A magical journey of a sharp-tongued woman and a goofy man

The bronze bells on the shared bicycles shattered into dust in the spatial turbulence.

Ye Shuli clenched the key in her palm, the milk tea flavor wafting from between her teeth enveloping them as they passed through the last spatial rift—where seven blood-red spiritual energy chains crashed down upon them.

"This welcoming ceremony is rather shabby." Jiang Ye pulled out a bamboo flute from his waist, stardust seeping from the gap in the missing order number.

Twelve layers of protective arrays emerged one after another from the flute holes, barely blocking the void toxins tempered at the tips of the chains.

Seven semi-transparent figures appeared about thirty paces away.

The leader had the words "Void Delivery, On Time" embroidered on his cuffs, and the spiritual energy threads wrapped around his fingers were connected to the location map of the milk tea shop on Ye Shuli's collarbone.

As the third drop of pearl-like black liquid fell to the ground, all the explorers suddenly raised their hands in unison to form a hand seal.

Jiang Ye's words of complaint stuck in his throat.

The lightning and fire spell, which was supposed to strike Ye Shuli, took a strange turn in mid-air and instead hurtled towards the caster herself—it turned out that Ye Shuli had already used the key to create an equilateral triangle under her feet, and the three void stones formed a perfect mirror reflection angle.

"The sweetness of milk tea with three-tenths sugar is just right with the Thunderfire Spell." Ye Shuli kicked away the charred remains of the explorer at her feet, and the lines on her collarbone suddenly lit up with a red light.

On the location map, the pearls representing "busty" began to explode one by one, and each explosion created a spatial rift that swallowed an enemy.

Jiang Ye's bamboo flute suddenly emitted a piercing warning sound.

The words "Forced Update in Progress" appeared in blood where the order number was missing. As he spun around to avoid the attacking chains, he noticed that each attack left behind faintly glowing pixels on the ground—these explorers' movements actually followed some kind of program code pattern.

When the sixth pearl exploded, the Void Key suddenly trembled violently.

Ye Shuli saw the milk tea sealing film stuck between the key teeth marks begin its countdown: the shelf life number was shrinking from 30 days to 3 seconds.

She suddenly grabbed Jiang Ye by the collar and shoved the key into the last uncontaminated void stone.

The moment the colorful rays of light burst forth, all the explorers suddenly froze in place, like a projector experiencing a lag.

The spiritual energy threads wrapped around Ye Shuli's collarbone are now being eroded by the rapidly multiplying black pearls in the location map.

Taking advantage of the moment, Jiang Ye waved his bamboo flute, and the missing order number suddenly materialized into a black hole, sucking in all the pixelated traces.

"Time to collect the food." Ye Shuli said with a cold smile as she turned the key.

A familiar bubble tea shop pickup counter appeared on the surface of the Void Stone, and the seven explorers uncontrollably transformed into seven cups of bubble tea, falling with a "plop" into the compartment marked "Overdue Order".

As the last spatial rift closed, Jiang Ye noticed that the update progress bar on the bamboo flute had stopped at 99.9%.

The pixels sucked into the black hole reassembled deep within his pupils, vaguely forming a rune resembling a skill cooldown countdown.

Meanwhile, the black pearl on Ye Shuli's collarbone had quietly solidified into the pattern of the thirteenth constellation.

The stardust that flew from the broken end of the bamboo flute left afterimages in the turbulent void.

Jiang Ye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and suddenly released his right hand from the flute—as the bamboo flute spun and fell to the ground, three scarlet chains indeed pierced from the northeast.

"The flaw is here!" Ye Shuli was about to warn him when she saw that Jiang Ye was already holding a Void Stone in his left hand.

The barcode of the takeout order appeared on the surface of the stone, precisely locking the spiritual energy circuit at the joint of the chain.

The seven attack trajectories reassembled in Jiang Ye's pupils, and he realized he had missed counting the female explorer wearing antler earrings in the southwest corner.

The crisp sound of the bamboo flute hitting the ground became the starting pistol.

Using the force of the chain's retraction, Jiang Ye flipped in the air, and the missing order number suddenly extended into a black code chain.

As the seventeenth pixel lit up on the sole of his boot, he abruptly swung the code chain toward the three o'clock position—the blind spot where all the explorers' attack trajectories converged.

"Forced update completion rate: 40%." The bamboo flute emitted a mechanical alarm.

Jiang Ye deliberately let the code chain brush past Ye Shuli's side, which indeed lured out two stealthy explorers.

The spiritual threads on their wrists had just been wrapped around the code chain when they were suddenly bound together like rice dumplings by the materialized "overtime compensation agreement" clause.

