Chapter 2086: Intertwined Time and Space, Altered Lives (32)

Chapter 2086: Chapter 2084: Intertwined Time and Space, Altered Lives (32)

And thus, he was considered freed.

After all, being torn apart and dying slowly under watchful eyes are not the same; blood bubbling out just like before, while the swarm of wasp-like poisonous insects hovered above the swamp, reluctant to leave.

The swamp was tranquil, the crocodile clearly aware of the dangers outside, as even some things it feared.

Thus, apart from small bubbles appearing, there was nothing else in the swamp.

The eerie swarm of poisonous insects circled a while longer before finally flying away. It was then that Sister Liang Yan heard the screams, realizing someone had met misfortune, prompting her to cautiously peer outside, witnessing the scene of enemy operatives sinking into the swamp.

Liang Yan patted her chest and sighed in relief, temporarily feeling safe, while Gu Qiaoqiao still focused on that part of the swamp, unexpectedly witnessing the end of the three individuals’ wicked lives.

Not long after, Gu Qiaoqiao noticed a large brown crocodile staggering as if it had eaten its fill, crawling out from there and continuing its journey deeper into the dense forest, seemingly heading to its lair, while this spot merely served as its hunting ground.

The place finally fell silent.

Both groups of enemy operatives were completely dealt with.

Gu Qiaoqiao once again used mind power to survey the surroundings, confirming finally that, apart from Fong Lei’s approaching team, there were neither other people nor ferocious beasts present.

However, until Sister Liang Yan safely reached Huaxia territory, Gu Qiaoqiao could not afford to relax her vigilance and must constantly be aware, regrettably unable to provide Fong Lei with directional guidance.

Besides, an inexplicably appearing guide would certainly arouse Fong Lei’s suspicion and, if misdirected, might result in unintended consequences, prompting Gu Qiaoqiao to simply take no action.

If Fong Lei couldn’t find his way here, those other teams wouldn’t arrive anytime soon either, but Liang Yan wasn’t an ordinary person; once recovered, she would surely leave swiftly.

Thus, Gu Qiaoqiao would escort Sister Yan to Huaxia territory, ensuring her safe arrival, whether through direct or indirect means, she couldn’t relax her focus, keeping mind power constantly aligned with this part of the sky.

But right then, Gu Qiaoqiao sensed something amiss, detecting Mystic Sect members prowling nearby.

Responsive to this, Gu Qiaoqiao detached a strand of mind power to scan beyond the community, catching sight of Dongfang Yu, cradling a white cat and idly observing while deploying divine sense all around.

At this moment, sunken iciness clouded Dongfang Yu’s gaze; even warmth seemed absent, as if the world’s happenings held no sway for him, all life before his eyes akin to mere ants.

Truly, those ignoring heaven’s path, yet barging into hell where there is no door; Gu Qiaoqiao had been awaiting him for several days now. Lin Fanpeng’s deeds surely bore Dongfang Yu’s mark; going by timing, he had surfaced only in these past few years, certainly accountable for Qin Yize’s bridge incident.

It’s just surprising he arrived presently. During usual times, Gu Qiaoqiao believed she could easily control him, yet she’d directed all her divine sense toward the distant Hundred Thousand Mountains outside Nanli City, with no room for laxity, for it concerned Sister Liang Yan’s safety.

This situation commanded immediate priority, and inside her space, though Dongfang Yu might discern anomalies here, he absolutely couldn’t breach this realm.

Nonetheless, certain aspects lent Dongfang Yu distinctive Mystic Sect abilities, hence Gu Qiaoqiao couldn’t simply disregard him; her strand of divine sense maintained constant surveillance, though Dongfang Yu’s initially lax posture abruptly turned rigid.

He casually inspected surroundings, circling once before locking his divine sense onto Gu Qiaoqiao’s home, a slow, sardonic, unsettling grin curling his lips.

He hadn’t adopted stealth; such an alluringly handsome, almost other-worldly figure naturally drew attention from numerous passersby, especially cradling a purple-eyed white cat.

This attracted glances from several young women, and at that moment Gu Qiaoqiao paused, utterly unanticipated, as Shang Qing deftly emerged from a home.

This neighborhood comprised not only apartment blocks but also, alongside the nearby park, a cluster of courtyard houses – protected structures unlikely to face demolition.

Shang Qing seemed to visit a household closely tied with the Shang Family, though Gu Qiaoqiao didn’t know which family, though she frowned as its courtyard gate confronted Dongfang Yu’s position.

Currently, Dongfang Yu stood beneath a tree.

That tree was a phoenix tree, its golden leaves swaying in the breeze.

The leaves were beautiful, yet the towering, straight trunk rendered a person standing there inconspicuous.

However, his presence unmistakably formed a striking sight, instantly caught by someone like Shang Qing.

The love of beauty is universal; Shang Qing, too, was fond of faces.

Hence, her gaze lingered over that direction repeatedly, though her upbringing naturally kept her from initiating contact, yet she regretted not knowing to whom such an individual belonged.

Appearing youthful, seemingly in his twenties, Shang Qing pondered wary about their social circles, never having heard of such a figure, biting her lip before reluctantly heading elsewhere.

Private cars were now common, and Shang Qing worked at the Shang Family’s company, as in her former life, naturally possessing her own car parked nearby.

Shang Qing took note of Dongfang Yu, imprinting him in her memory, though Dongfang Yu merely cast an indifferent glance. To him, those surrounding were akin to ants, spurning recollection of appearances and certainly not recording even the most beautiful, like Shang Qing, within his mind.

Thus, Shang Qing brushed past him.

Shang Qing did not look back, nor would Dongfang Yu spare her another glance.

Distance grew between them, as Shang Qing reached her car, sighted his location again, then decisively opened the car door, seating herself and then driving away.

Throughout, Dongfang Yu’s expression remained unchanged.

This was normal, for in this life, they were strangers lacking opportunities; how could their paths cross?

And Gu Qiaoqiao, naturally, couldn’t attend to her reincarnated friend Shang Qing.