But just a few minutes after starting, Gong Qiang slamd the brakes, "Shoot, almost forgot!"
He turned to Qian Qi and said, "Where’s your little white mouse? Let’s bring it along!"
"No way," Qian Qi refused, "My little white mouse can’t keep up with the hovercar’s speed."
Gong Qiang pondered for two seconds and said generously, "No problem! Just let your little white mouse ride in the hovercar, problem solved!"
Qian Qi: ?
Qian Qi glanced at the remaining space inside the hovercar and thought about the descendants of the little white mice that have been diligently multiplying... "Uh... okay."
Gong Qiang imdiately turned the car back to the military camp, and Qian Qi stepped out, rubbing her hands slightly nervously, and coaxed the little Bai Ji out while whispering a few instructions.
Bai Ji stretched out its small mouse paw, making a super cute and adorable OK gesture: no problem~
Then Bai Ji stood in her palm and squeaked twice—at that instant, Gong Qiang and the others saw hundreds of White Extre Rats rise up like a tsunami stirred by a gale, rushing into the hovercar competing fiercely, resembling office workers squeezing onto a crowded bus or subway, constantly jostling each other.
The White Extre Rats that were pushed out raised their little paws, cursing and swearing, fiercely resembling quarrelso shrews, while inside the hovercar, so mice were plastered against the window entirely disfigured, while others clung onto Su Ang and Nangong Yan, completely enveloping them, with so even prying Nangong Yan’s mouth open, attempting to squeeze in to save so space.
Nangong Yan: ...
These White Extre Rats are just as wild and untad as their owner.
Gong Qiang was better off because he was driving, and the White Extre Rats thoughtfully left his head clear. When Qian Qi got in the car, quite a few White Extre Rats had been pushed out again.
The unsuccessful White Extre Rats looked longingly at the hovercar, akin to parents sending their children off to school at the train station, tears brimming in their eyes.
"Wait... didn’t you have fewer Contracted Beasts yesterday?" Gong Qiang asked, stretching his neck out from the pile of mice, breathing laboriously.
"Haha..." Qian Qi also stretched her neck, struggling to breathe as she replied, "Yesterday... quite a few White Extre Rats went out to forage, they just returned this morning."
After saying that, she subtly implied, "Soone has no insight, trying to use my little mice without knowing to prepare food for them; even a thousand-mile horse needs to eat and drink well before running a thousand miles!"
Gong Qiang: ...
Right, it’s who doesn’t know how to behave.
"Using my Contracted Beasts, the excavation fee you save must be paid to ~" Qian Qi turned with a sly smile, first demanding exorbitantly, "And you’ll have to provide them als; they only eat B-level Magic Beasts~"
Gong Qiang twitched his mouth, "Quite picky... no wonder you need so much money."
"Haha." Seeing Gong Qiang misunderstood, Qian Qi didn’t explain but instructed while struggling to breathe, "Let’s go! Onward!"
...
Upon reaching the destination, the four imdiately tumbled out of the hovercar, gasping for air, evidently suffocated all the way.
White Extre Rats also leaped off the car, so onto the hovercar roof, so scouted and stood guard nearby, while others clung to Su Ang, unwilling to get off, entranced by the fragrance belonging to an S-Class Spiritual Power User.
Su Ang pampered them, didn’t chase them away, stood motionless like a mouse clothes rack.
Qian Qi followed the system’s location guidance, drawing a big circle on the ground with the Snake Stick, "Here it is."
"Don’t you need to do the ritual?" Recalling last ti’s different procedure, Gong Qiang couldn’t help but ask in confusion, "Why not do the ritual this ti?"
Qian Qi: "..." Why must you bring up that pot when not ntioning the other?
Qian Qi clicked her tongue, "With prosperity cos advanced Dao techniques, no need for rituals!"
"Really..." Gong Qiang was skeptical, "Not because the ritual looks embarrassing?"
Qian Qi: ...
Qian Qi always felt Gong Qiang was sotis sharp, sotis dull, sharp when he should be dull, dull when he should be sharp.
Ignoring him, Qian Qi commanded the White Extre Rats to start digging a passage. Gong Qiang asked Nangong Yan and Su Ang to keep an eye on Qian Qi, and he went away for a while, returning with a not-so-large B-level Magic Beast carcass, tossing it in front of Qian Qi, "Your mouse food."
Qian Qi was surprised for a mont, then solemnly patted Gong Qiang’s chest, "Ah Qiang, I misjudged you."
Gong Qiang: Ah?
When the follow-up teams arrived, the A-level dungeon had been excavated. Learning that the neat pit dug better than professional excavators and A-level Awakeners was done by a bunch of white mice, the Su Family Army looked at the feasting White Extre Rats with amazent and curiosity, and upon seeing Su Ang being used as a mouse rack, their jaws dropped even further.
For the first ti seeing the serious, cold Commander Su like this was simply... too adorably contrasting, wasn’t it!
Journalists following the Su Family Army couldn’t help but raise their caras at this scene, capturing this affectionate mont, quickly writing an elaborate piece of news, "Hey, once this photo is released, it might gain quite a few followers."
Among the journalists, soone suddenly said, "Wait, have you noticed those little mice look a bit like the ones described by those people..."
"Eh, now that you ntion it, they really do seem..."
Recalling sothing, the journalists’ eyes flashed with ecstatic delight as they stared at the White Extre Rats, while the rats remained oblivious, ticulously dismantling the B-level Magic Beast carcass, elegantly tucking chunks into their mouths. When their pristine white fur accidentally got stained with blood, they would have their companions gently rub it clean with saliva until it was whitened again.
"Indeed, these clean-freak, red-eyed white mice that dig passages are very reminiscent of the survivors’ so-called rescue mice!"
One journalist suddenly spoke urgently, "Yesterday, in various areas of Hong City, many survivors during interviews said they were trapped under the debris, and two red-eyed white mice dug them out, and these little mice are quite fastidious, instantly cleaning themselves if stained with blood!"
"Yes, so mice would even actively ask for rescued people’s rings or watches! Those survivors called them money-minded mice."
"Previously thought to be hallucinations since no one else had seen such white mice, didn’t expect them to be real?"
"Such intelligent magical creatures must be Contracted Beasts, but being scattered everywhere... what kind of person could control Contracted Beasts to such a terrifying extent?"
"I noticed so mice were on Commander Su. Could they be his? But it’s not heard that he is a Beast Master?" Another journalist was curious to death, feeling a major news opportunity right in front of him.
Initially believing the Seven Great Families only gave three days for rescue because they had already abandoned the people of the three cities, but now the Seven Great Families had located the underground dungeon and had nurous white mice saving people, completely counter to the online narrative!
Indeed, the bullet needs to fly a while longer; truth always requires offline exploration to seek knowledge, or else one will be misled by online trends, unable to find the facts!
A journalist imdiately waved his hand towards Gong Qiang and the others, shouting, "Commander Su! Could you accept an interview and disclose the origins of these white mice? How are they rescuing people all over Hong City? Is this a secret weapon cultivated by your Family?"
Hearing the journalists’ voices, Gong Qiang turned: ?
What? Rescuing people? Who rescued? Little White Mice?
ntioning the little mice, Gong Qiang instinctively looked at Qian Qi.
Qian Qi: "Not ! My little mice aren’t that money-minded!"
Gong Qiang: "I didn’t say it was you, why are you anxious?"
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