The wild wind inside the room suddenly stopped.
All the items that were flying around fell to the ground.
Qingbao appeared expressionlessly.
"Xun Xun..."
Little Treasure Hunter floated back into the room, looked at the messy floor, and gave Qingbao a thumbs-up.
Impressive.
To be honest, it never thought that the usually well-behaved Fifth would blow someoneâs room into such chaos, quite unlike the usual soft and gentle demeanor.
"Qingqing..."
Qingbaoâs expression changed to worry, pointing at the messy floor and saying with a cry that it couldnât control it, the wind just surged up, what should they do now? Would they find out it was their doing and trace back to their own Beast Tamer?
So it was out of control... Little Treasure Hunter suddenly realized.
Recently, there have been many discussions online about Qingbao, and it remembered someone saying that Qingbaoâs species would cause the wind to grow stronger when angry.
Its eyes rolled, and a thought flashed in its mind:
Hereâs a chance to show Fifth its power and make it acknowledge me as the boss!
"Xun Xun!"
Little Treasure Hunter patted its chest, with a "donât worry, leave it to me" expression.
Instantly, its eyes glowed blue.
The next second, all the items that had fallen to the ground levitated under the control of an invisible force, returning to their original positions.
"Qingqing!"
Qingbaoâs eyes brightened, looking at Little Treasure Hunter with admiration.
"Xun Xun~"
Little Treasure Hunter flipped its hair and smiled dashingly, indicating this was basic maneuvering.
"Xun Xun."
Suddenly, it heard something, lowered its voice, and called out.
Someone was coming.
"Qingqing."
Qingbao withdrew its admiring expression, nodded, and called out, indicating it understood.
Then it transformed into wind and disappeared.
Little Treasure Hunter also vanished into invisibility from the spot.
The lights turned back on.
A few seconds later, the door opened.
"Quickly check inside, this room..." The paparazzoâs voice suddenly stopped.
He looked at the neatly arranged room and was dumbfounded, his mind full of question marks.
The black-haired man stared at everything inside, stunned, muttering: "What happened? How did everything go back?"
A few security personnel followed behind him.
The leading security officer asked: "Now the room seems normal, do we still need to check?"
"Yes! Certainly, we need to!" The paparazzo snapped back into focus and quickly said: "This room is absolutely not normal, there must be a pet beast here, maybe one of those that can create illusions!"
The black-haired man recalled the painful feeling of hitting the wall and the floor, hesitant to speak.
The security personnel didnât say much, summoning their pet beasts to start checking.
In the past, during the regional competitions, there were indeed more strange events when contestants stayed at the Beast Taming Center.
Ten minutes later, the lead security officer shook his head and said:
"No pet beasts were detected."
The paparazzo pondered: "Could it have already left?"
The security personnel nodded: "Itâs possible, since the pet beast inside has already left, weâll also leave for now."
"Wait!" The black-haired man stopped them: "What if something unusual happens again inside later?"
The security personnel quickly offered a solution: "You can request a room change or refund at the front desk, or stay here, and call us if thereâs an issue again."
The two had a hard time booking the room next to Qiao Sangâs, so there was no way they would leave just like that, naturally opting for the third option.
After the security personnel left, the two closed the door.
The paparazzo furrowed his brows deeply, speculating:
"Could it be that someone doesnât want Qiao Sang to rest well and ended up at our room by mistake?"
The black-haired man agreed deeply after hearing this:
"Thatâs very possible."
After speaking, he kindly suggested: "Should we remind her?"
Itâs unlikely theyâll keep getting the wrong room in the following days.
"Remind what?" The paparazzo gave him a "are you stupid" look: "If we capture this, itâs news. Donât you know how much attention Qiao Sang is getting now?"
The black-haired man felt a bit ashamed, realizing he had a lot to learn in the paparazzo business.
Suddenly, the lights went "pop" and turned off again.
The two simultaneously looked up, with a sense of foreboding in their hearts.
Immediately afterward, the premonition came true.
The wild wind arose once more.
The black-haired man lost his balance again, the wind hurling him against the wall.
All kinds of furnishings inside the room were blown to the floor.
This time, experienced, the paparazzo said nothing, braving the wild wind and rushing out, contacting the security personnel.
"Wait for me!" The black-haired man shouted, tumbling and crawling to escape the room.