155: Chapter 155: The Train That Never Stops (Part 24)

"What's wrong?"

Cang Bei looked at Qian Ye, not giving up, and continued to pull her.

"Hurry up, Xiao Ye, this is no time for tantrums."

"We need to leave quickly."

Qian Ye hugged the little flower tightly; in her peripheral vision, the flower bud in her arms had bloomed a little more.

The smile at the corner of her lips deepened.

"Baby, you're right~"

"We've reached the final moment, so of course we can't be in a rush..."

Qian Ye covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

She looked back at the coffin in mid-air, which was still burning.

The smile in her eyes became even brighter.

"Nine hundred and ninety-eight coffins, nine hundred and ninety-eight human lives!"

"You lot really have guts!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the anxious look on Cang Bei's face vanished.

It was replaced by a gloomy expression.

"You actually know!"

"How is that possible?"

With so many people and so many coffins, it wasn't something one could see in a short time.

Qian Ye looked at his flustered and exasperated expression; at this moment, there was no trace of youth about him.

Black mist swirled around his body, his face became even paler, and black veins appeared faintly on his face.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, look at you, you look so ugly right now!"

Qian Ye looked at his current appearance, not a shred of affection left in her eyes.

Her eyes were filled with disgust.

"When did you find out?"

"Find out?"

Qian Ye lowered her head to tidy her clothes.

"Ugh, how annoying, I've ruined another pair of little leather shoes."

"This pair of shoes was... it was, eh, when did I collect this?"

"Hmm, I seem to have forgotten."

Qian Ye tilted her head, pondered for a moment, but really couldn't remember when she had collected them.

"Hey, what was it you just asked?"

Qian Ye directly ignored the eyes across from her that were about to spit fire and talked to herself, "Oh, right, you asked when I found out!"

"Hee hee~"

"Found out what?"

"That I didn't actually like you?"

"Or that it was all just an act?"

With every sentence Qian Ye said, the other person's expression grew worse.

"Eh, you just made me lose my head at the time."

After saying this, Qian Ye tilted her head and stared at Cang Bei with a blank expression, "This attitude of yours, wanting to kill me, doesn't look like you like me either~"

"See, the feeling is mutual."

"It was just for fun, why take it seriously!"

Qian Ye shrugged.

"See, as long as you don't invest real feelings..."

"Hee hee~"

"You can't hurt me."

Qian Ye covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

And the person opposite her—no, that shouldn't be called a person.

Bizarre!

At this moment, the black mist on his body grew thicker, and black mist filled the surrounding area.

"You deserve to die."

"So what if you know, so what if it's a coincidence!"

"You must die!"

"As long as there is still one of you!"

"Just one, one is enough."

"As long as..."

"Ah..."

"You..."

Qian Ye curled her lips, meeting his stunned gaze.

At this moment, she was holding the red singer in her hand, and she stabbed it directly into his abdomen.

Instantly, an icy aura spread throughout his body, and Cang Bei felt his whole body stiffening.

"You, you..."

"What did you do!"

Cang Bei only felt as if all the blood in his body was about to freeze.

He stared at the umbrella in her hand, unwilling to accept this.

Wasn't that just an ordinary umbrella?

Why?

Qian Ye had no time to pay attention to him.

She pulled it out and stared at the red singer in front of her with a look of pleasant surprise.

"Wow, Baby, I didn't expect you to be even more powerful after leveling up."

"Not bad, not bad."

Qian Ye was very satisfied.