The mascot of the wishing shop is a cat.

Chapter 384 Meeting

"Ouch?! Wait a minute! Woof woof woof! It hurts, it hurts so much!"

Suddenly, Guai Guai let out a scream, her voice filled with pain and panic.

It turned out that Lin Xiyue had inadvertently forgotten that Guai Guai was still caught between her and Ling Ye in this emergency.

So, while Lin Xiyue was trying to control her own wings and Lingye's wings to get away from that black thing, poor Guai Guai was being pulled hard, and it cried out in pain.

The dog's head drooped pitifully, as if telling of its grievances and dissatisfaction.

Upon hearing Guai Guai's call, Lin Xiyue suddenly realized she had made a big mistake.

"Oh? Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to."

She stopped what she was doing, looking embarrassed, and quickly apologized to Guai Guai.

"Watch out, that thing is coming!"

Just then, Lingye's voice suddenly came, tinged with tension.

Lin Xiyue's heart tightened, and she quickly looked up.

Sure enough, the strange black mist, like a ghost, rapidly approached them in a short time.

Ling Ye reacted extremely quickly. Without hesitation, he drew his weapon, gripped it tightly in his hand, and tensed all his muscles, preparing to deal with any potential danger.

Seeing this, Lin Xiyue dared not be negligent in the slightest. She immediately focused her mind and vigilantly watched the every move of the black mist.

"what?!"

Lin Xiyue suddenly looked down and discovered that the black mist had appeared silently in front of her like a ghost, so close that it seemed it would devour her at any moment.

She was so frightened that she screamed and involuntarily shrank back.

Just then, a somewhat indistinct, ethereal voice, as if coming from the underworld, suddenly rang in her ears.

"My sweet baby..."

The voice was deep and gentle, as if calling to her, yet it felt somewhat unreal.

Upon hearing the voice, Lin Xiyue trembled violently. Before she could react, she saw a slender, fair hand with distinct knuckles slowly emerge from the black mist.

The hand, as if carved from white jade, appeared particularly eerie against the backdrop of the black mist.

Before Lin Xiyue could react, that hand, like lightning, gripped her hand tightly.

Lin Xiyue felt a bone-chilling cold instantly spread throughout her body, and her heart almost stopped beating.

"Huh?! A ghost!!"

Lin Xiyue's scream echoed throughout the sky. Her eyes were tightly closed, and she dared not look at the hand that was grabbing her.

She struggled to shake her hand free, trying to break free from its grasp, but the hand held her firmly like an iron clamp, preventing her from escaping.

"Sweetie, it's me, don't be afraid."

Just as Lin Xiyue was filled with terror, the voice rang out again.

This time, the voice was clearer than before. Although it was still somewhat blurry, Lin Xiyue could still recognize it as Moros's voice.

"Fugui'er!! Ah, no, Amo!!"

The image of Molos flashed through Lin Xiyue's mind instantly, and she subconsciously called out that name.

However, to everyone's surprise, the first name called out was "Fugui'er," which made Ling Ye, who was watching from the side, feel embarrassed. He couldn't help but whistle, as if he was focused on appreciating the scenery around him.

Despite the fact that they were actually in mid-air with nothing to see except for the endless clouds, there was nothing worth seeing.

In contrast, Meros didn't seem to care what Lin Xiyue called him; after all, he was himself no matter what she called him.

After successfully capturing Lin Xiyue, he quickly withdrew from the black mist and held her tightly in his arms, completely unharmed.

At the same time, the black mist that had been spreading around did not immediately dissipate. It retreated slightly and then began to roll like waves, consistently following closely behind Meros.

From a distance, the black mist resembled a loyal pet, following its master closely. Even more intriguing, within the swirling mist, one could faintly see Meros's longsword lying quietly.

"Well, it's me."

Meros responded softly, his voice low and gentle.

After saying that, he hugged Lin Xiyue even tighter, burying his head deep into her neck, as if trying to inhale her breath into his own body.

"Don't worry, I'm out safe and sound! And let me tell you, I discovered..."

Before Lin Xiyue could finish speaking, she suddenly felt Molos's hands trembling slightly as he held her. Her heart tightened, knowing that she had worried Molos again.

"Okay, I'm really fine now. See, I'm perfectly alright, aren't I?"

So she quickly hugged him back and gently comforted him.

However, just as Lin Xiyue was about to continue speaking, her gaze was suddenly drawn to something rushing towards her.

The thing was incredibly fast, almost as fast as when Meros had arrived. In the blink of an eye, it had already reached them.

Lin Xiyue looked closely and realized that it was actually a blue object, and it was also somewhat translucent.

The reason I didn't see it before was because when Meros came up, that huge cloud of black mist was too conspicuous, while this blue thing was relatively less eye-catching.

"What is that?!"

Lin Xiyue's eyes widened, her face full of confusion.

Before she could react, Meros had already quickly pulled her back a few steps, making room for the large blue mass.

"It is meager."

Meros's voice was low and clearly carried a hint of displeasure.

"Hmm, it's me."

"I never expected you to still be alive, little thing."

A faint, thin laugh came from the blue thing, as if it found the scene before it quite amusing.

With that soft laugh, the blue thing slowly unfolded, revealing the person inside—Fei Bo.

His figure appeared before everyone's eyes, sitting on a large jellyfish made up of more than a dozen jellyfish, slowly rising up.

The things that had blocked him earlier could now be clearly seen; they appeared to be an energy shield, ensuring that he wouldn't be affected when he flew up at extremely high speed.

Her movements were graceful, like a fairy in the water, as she landed lightly on the ground.

However, in stark contrast to his elegant movements was his disheveled appearance.

He had a noticeable wound on his face, which, although scabbed over, was still clearly visible.

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