Boonie Bears: Another World Fantasy

She released her foot and half-squatted down to face him.

The person in charge was still in shock. The fallen angel leaned forward. Her face was hidden behind a mask.

"Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"Who exactly are you?" he asked.

She snorted coldly and didn't reply.

The dark clouds dispersed, and the crescent moon appeared in the night sky. The dazzling moonlight shone through the window and fell upon the fallen angel.

He's just an ordinary person...

she thought.

......

I opened the back door of the truck. Sure enough, rows of tubular reagents emitting a faint purple glow were neatly arranged on the shelves.

It is the Purple Star.

The light was incredibly alluring, like the dazzling burst of light from a dying planet in its final moments.

What secrets are you hiding?

She examined it carefully, then took one tube and held it in her hand. The test tube, as long as her forearm, made the liquid purple star feel heavy.

"We shouldn't stay here any longer. Let's come back as soon as we get what we need."

"know."

The fallen angel inserted one of the tubes into the multi-functional belt, preparing to make a safe retreat.

A spare television flashed its light, illuminating the dark first-floor room.

"Ok?"

She turned around, becoming alert.

The broken loudspeaker emitted music with a hissing sound, which was somewhat indistinct, but she still managed to discern it clearly.

The ethereal sound of the piano gently broke the silence, its pitch rising from low to high, captivating everything around it.

It is Debussy's Clair de Lune.

Against the backdrop of the enormous theater stage before me, my thoughts drifted back to the night I first performed here, when I gave my debut in front of thousands of people to the accompaniment of this very piece.

Moonlight Sonata is the third movement of the Bergamo Suite, in 9/8 time, and is one of the few classical pieces she liked.

The fallen angels did not believe it was merely a coincidence.

At this moment, in the empty theater, only one light quietly illuminated the stage.

It's as if it was pre-programmed.

After a moment of silence, she withdrew her hand that was about to smash the television.

"..."

The melody reached a brief climax. A can of gasoline was poured into the cargo box, engulfing the purple star inside with a sudden burst of flames.

She didn't look back even once, leaving only her back view that invites speculation.

......

the other side.

The woman's binoculars took in everything.

Whether it was the fighting in the cubicle or watching her own people fall helplessly... none of these were her focus.

The perfectly intact television set was Xiao Junyao's "special" focus.

"Your plan was to let her take Zixing?" Yu Lian behind him took a deep drag of his cigarette, then slowly exhaled the smoke, asking calmly, "You once had the chance to kill her."

Xiao Junyao slowly put down the binoculars, but her eyes remained fixed on the theater in the distance.

"Her life is so tenacious, as if some unseen force is protecting her." Xiao Junyao's voice was as soft as a breeze.

Upon hearing this, Yu Lian couldn't help but laugh out loud, his exhaled smoke filling the air: "Do all of you deer people believe in gods?"

“That’s not the case.” Xiao Junyao gently shook her head.

"Then do you know why I chose to take you in?" Yu Lian stubbed out his cigarette and looked at Xiao Junyao with great interest, seemingly anticipating her answer.

However, Xiao Junyao fell silent.

"You learn things extremely quickly, your mind is flexible and not rigid, and most importantly, you never ask why," Yu Lian continued.

"Is that so...?" Xiao Junyao murmured softly.

Do you still remember the first time I met you—

"Enough! Shut up!" Xiao Junyao suddenly interrupted Yu Lian, her emotions becoming extremely agitated, as if someone had touched a raw nerve. A hint of anger flashed in her eyes.

Seeing this, Yu Lian wisely shut his mouth and said no more. The atmosphere around them instantly became heavy, with only a gentle breeze brushing their cheeks, bringing a slight chill.

Xiao Junyao turned around and walked up to him. The shadows obscured half of her face.

"I'll say it again: I'll help you remove the obstacles, and then I'll fulfill the promise we made."

Every word she uttered revealed the deep-seated obsession she had kept hidden in her heart for so long, a conviction she found difficult to express to others.

"Of course, but only if you reach the level I expect." Yu Lian's words were clearly suggestive, as if warning her not to be impatient.

"I will." Xiao Junyao remained as sparing with her words as ever.

"Even if it means I have to abandon my identity as a member of the Deer Clan..."

.......

Sunset Group Building.

"Ding!"

As the fragrant toast popped out of the toaster, Carl was busy pouring the brewed coffee from the pot.

The aroma of brown coffee wafted as it flowed into the mug.

That's how we put together our late-night snack for tonight.

A hidden passage opened, and a fallen angel cloaked in stealth stepped out of the elevator. Seeing that she hadn't been torn to pieces, or even injured, Karl breathed a sigh of relief. He had been worried sick.

“Welcome home, miss,” he said, using tongs to scoop out the toast.

Without uttering a word, the fallen angel removed her mask and heavy cloak, transforming back into An Han.

“I’m hungry, Carl,” she said, trying to signal to him as she smelled the aroma of bread.

"Miss, eating late-night snacks will make you fat." He took the equipment that An Han had taken off, seemingly not intending to give her the late-night snack.

"Oh, right." Carl suddenly remembered something.

"You could try ordering takeout."

"Come on."

An Han ignored his teasing. She took out the purple star sample she had brought back from behind her belt.

"How about this one?"

“What about the others?” he asked.

"It was burned."

She said it casually.

Karl took the Purple Star sample and weighed it in his hand.

"One of these tubes must cost tens of thousands to manufacture." He exclaimed, noticing a large "V" logo prominently displayed on the metal casing encasing the Purple Star.

"Hopefully, this operation won't provoke the V Group."

“That’s inevitable, Karl.” Anhan had appeared at the table without anyone noticing, a slice of toast dangling from her mouth. “We’ve essentially declared war on them.”

Watching her wolf down her food, Carl shook his head. He took fresh milk from the refrigerator and poured it into a glass.

child.

What a child who can't take care of himself.

"By the way, how is Peng Fei?"

"I knew you were worried about him."

Fresh milk replaced the bitter coffee. Carl pushed the cup towards Anhan.

"He's already home. He also said you were acting strange today."

"is it?"

Thinking about her hurried behavior today, and the passionate kiss she shared with him in the rain, An Han felt her head spinning.

Is it true that only when facing him do I feel that shy feeling of my heart pounding?

"You'll only get busier from now on, and it will become very difficult for the two of you to see each other."

That's right.

An Han admitted that in some ways, Karl did see much further ahead than she did.

"Wearing this outfit means it will be very difficult to take it off, miss."

"You need to be mentally prepared for this."

She finished her milk, licked her lips, and sighed:

“This won’t last long, Carl.”

As she spoke, a look of reluctance and regret flashed quickly across the girl's eyes.

"I might have to resign..."