It was like a strand of hair, a very ordinary strand of hair, mixed in with the mess of Zhang Qiren's hair.
Its tip, like blowing bubbles, blew out a light, airy eye that glanced around before retracting.
It followed Zhang Qiren into the abandoned newsstand like this.
...
On Fox Mountain, Bai Mo explained to his disciples.
"Don't deal with him yet, just put an eye on his head.
"Let him calculate, have him predict every future moon leak for us."
But on the screen in West State University campus, Xue Yong sneakily dashed out from behind a corner and ran towards the abandoned newsstand! He directly opened the door and ran inside.
Bai Mo pulled at the corner of his mouth.
"This guy is too bold, doesn't even know his own limits, yet dares to chase like that?
"Luckily, they're already gone."
...
Clang!
Xue Yong opened the iron door and rushed into the newsstand!
But inside the newsstand was empty, nothing at all.
"Where are they?"
