Chapter 644: Xu Lang Returns, Wang Yazhi Returns
Xu Lang exited the dream and returned to the Demon Box World. The Malignance Demon Box materialized in his hand as he forcefully reached out to one of its infected hosts.
That person was none other than the Lone Wanderer!
“No response…”
Xu Lang frowned.
The Void Battlefield seemed to exist in an extremely distant dimension, making his connection to other Demon Box infected hosts exceptionally weak.
Not only could he not guide the Lone Wanderer back, but he couldn’t even send a warning through the Taleblade Demon Box.
The matter of acquiring higher-level facilities would have to wait until the Building Wars were over.
…
Sealing Building.
In the hallway, the Lone Wanderer was circling an ogre.
His job was to kite the monster while the turrets in the corridor delivered precise strikes against it.
Clear division of labor.
Suddenly, the Lone Wanderer felt a faint summons.
The sensation was very familiar—it came from the Demon Box Curse.
“Zero Number is alive again?”
The Lone Wanderer was overjoyed and immediately focused on sensing the Demon Box.
Not long ago, he had noticed his connection to the Demon Box World growing weaker and realized something had gone wrong on Xu Lang’s end.
Unfortunately, there was no way to contact him, and he had no idea what had happened.
“He’s alive, but only half-alive!”
The Lone Wanderer tried to continue playing, but the unique devouring sensation of the Demon Box didn’t appear. Instead, his distraction nearly got him clawed by the ogre.
Zero Number had enormous ambitions—he wanted to build a trading network outside the Dorm Survival Game.
The Lone Wanderer had been looking forward to this and had stockpiled a lot of goods, planning to make a killing.
But when Zero Number went silent, he grew deeply worried and hadn’t slept well in days.
…
Void Battlefield.
Demon King Castle.
Xu Lang exited the Demon Box World and saw that the girls had already gotten up, most of them sitting on the sofa.
The five Ayiguli girls weren’t there—they were probably in the small room saying their prayers.
Zhen Lu was also absent, likely in the back courtyard tending to the Spirit Field.
At the moment, the room was lively. It seemed Chi Qingman and Xu Xiaomeng were playing games and had dropped something good.
“Xu Lang, you’re back from the trial!” Xu Ruyan turned her head, a flash of joy in her beautiful eyes.
All the other girls turned to look at him as well, their expressions bright.
Zhixia ran straight over, grabbed him, and pulled him to sit in the center of the sofa.
Everyone at home was dressed lightly and casually, and Xu Lang felt like he had fallen into a sea of flowers, a rich, enchanting fragrance washing over him.
“Xu Lang, tell us quickly—what talent did you get this time!” Cao Yaxuan hugged him, her icy skin exuding a sweet, refreshing scent.
A surge of manly pride welled up in Xu Lang’s heart, and hot blood rushed through his body, stiffening his frame.
But on the surface, he remained calm, a faint smile on his lips. “Not bad. I broke through in both Constitution and Spirit.”
“Was it also the Mad King Trial?” Han Zhixiu pressed.
As she spoke, she draped her long, shapely legs over Xu Lang’s thighs, the fleshy sensation unmistakable.
If it weren’t for Cao Yaxuan and Xu Ruyan flanking him, she would have sat right on his lap too.
“Of course. But this Mad King Trial was a bit special.” Xu Lang’s expression turned serious. “When you all face your fourth-stage Limit Break Trial, make sure to tell me in advance. I’ll prepare some things for you.”
“Hehe, thanks, Lang Ge!” Zhen Lu emerged from the back courtyard just then and, hearing this, broke into a happy smile.
Zhen Lu had fought her way out of the Blood Mist disaster on Earth, so she was equally hungry for power.
To be honest, Zhen Lu was one of the most ambitious people around.
She had always dreamed of fighting her way back to Earth to save the world.
After all, her home and country were over there.
“Mary, is the meal ready?” Xu Lang asked, having spent a moment cuddling with the girls before turning to Mary.
After multiple limit breaks, he was somewhat exhausted—mentally exhausted. The girls had soothed the mental fatigue, but the physical exhaustion needed real nutritional replenishment.
“We can start eating now.” Mary’s red lips curved into an extremely standard smile.
“Good. Zhichun, go call the others to eat,” Xu Lang ordered.
Last night’s main DPS had been Tong Qi and Senior Sister Red Butterfly, and the two were still sleeping.
Zhichun nodded. “Lady Yazhi isn’t in the dorm.”
“Hmm?” Xu Lang raised an eyebrow.
“Sister Yazhi went out…” Miaoying’s cat ears twitched as she explained.
After hearing the explanation, Xu Lang didn’t think much of it.
Wang Yazhi’s strength was on par with a boss-level entity. If a boss went out, it was everyone else who should be worried.
Besides, as a member of Demon King Castle, her survival ability was maxed out. If she ever encountered danger she couldn’t handle, she could at least send out a distress signal.
Demon King Castle had no shortage of resources, and Xu Lang’s style was so cautious that everyone naturally followed suit.
Xu Lang was about to use the Taleblade Demon Box to sense Wang Yazhi’s location when her figure appeared on the monitoring screen.
Her pristine white dress was spotless, and her cold, unmatched eyes rippled with a hint of murderous intent—clearly, she had killed someone.
Wang Yazhi didn’t have a closest sister in the dorm, unlike Zhen Lu and Cao Yaxuan, the Xu sisters, or Tong Qi and Senior Sister Red Butterfly. But she had an undeniable “big sister” aura that easily won over devoted female fans.
Chi Qingman was both afraid of Wang Yazhi and deeply in awe. Seeing her return, she immediately went to the door to greet her.
“Sister Yazhi, you’re back?” Chi Qingman said shyly.
“Mm.” Wang Yazhi gave a slight nod. The young girl’s earnest enthusiasm made an involuntary faint smile appear on her face.
Chi Qingman’s main charm was her strong campus-girl vibe. To maximize her appeal, Xu Lang had outfitted her in a white campus-style outfit—sneakers paired with white stockings and knee-length socks, radiating youthful energy.
In fact, there was another style that suited Chi Qingman.
That was the tomboy look.
Tomboy, forever the GOAT.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t cheeky enough and lacked the essence of a tomboy.
Xu Lang’s eye was sharp. Even without the Nightmare Eye, his aesthetic sense was on par with a fashion director’s—he could sum up a person at a single glance.
“Xu Lang, you’re back from the trial. How did it go?” Wang Yazhi walked into the room, saw Xu Lang, and immediately asked.
“Let’s eat first.” Xu Lang smiled.