Chapter 1287 - Setting Out
Chapter 1287: Setting Out
Mo Lian’s heart was so flighty that he tossed and turned sleeplessly while hugging that little one stiffly. He had no idea when he fell asleep.
In her drowsiness, Qiao Mu felt the sounds of soft chatter entering her ears.
Qiao Mu lifted her heavy eyelids and looked about in a daze. She suddenly discovered that was surrounded by a hazy fog.
“You’re awake.” Mo Lian’s mirthful voice rang out.
Qiao Mu fully woke up and stretched her small figure, whereupon she realized that she was sitting on a dragon’s back, nestling in Mo Lian’s embrace.
When she pivoted her head around, she saw many familiar faces.
“Senior Brother Situ, Senior Sister Liang.”
“Qiaoqiao, you’re awake.” Liang Qingqing, who was chomping down on a cob of corn, beamed at her with two corn kernels still sticking to the corner of her mouth.
“Morning, Qiaoqiao!” A white-furred fox the size of a hill was flying beside the dragon.
Duan Yue was sitting cross-legged on the fox’s head, and he waved at the bleary-eyed Qiao Mu from up above.
The little fellow couldn’t shift her gaze away anymore after sweeping it over, and she stuck her small paw out toward the large, furry fox.
At once, Mo Lian caught her small paw with his hand, and he swept Duan Yue a disdainful glance. “Go further away.”
“Chestnut!”
Duan Yue’s eyes lit up, and with a mischievous grin, he offered, “Qiaoqiao, do you want to come sit over here!”
Qiao Mu blinked her eyes, but just as she was about to nod in acceptance, the golden dragon whisked its tail, propelling its lengthy body a considerable distance forward.
The group of people sitting on the dragon’s back all lost their balance from the jolt, and they quickly clambered to steady themselves with a shout.
F*ck! You petty Mo Lian!
Duan Yue pointed his hand forward. “Chestnut, Chestnut, chase them quickly!”
Bounding off its chubby hind legs, Chestnut’s large body boosted several kilometers forward and caught up to Little Seven’s speed.
Mo Lian recruited one hundred teammates for this time’s cleaning operation at Jiaozhong Base. Every one of them was at least a level-11 great mystic cultivator.
There were also four superhumans who possessed extraordinary hearing or speed.
Little Sixth Zheng was not part of the team this time. Shortly after coming back from the Mystic Beast Forest, he had broken through to a level-10 great mystic cultivator. Afterwards, he trekked back to the forest alone to seek out a suitable mystic beast to form a contract with.
As Qiao Mu had only just woken up, she turned to ask Mo Lian, “Have we been flying for some time?”
“It hasn’t been for too long, only a little over an hour.” Mo Lian glanced down at the little fellow. “First eat some dry food to fill your stomach for now. We will only be able to land at night.”
The little fellow took out the mini steamed minced pork bun that she usually had prepared and felt full after eating two.
“Is Jiaozhong Base’s situation rather serious?”
“Mhm.” Mo Lian nodded. “I was still receiving messages from a Night Pavilion team member four hours ago, but there have not been any at all since.”
“I suspect that something bad may have happened to him.”
Qiao Mu’s small face turned taut, and she agreed with a nod. “It looks like it will be troublesome.”
Mo Lian caressed her small oval face and told her softly with a smile, “Don’t worry, other than these hundred great mystic cultivators I recruited, I have also instructed the Hidden Night Pavilion to dispatch 3000 disciples over in secret.”
“There should not be much of a problem.” Mo Lian looked ahead impassively, “Not much time should have passed from Jiaozhong Base’s breach to its conclusion. I think that we should review our experience and lessons from this trip to prepare for possible troubles in the future.”