lazily.

He was incredibly tired. If he didn't still have to instruct Feng Baobao on how to bury people, he would just want to go back to sleep. He didn't really care whether he saw the old master Lu Jin or not.

Anyway, it has nothing to do with him.

"Brother Lan, should we take Sister Bao'er with us?"

"What? What's wrong with taking Bao'er with you?"

Upon hearing Zhang Chulan's question, Jiang Bailan paused for a moment, but quickly recovered and turned around to ask with a puzzled look.

That bastard Zhang Chulan is actually setting a trap for him.

He truly deserves to be called the leader of the Thirty-Six Traitors.

Looking closely at the other person's puzzled expression, Zhang Chulan paused for a moment before scratching his head and saying with a smile, "N-nothing, I was just worried that Sister Bao'er might do something reckless."

He breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed that Brother Lan didn't know Sister Bao'er's secret.

Immortality...

That's a power that so many people dream of...

Zhang Chulan was terrified, afraid that after Lan-ge learned the truth, he would also covet Bao-er-jie's immortality. If it were someone else, he might be able to use his wits to resolve the crisis.

But this one...

Having witnessed the opponent's terrifying strength, Zhang Chulan felt he had no chance of winning at all.

Immortality...

What difference does it make to me...?

Jiang Bailan shook her head and sighed inwardly, "Can a journey without end really bring happiness?"

On the contrary, the clueless Feng Baobao looked completely unconcerned, pulled out a bag of shrimp chips from somewhere, and ate them with crumbs all over her mouth.

-

"Third brother, fourth brother."

Inside the Celestial Master's Mansion, Zhang Chulan greeted Xu San and Xu Si, and then expressed his concerns about Bao'er meeting the Celestial Master.

And what about our Jiang Bailan?

He was staring at Xiao Qingzi—Gong Qing—standing outside the door.

Jiang Bailan: Hey! Isn't this Xiao Qingzi?

Gong Qing: Holy crap... why is it this guy again!

Seeing Jiang Bailan reminded him of the two brutal beatings he had endured. Although the beatings happened yesterday, the memory was still etched in his mind.

How could it not be unforgettable...?

Two big burgers for one dollar, and I haven't even had a lollipop yet.

I'm so stupid, you little monkey!

When Jiang Bailan noticed Gong Qing looking at her with resentful eyes, she felt that she might have gone a bit too far last time and decided to "make amends" to him.

Gong Qing: Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!