She looked at Ling Xiaoyou in shock, then turned to Bai Shuanglian.
Even though it was just a cat face, Ling Xiaoyou could somehow read the word “shock” on that fluffy, chubby feline visage.
Miao Miaomiao stared at the two in disbelief.
After a long pause, she finally blurted out:
“Elder, you two are already living together?! That fast?!”
Beside her, Bai Shuanglian’s hand, which had been stroking Ling Xiaoyou’s head, paused mid-motion.
For some reason, that line felt familiar, as if she’d heard it somewhere before.
Ling Xiaoyou, however, didn’t share that sense of déjà vu.
She just grabbed Miao Miaomiao’s cat ear and tugged it, saying:
“What do you mean by ‘that fast’? Where are your thoughts going? It’s just that my room exploded for some reason, so I had to move into Bai Shuanglian’s room to stay with her.”
Well, Ling Xiaoyou conveniently omitted the fact that she’d had the chance to prevent that, and also that she was pretty satisfied with the arrangement.
After all, this kind of thing definitely couldn’t be told to others.
Even Bai Shuanglian was only “superficially” unaware—the two just tacitly understood each other.
Hearing this, Miao Miaomiao nodded in realization, her face showing an “I see” expression.
Wait, cat faces could make such rich expressions?
Ling Xiaoyou muttered inwardly.
Then she set Miao Miaomiao down on the ground.
After touching down, the latter shook her legs and, for some reason, wobbled a bit unsteadily.
But she wasn’t a real cat.
Well, not a real ordinary cat.
She recovered after just that one wobble.
Miao Miaomiao looked up in surprise at Ling Xiaoyou, who now seemed like a little giant to her, confused as to why she’d been put down so soon.
She hadn’t had enough pets yet!
Senior Ling’s technique was too comfortable for cats—thumbs up, meow!
Ling Xiaoyou, naturally unaware of Miao Miaomiao’s little thoughts, saw her surprised look and explained:
“We’re heading back to the room now. Aren’t you going back? Or do you want to come with us and take a look?”
Eh, go check out the senior’s new room?
Miao Miaomiao thought about it.
She was indeed curious whether the rooms Exorcists stayed in were any different from the ones for spirits like them.
She’d heard that some old fogies in the Human Realm didn’t look kindly on spirits like her.
Maybe when the hotel assigned floors, they’d deliberately leave the good ones for humans and the bad ones for beings like them.
If that were true, then she’d definitely report this discriminatory treatment to the organizers!
Thinking this, Miao Miaomiao was about to agree when she suddenly sensed an icy gaze from the side.
That gaze was cold—so cold it made Miao Miaomiao think of polar regions and glaciers.
The look was devoid of any emotion, her entire face screaming, “If you dare come, I’ll butcher you and make cat hotpot tonight.”
She turned toward the source of the gaze and saw Bai Shuanglian staring at her.
Okay, the latter part was all Miao Miaomiao’s imagination.
But she could clearly tell that Bai Shuanglian didn’t welcome her.
It only took half a second of thought before Miao Miaomiao hastily shook her head at Ling Xiaoyou, indicating she didn’t need to go.
She didn’t want to become cat hotpot tonight!
And cat meat doesn’t taste good, nyaa!
Ling Xiaoyou didn’t notice Bai Shuanglian’s gaze.
Although she’d felt a cold aura appear beside her, when she looked, there was nothing there—only Bai Shuanglian’s usual gentle smile.
Ling Xiaoyou sat down on a chair, bent over slightly, and looked at Miao Miaomiao.
“Alright then, we’re going back. In your current state, can you still get into the elevator?”
Ling Xiaoyou stood up and asked.
She glanced at Miao Miaomiao’s short stature.
“I can, senior! I can jump super high!”
As she said this, as if afraid Ling Xiaoyou wouldn’t believe her, Miao Miaomiao immediately leaped with her little stubby legs—springing three meters straight up!
Ling Xiaoyou: “…”
Well, hopefully you won’t hit the elevator ceiling.
But whether Miao Miaomiao would get hurt was hard to say; more likely, she’d break through the ceiling of the elevator shaft.
Yeah, hopefully the elevator survives.
Ling Xiaoyou thought this, took Bai Shuanglian’s hand, waved goodbye to Miao Miaomiao, and headed toward their current room.
Back in the room, Ling Xiaoyou put down the items they’d bought during the shopping trip, then flopped directly onto the sofa, lying there like a salted fish who’d exhausted herself.
Even though she wasn’t actually tired, this had become her habit.
Every time she got home, she’d do this.
It felt nice, like a ritual.
Seeing Ling Xiaoyou like this, Bai Shuanglian smiled helplessly but said nothing, simply tidying up the things they’d bought.
She was used to this by now.
These past few days, coming home had been almost exactly the same.
Ling Xiaoyou turned her little head and looked at Bai Shuanglian’s figure, her thoughts drifting back to the past few days.
Four days had passed.
Ever since that day when Ling Xiaoyou tried to teach Bai Shuanglian how to use Spell Overclocking, besides practicing that technique and going shopping for fun, they’d also been participating in the Xuantian Martial Tournament.
As it turned out, Ling Xiaoyou was quite strong—at least among these opponents, there was basically no one who could beat her.
And on top of that, she’d mastered Spell Overclocking, allowing her to use spells far beyond her current cultivation level.
No one could beat her!
So after several rounds of matches, Ling Xiaoyou had successfully advanced to the finals, with the finals starting tomorrow.
Not only Ling Xiaoyou, but also Bai Shuanglian and Su Taosheng had advanced to the finals.
That’s right, both of them had made it.
Which meant that in the Nascent Soul Stage group finals, these two would be opponents.
Honestly, every time she thought about this, Ling Xiaoyou couldn’t help but mutter.
Could the Xuantian Martial Tournament organizers have secretly rigged something?
Otherwise, how could these two have been so coincidentally kept apart until the finals to become opponents?
After all, for a finals like this, with such outstanding contestants, tickets would definitely sell well…
Oh wait, the Xuantian Martial Tournament doesn’t have tickets.
Never mind, then.
But even so, it couldn’t be ruled out that the organizers might have tampered with something.
Even so, it didn’t matter to the two of them.
After all, their goal was simply to defeat each other and win the championship.
Even if the organizers suddenly got a wild idea and decided to sell tickets so the audience could watch their match up close, it had nothing to do with them.
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