I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 2216
Chapter 2216: A Historical Moment! (3)
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The spatial crack tore through the void, timely and providential, shielding the embarrassed Xu Xiaoshou.
Xu Xiaoshou’s figure flickered.
The next moment, Xu Xiaoshou’s voice trembled as he spoke:
“Boss, not cool!”
“At least give me back the fingers and wrist before you leave, so I can return them to the owner!”
“Mmmph.” Lei Xier couldn’t help but giggle, trying to muffle the sound with her hand.
In that instant, everyone woke up from their “dreams,” staring in terror at her.
The second true body, as if granted a pardon, turned to stare at her in surprise, as if looking at a savior.
Even Bazhun’an couldn’t help but glance over.
Lei Xier’s face froze with a smile, her pretty face turning red, as if blood could drip from her ears.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
She apologized in a trembling voice barely louder than a mosquito.
As soon as she finished speaking, Lei Xier’s silver hair began to change color, turning black, and her body shrank—she had chosen the invincible escape technique of the same school!
But halfway through, Lei Xier’s hair color couldn’t change back, and she let out a resistant youthful voice, terrified and sharp:
“I don’t want to go out!”
“No, you have to.”
“Don’t come in!”
“No, I will.”
“You laughed on your own; it’s not my business!”
This final scream came from the usually aloof Lei Xier.
The situation completely lost control.
Everyone stared at Xu Xiaoshou, who successfully escaped, then turned to Lei Xi’er, who failed to escape, feeling that the world had become incredibly interesting.
Bazhun’an took a deep breath.
Initially indifferent, Bazhun’an knew everyone would pretend not to see it.
Now, it had become a mess…
“Enough! Both of you.” Bazhun’an clenched his fist, joints cracking, the corners of his eyes twitching.
The world instantly returned to silence.
Lei Xier was stuck halfway, her hair half-silver and half-black, the second true body held his breath, afraid to make a sound.
Everyone who had been awakened behind them didn’t dare to close their eyes again, as if the shut of their eyelids would make a deafening noise, drawing everyone’s attention.
Deathly silence spread on Abyss Island.
Bazhun’an was about to speak again, breaking the silence, indicating his magnanimity and grace in overlooking past grievances.
The void abruptly cracked open again…
Very slow.
Very light.
As slow as a crawling turtle.
As if as long as it remained this way, no one could see—everyone with eyes wide open was blind!
From the spatial crack, a hand emerged silently, gently poking the second true body’s waist.
Then, into his palm, fingers were inserted one by one.
The first, the second…
After inserting the fingers, he proceeded to tuck in that small section of the wrist.
Eh? Realizing that there wasn’t enough space, the hand quietly moved to the left, discreetly stuffing Bazhun’an’s wrist into the left palm of the second true body…
Indeed, not a sound was made.
But under the gaze of everyone, the current silence was deafening.
“I’ve tolerated you for quite a while now!”
“Since the Tiansang Spirit Palace, I’ve wanted to kill you!”
Bazhun’an’s eyebrows suddenly raised, and after a yell, he casually summoned Mei Siren’s fallen fan, turning it into a fierce sword and thrusting forward. “Fine! Kill me! I should die! I don’t deserve to live!”
The second true body roared, closing its eyes, employing the ultimate killing move—an attempt to use offense as a defense to awaken Bazhun’an’s conscience.
Bazhun’an, with a good temperament, could tolerate major faults, not to mention that he had promised equality to Xu Xiaoshou, who had just joined the Saint Servant.
At the last moment, he restrained his force and didn’t vent his anger on this innocent substitute.
Only then did everyone feel their hearts return to their throats and fall back to their proper places.
Precisely at that moment.
After Bazhun’an restrained his power, the folding fan, no longer constrained by power, unfolded on its own.
This sound was too piercing!
Louder than the sound of the Ancestral Origin Emperor Tribulation!
Everyone couldn’t help but turn their heads to look at the paper fan, which was held by Bazhun’an by its end and lifted high.
On the fan, bold and colorful characters depicted dragons flying and phoenixes dancing, graceful and unrestrained!
The side that everyone saw was:
“Easy, easy.”
What Bazhun’an saw was:
“Amazing, amazing.”
Mei Siren’s heart skipped a beat, almost stopping.
Bazhun’an, like a puppet on a string, turned his head, glancing at the immortal Master Siren.
The old sword saint had already closed his eyes in advance, with another fan unfurled in front of his face.
On the fan, vivid characters were written:
“Sorry.”
You didn’t mean to either?
“Ugh,” Bazhun’an grunted, his chest swelling, a hint of crimson appearing at the corner of his lips..