Ye Shuli raised an eyebrow, watching Jiang Ye's composed and confident back.

The boy's messy hair revealed faint traces of binary code woven from threads of spiritual energy; he had deconstructed what should have been deadly attack trajectories into a food delivery route map.

When the fifth explorer was swallowed by the black hole of orders, she finally saw that Jiang Ye's "mistakes" left behind faintly glowing coordinates on the ground.

"You're using me as a living navigation device?" She swung her key to sever the chains that had been used to launch the attack, and the pearl stuck between the teeth suddenly burst open.

The brown sugar syrup enveloped the spatial rift, connecting the coordinates set up by Jiang Ye into the Big Dipper constellation.

Jiang Ye grinned, and a pop-up message box suddenly appeared from the gap in the bamboo flute: "Your deliveryman is getting beaten up, please give a five-star review." Seven scarlet pentagrams appeared on the explorers' foreheads in response, instantly tripling their attack speed, but also exposing the spiritual energy cores behind their necks.

The change occurred the instant the third five-pointed star lit up.

The void suddenly trembled and split open into seven vertical pupils, each shooting out bronze chains.

The explorers, who were originally fighting individually, suddenly formed hand seals in unison, and the silk threads on their wrists intertwined to form a hexagonal cage.

When Ye Shuli's key hit the spiritual energy network, it sparked, and she then discovered that each grid node was embedded with a miniature version of a milk tea sealing film.

"They copied my spiritual energy fluctuations!" Ye Shuli spun around to avoid the reversing chains, and a warning red light lit up on the lines of her collarbone.

Jiang Ye's bamboo flute emitted a piercing version conflict alarm; the order number was being tampered with by some force.

Twelve chains sealed off all escape routes.

Ye Shuli's back pressed against Jiang Ye's sweaty spine, and she could hear the noise of his rapid breathing mixed with the jumble of coded errors.

The collision of their intertwined spiritual energies in the confined space unexpectedly activated an unfinished teleportation array.

"Thirty degrees southeast, the seventh key." Ye Shuli suddenly shouted.

She tossed the key into the air, and the pearl stuck between the teeth suddenly split into a geometric sequence.

Jiang Ye tacitly waved his bamboo flute, and the missing order number materialized into an infinity symbol, refracting the pearl sequence into a Fibonacci spiral.

The explorers' attack froze for half a second.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ye Shuli bit her fingertip, and her blood drew a rectangular coordinate system in the air.

When the third coordinate point was reached, Jiang Ye suddenly understood the killing array constructed using modern mathematics.

"Give me seven seconds!" Ye Shuli's key began to deconstruct and reassemble, the serrations transforming into function curves.

Jiang Ye stared at her pale profile when a bamboo flute suddenly popped up with an emoji: (??????)??

Stardust, carrying a torrent of code, surged into the sky.

Jiang Ye deliberately let the bamboo flute deviate three inches from his vital points, and the thirteenth chain indeed pierced through his left shoulder.

The blood splattered on the altered order number unexpectedly activated a hidden complaint channel.

"Overdue orders will be forcibly recalled!" The moment the mechanical voice rang out, all the explorers suddenly froze like puppets on strings.

Ye Shuli's coordinate system has completed the Klein bottle structure. She inserts the key into the bottle mouth and twists it, and the entire space suddenly begins to rotate in a Möbius strip.

In the light and flames of the activated formation, Jiang Ye saw fine beads of blood seeping from the lines on Ye Shuli's collarbone.

The pearly black liquid was reassembling into hexadecimal code, and a familiar milk tea recipe appeared on the back of her hand holding the key.

As the last mathematical symbol was put back in place, the explorers suddenly emitted a screeching sound, like stuck gears.

"Let's go!" Ye Shuli grabbed Jiang Ye's wrist and rushed into the still-open teleportation portal.

Behind her came a deafening roar of spatial collapse, as the chains that copied her spiritual power were being endlessly consumed by the Klein Bottle array she had created.

As the two fell out of the teleportation array, Jiang Ye's bamboo flute suddenly emitted a notification sound indicating a successful version update.

Dark gold patterns emerged from the missing part of the order number, and the words "Cross-Dimensional Delivery" were faintly visible.

Just as Ye Shuli was about to examine the key marks, she noticed that the light of day had suddenly dimmed.

The last rays of the setting sun were swallowed up by some force, but it was not the gradual change of nightfall.

The void was like a sheet of rice paper splattered with thick ink, and darkness radiated outwards from above the two people's heads.

The dark gold patterns on Jiang Ye's bamboo flute began to tremble on their own, while the pearl constellation pattern on Ye Shuli's collarbone was emanating the aroma of cool bubble tea.