AWB Chapter 110 : Have I Been Exposed?
Chapter 110 : Have I Been Exposed?
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BANG!
Another gunshot rang out. As expected, Cecilia's second shot still failed to hit the distant Harpy.
This time, the miss was particularly frustrating—just a few centimeters short, and she could have landed the shot. But, in the end, the bullet merely grazed past, dropping into the sea beyond the reef, kicking up a small splash.
Cecilia clicked her tongue softly and wanted to fire a third shot, but after those previous two attempts, the Harpy seemed to sense the lurking danger. It folded its wings close and hid its entire body tightly behind the reef, not even exposing its head again.
At the same time, the white mist that had nearly dissipated over the sea began to gather once more. Soon, the dark reef island became enveloped again in a gray haze.
As the battle music in her ears gradually faded, Cecilia lowered her right hand, lifted her skirt, placed the flintlock pistol back into the holster on her left thigh, and carefully covered it again.
She knew that the only opportunity she had today had likely slipped away.
The monsters in this game weren't stupid; they acted almost no different from real-life creatures—each knew to seek benefit and avoid harm. When their lives were threatened, they would abandon all else to save themselves first.
Among them, a world-class boss's intelligence was even higher. Aside from its formidable combat strength and diverse, powerful skills, its intelligence was one of its most notable traits.
The earlier two probing shots had already revealed the Harpy's caution. Even when luring prey, it hadn't chosen the more favorable coastal area, but instead the center of the sea, where it could better control the situation. At the first sign of an unfathomable attack, it fled without hesitation.
Coupled with its amphibious skills—moving easily on land, sea, and air—Cecilia wasn't even sure how she could kill such a swimming and flying creature without her flintlock pistol.
The mist over the sea came and went quickly. In less than half a minute, the gathered mist dispersed completely. Along with it, the dark reef and the Harpy on it vanished without a trace.
Every world-class boss had its specific area of activity. Since the Harpy wouldn't run away, Cecilia didn't linger. She looked around, memorized the location, and chose to leave.
There was still much to be done in the new update. Besides building her own maid café within seven days, little Persimmon Puppy's auction tonight was also a priority. Cecilia, unable to come up with a safe way to venture out to sea, really had no more time to waste here.
For the next two hours, Cecilia returned to the Hillside Prairie and, as usual, began hunting monsters roaming the grasslands.
The sun rose bit by bit until it hung high overhead. By 11 a.m., after slaying the last monster and checking the nearly unchanged experience bar on her personal interface, Cecilia let out a soft sigh and logged out of the game right where she stood.
......
12 p.m., at Gu Yanxi's home.
On the four-seater dining table sat a few homemade dishes: tomato scrambled eggs, braised pork, and stir-fried bitter melon. Cecilia and Gu Yanxi sat on the left side, while Yao Qian sat on the right, still wearing those slippery silk pyjamas, her long black hair pinned at the back of her head.
Her mind lingering on how to cross the ocean and reach the Japanese server's territory, Cecilia held her bowl of rice absentmindedly, barely picking up any food, looking wholly distracted.
"It's easy to get 'heat' lately—try this! My mom's stir-fried bitter melon is really good,"
Gu Yanxi noticed Cecilia's odd behavior and right away scooped a chopstickful of bitter melon onto Cecilia's rice.
"Mm... thanks,"
Cecilia looked down at the tender green bitter melon, mumbling a thank you. Even without much appetite, she stuck to her principle of not being picky and picked up two slices, bringing them gently to her mouth.
"You're really saying thanks to me? How polite can you get?"
Gu Yanxi stared directly at Cecilia, and seeing her brows wrinkle at the bitterness, couldn't help but smile gently.
Yao Qian set down her chopsticks, propping her chin with her left hand, also watching the two girls opposite her with interest.
She knew her own daughter well—obedient, considerate, compassionate, popular with both teachers and classmates. Occasionally, she'd bring friends home to play. Yanxi was definitely the kind of girl who'd help others with food.
But this girl named Gu Anna was intriguing with her constant restraint and caution.
If it were just simple shyness, yao Qian could understand—after all, girls this age cared a lot about others' opinions.
But for some reason, whenever she sat alone in the living room watching TV in the evenings, glancing at that securely locked bedroom door, she couldn't help but wonder: Could this sweet-faced, mysterious girl really have some unspeakable, ambiguous relationship with her own daughter?
As someone who managed to catch the very last train of the internet age, yao Qian didn't know computers, but she did browse the web on her phone. Besides frequently reading posts about adolescent psychology, to avoid any generation gap with Gu Yanxi, she also read up on contemporary girls' interests.
Don't get her started—when it came to those unspeakable girl-on-girl romance novels, she had dozens of them saved on her phone.
Whether Gu Yanxi liked them or not was unknown, but Yao Qian herself found them quite enjoyable.
Naturally, she understood that these days, some girls did experience the kind of "forbidden love" described in novels. The thought that her daughter had been sharing a bed with this girl for several nights only made Yao Qian increasingly anxious.
Today, seeing the two girls act so close and natural, she finally couldn't take it anymore.
Trying to sound affectionate, yao Qian put on a gentle smile and asked warmly, "Nana, do you like the dishes auntie made?"
Just as last time, Cecilia still hadn't swallowed the bitter melon and froze for a full two seconds before realizing that Gu Yanxi's mother was calling her.
"Mm, very tasty."
Even as the bitterness still clung to her tongue, Cecilia nodded obediently, putting on an innocent, harmless look as she answered vaguely.
Then, to back up her claim, Cecilia quickly shoveled another mouthful of rice into her mouth, the blandness slowly dispersing the lingering bitterness.
"Then whose cooking do you like better—your mom's or auntie's?"
Yao Qian asked jokingly, keeping the atmosphere light.
Hearing this, Cecilia couldn't help but pause, setting down her chopsticks.
Have I been exposed?
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