Chapter 856: I Want…

The specific effects of this ability still need to be observed in actual combat. Lin Qiye glanced at the time, detached his consciousness from the Divine Mental Hospital, and returned to his own body.

As soon as he opened his eyes, in the dim light, a sneaky figure rose from beside his bed, holding a feathered arrow, and gently aimed it at Lin Qiye’s chest.

Lin Qiye was taken aback.

“Jialan, what are you doing?” he asked, puzzled.

The sneaky figure froze in place.

“…” Jialan’s mouth twitched uncontrollably.

She had already concealed her presence to the utmost, quietly sneaking to the bedside while Lin Qiye was asleep. But who would have thought that just as she was about to succeed, Lin Qiye woke up on his own?!

Now, Jialan found herself in an awkward position.

“Um…” With the feathered arrow in hand, she was stuck, unable to advance or retreat.

“Jialan, what are you holding?”

Seeing the feathered arrow in Jialan’s hand, Lin Qiye’s eyes filled with confusion as he reached out toward the arrow…

Slap!

Jialan suddenly reached out and grabbed Lin Qiye’s wrist.

Lin Qiye’s hand was caught by Jialan, leaving him bewildered.

“Don’t move!” In the darkness, Jialan’s cheeks flushed bright red.

The faint moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a glow on the white bed. Jialan looked down at Lin Qiye’s vaguely visible face, then glanced at the arrow of Cupid in her hand. Her heart raced, and a determined look appeared in her eyes!

She had borrowed the arrow of Cupid, and the atmosphere was already set. If she couldn’t stab it, not only would her efforts tonight be in vain, but she would also have no face to see Lin Qiye again in the future.

If she hesitated now, there might not be a next time…

Without giving this ironclad man a little push, his thick-headedness might never change!

My fate is in my own hands, not dictated by heaven!

For the happiness of my later life, I will fight today!

Jialan took a deep breath, suddenly flipped onto the bed, pinning Lin Qiye’s waist down. One hand held Lin Qiye’s wrist, while the other raised the arrow of Cupid high, thrusting it toward Lin Qiye’s chest!

This sudden action startled Lin Qiye. Instinctively, he raised his other hand and swiftly grabbed the feathered arrow in the darkness.

Both hands grasped the shaft of the arrow simultaneously, and the arrowhead trembled slightly against Lin Qiye’s chest under the struggle of their forces.

However, Jialan’s strength was overwhelming. Even Lin Qiye couldn’t match her in a direct contest. In their struggle, the arrowhead continued to slowly and steadily press toward Lin Qiye’s chest.

“Jialan… what do you want to do?” Lin Qiye swallowed hard and couldn’t help but ask.

“I want to…”

Jialan, draped in a deep blue Han robe, straddled Lin Qiye, using all her strength to stab the arrow of Cupid into him. At that moment, she seemed no longer to be Jialan of the Nightfall team, but a brave warrior who refused to bow to fate!

Bang—!!

Under the intense struggle, the bed beneath Lin Qiye collapsed with a loud crash, and they both fell to the ground, wood chips flying everywhere.

A glimmer flashed in Jialan’s eyes as she instantly transferred her “immortality” to the arrow of Cupid in her hand, breaking free from Lin Qiye’s grasp and driving it firmly into his chest.

The arrow of Cupid transformed into a pink glow and vanished without a trace.

Lin Qiye stood frozen in place.

The hazy moonlight tinted the dark room, and the shredded blanket fell like snowflakes. Amidst the wooden debris, Jialan in her deep blue Han robe sat on Lin Qiye, panting as she looked down at him, and they locked eyes.

Lin Qiye gazed at Jialan’s stubborn yet flushed face, and for some reason, an unusual feeling arose in his heart…

“What happened?”

“I don’t know, I just heard an explosion next door!”

“What? Could it be an enemy attack?”

“Hurry! Let’s go check it out!”

“…”

Outside the corridor, the instructors’ noisy voices echoed, and the next moment, the door to Lin Qiye’s room was kicked open by an instructor!

Bang—!

Armed with their weapons, the fierce instructors were about to rush in when they saw the awkward position of Jialan and Lin Qiye in the dim room, along with the wooden debris on the floor, and they froze like stone statues.

Jialan: …

Lin Qiye: …

…

Shangjing City.

A plane slowly landed, and Zuo Qing, draped in a dark red cloak and carrying a straight knife at his waist, walked expressionlessly through the corridors of the Night Watch headquarters.

“Commander Zuo.”

“Hello, Commander Zuo.”

“…”

The staff at headquarters greeted Zuo Qing as he passed by, but he merely nodded slightly, his expression unchanged.

“Hey? What’s wrong with Commander Zuo? You seem a bit down?”

“Didn’t Commander Zuo just return from the Jialin Pass?”

“Could it be because of the Masked team?”

“The Masked team? What could have happened?”

“Don’t you know? The entire Masked team has been missing for over a week… They’ve vanished without a trace, and despite using all resources, we can’t find any leads, as if they evaporated from the world.”

“…”

At the Night Watch headquarters, in the commander’s office.

Zuo Qing pushed open the office door and calmly walked in.

In front of the desk, Chen Moyu had already prepared several documents and was waiting. Upon seeing Zuo Qing return, he immediately spoke with a solemn expression:

“Commander Zuo, the technical department has analyzed the results of the Masked team’s mobile signal.”

“Oh?” Zuo Qing replied indifferently, “What are the results?”

“…No findings.” Chen Moyu said regretfully, “The last detected signal from the Masked team was at Ningchang County on the edge of Hainan, but after 3:42 PM that day, their signal disappeared simultaneously.”

“What about the surveillance video?”

“Same situation. The Masked team went directly to Ningchang County after arriving at the airport, and after that, no surveillance captured them again.” Chen Moyu added, “The local Night Watch team reported that they hadn’t seen the Masked team either, and our search team hasn’t found any trace of them yet…”

Zuo Qing slowly walked to the window, turning his back to the office, and closed his eyes.

“Commander Zuo, should we…”

“Moyu.”

Zuo Qing interrupted Chen Moyu, “How long have you been following me?”

Chen Moyu was taken aback.

“Four years.” Chen Moyu replied, “I started following you when you were still the deputy commander of the Night Watch.”

“Four years…”

Zuo Qing took a deep breath, slowly opened his eyes, and a chilling coldness appeared in his gaze, “Four years, and this is what I’ve cultivated?”