Chapter 523: The Pinker the Clothes, the Harder the Strike

【Story Experience Mission Triggered: Escape the Church's Pursuit】

【Mission Description: The Church has long had designs on each noble family and finally found a suitable opportunity to act, attempting to, while the Chen Family has no leader, turn Chen Xiaoshuang into a marionette to control the Chen Family.】

Please escape the Church's pursuit, and during this process you will receive unexpected assistance.

To let players better experience the storyline, please choose the character you will portray in this mission.】

【Location: Mitra Academy】

【Escape Countdown: 30min】

【Note: This mission allows you to play as Chen Xiaoshuang, Mu Lingxiao, or Min Xingyao; the characters currently available to you are: Chen Xiaoshuang.】

【Note: If you wish to play another character in this mission, reach that NPC within the allotted time; countdown: 5min. After 5 minutes, the mission officially begins timing.】

This storyline mission is still a multiplayer action; as time passed, Min Xingyao returned to the dormitory, making it unrealistic for Lao Bao and Hua Jian Lei to reach Tianmian City, so the player must take Min Xingyao's role.

Soon, the Team Channel announced that the player had taken position.

And the missions Ying Duo and his group accepted were roughly the same except for a few details.

【Story Experience Mission Triggered: Assist the Chen Family's Miss in Escaping Pursuit.】

【Mission Description: The Church has long had designs on each noble family and finally found a suitable opportunity to act, attempting to, while the Chen Family has no leader, turn Chen Xiaoshuang into a marionette to control the Chen Family.】

You have already investigated the Chen Family; they possess what you seek, and Chen Xiaoshuang would be a good ally who can provide great assistance, but the prerequisite is that you convince her to agree to help.

To let players better experience the storyline, please choose the character you will portray in this mission.】

【Note: This mission allows you to play as Chen Xiaoshuang, Mu Lingxiao, or Min Xingyao; the characters currently available to you are: Min Xingyao.】

Ying Duo is already bound to the storyline NPC Mu Lingxiao, so the player has only one choice.

As the countdown neared its end, the three entered the mission's isolated map.

Ying Duo and the player here were, of course, calm, with the surroundings maintaining their usual quiet atmosphere.

"So should we just go straight to find that Pink Hair Club?"

The player asked casually, already skillfully opening the mini‑map, locating Meng Kexin's position, and zooming in.

"Wow~"

He couldn't help but exclaim, watching the red dots rushing at breakneck speed toward Meng Kexin's location, their sheer density was breathtaking.

Some red dots even lingered briefly near their current spot, yet the night outside remained calm, revealing no sign of the approaching storm hidden within.

In fact, those senior sisters made quite a commotion back then.

Of course, none could compare to Ying Duo.

Speaking of it, the future Mitra Academy's tolerance for him is so high—perhaps because they've already witnessed even more outrageous things?

This is not the time for divergent thinking or random speculation.

"Don't just stare blankly," Ying Duo said, looking at the dense little red dots, his golden eyes unusually bright, "Those are all experience."

Moreover, it's experience they can harvest freely without any burden.

At this point, what else is there to say, brother?

"Snatch the head!"

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Meng Kexin casually grabbed a rubber band to tie her hair up, revealing a smooth forehead and a pair of purple eyes.

She looked down at the white plush bear on the sofa; its eyes were two black plastic buttons, sewn unevenly, but together they were still somewhat cute.

Yet her gaze at the little bear was full of satisfaction; although Meng Kexin's family owned many toys to make up for childhood wishes, she truly liked this particular bear.

It was just perfect.

Meng Kexin hugged the bear, rubbed her chin against its head, and after stepping out she planned to give it a new shell, knowing she couldn't count on a man for such details.

The door was suddenly kicked open from outside, the panel crashing to the floor with a deafening bang; the intruder wore black night‑clothes, a black face veil, revealing only a pair of eyes.

"Miss Chen," he sneered, looking at the person before him with contempt, clearly not caring about anyone inside, "Come with us, don't resist, we don't want to hurt anyone."

After all, he's just a newly enrolled student; even if he comes from the Chen Family, what does it matter if he's already developed his Aberrant Arts?

Who doesn't know that Chen Xiaoshuang's Aberrant Arts are healing?

Meng Kexin watched him stay still, withdrew her hand from the bear's belly, slipped it under the armpit, and grasped the little bear's leg.

The man hadn't expected her to be fiddling with a toy; seeing Meng Kexin unwilling to cooperate, he rubbed his fists and rushed toward her.

Meng Kexin's speed was no slower than his; she planted a foot on the ground, leaned forward, and in an instant was already in front of him.

She was so fast the man couldn't react, his eyes couldn't track her hand, his protective aura hadn't formed on his face, and the little white bear's face made intimate contact with his.

The bear's nose, a black plastic triangle sewn onto its face, was so poorly made that it shattered and flew off.

Even the softest object, if fast enough, can cause damage; when the toy struck his face, he felt as if a small truck had slammed him.

The man's head tipped back, dark‑red blood spurted from beneath his nose, arcing through the air in a smooth parabola.

It spiraled, trailing as it flew.

After just one clash, the little white bear's nose was stained with blood, turning its white fur pink.

Meng Kexin grasped the bear's hind legs, swung it like a hammer; the blood‑stained head traced an arc in the air and smashed into another black‑clad man's temple.

The man's head tilted, his eyes turned to white smoke, his knee struck the floor with a dull thud, then his body leaned forward, face down, crashing onto the ground and kicking up a small puff of dust.

After just a few exchanges, the little white bear in her hands was no longer the pristine one it had been.

The pink‑haired girl stood there, holding the blood‑soaked bear, looking at the ever‑increasing number of black‑clad men; clearly she was at a disadvantage.

Yet, seeing the bear in her hands still dripping blood, none of the surrounding black‑clad men dared to approach.