Volume One, Chapter 13: Suisui Falls into Lu Junshen’s Hands

“Say that again?” Hulan’an glared angrily at Lvl Luo, who had returned empty-handed, so furious he wished he could kill her.

“Yes!” Cheng Feipeng immediately sheathed his wooden sword and responded respectfully, then followed closely behind Lin Yi like a shadow.

Back home, Li Xiao was still awake, sitting absentmindedly on the sofa watching a soap opera.

Passing through the Southern Realm Gate, there stood several towering pillars, their height unknown, each entwined with golden-scaled, sun-bright red-bearded dragons. Ahead were several long bridges, intricately carved with colorful-feathered, soaring red-crowned cranes. Gazing around, the sky was filled with shimmering rosy clouds, pavilions scattered about. Xing Yi and the others, following Jiang Guang’s lead, made two turns before arriving at a secluded hall.

But now, having linked up with Yang Guo, he cared little whether he could receive a mission from Huang Rong. Of course, if a short-term task came his way, he would gladly accept it, for he had three days before meeting Yang Guo.

After the entire morning had passed, although Shi Bai and his group had ventured deep into the forest, they had not encountered any large Mongol forces. Whether this was luck or misfortune was unclear; no Mongol battalion meant no danger, but also no completed mission.

“New to Daxia, you may not be accustomed. If there’s any discomfort, feel free to come to me anytime,” Hatu smiled.

Behind them, the Lin family’s elite troops were advancing toward the city, likely to arrive soon.

Among these five, Qian Shao was the eldest, in his early thirties. The others, Miao Lan and Tang Wentian, were in their twenties. Jiu’er ranked fourth in age, and Zhang’s son was still a minor.

“Wife, have you grown tired of me?” Just as she told him not to act cute, he only became more spirited, deliberately mimicking Haohao by wiping away imaginary tears with the backs of his hands.

The BF team appeared unsurprised when the UF team unleashed the secret weapon Qian Jue. Instead, they confidently countered by selecting the heroes Icebird and Barrel. Naturally, Icebird was destined for the midlane, while Barrel seemed relegated to a support role.

“What are you looking at?” Xu Jiaqi rolled her eyes at him, somewhat restoring the intimacy between them.

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“I’ve been sentenced to the Eighth Palace of the Ghost Realm; I will come find you…” Before Jiang Dong could finish, two shadowy soldiers hurriedly escorted him, seemingly moving with lightness toward the Eighth Palace. These spirits’ powers were far weaker than the Black and White Impermanence, at least incapable of flight.

“Kill—” Jiang Dong unleashed his Nether King’s Three Wraths with the force of thunder soul power, combined with the Golden Donkey Sky-Stepping Star technique.

Though fearful, Nio, like Wendy, unleashed bursts of energy bullets from beneath her umbrella, continuously attacking the charging beasts.

Batum was greatly delayed by Nowitzki’s cover, while Marion, an unexpected finisher, had no teammates left to defend him. The ball flew to the left corner; Marion caught it and, using his peculiar shooting stance, “pushed” the ball toward the hoop.

The black demonic aura surged toward his eyes during their gaze, fortunately blocked and reflected by his sunglasses’ lenses.

Jinzhu’s heart ached like a knife; she could say no more. She bid a hurried “Take care” and left, allowing Huo Zhichen, who had been outside, to enter and offer comfort.

At the battlefield’s center, the Dragon King activated the Stellar Surge skill, then flashed his ultimate, Star String’s Descent, repelling Poppy and Lee Min’s Lucian, while Vel’Koz landed and kept up constant damage. Forced to distance themselves from Lucian, Karma and Tahm were relentlessly pursued and struck down by the enemy’s top laner, Shen.

These humans who joined the Steel Creed had fully emerged from the apocalypse’s darkness, beginning to absorb higher combat knowledge under the guidance of the machines.

Lin Fu’er shook her head vigorously, suppressing the intrusive thoughts rising again. Furrowing her brows and widening her eyes, she shifted her attention to the room’s furnishings.

A mutated dog dashed out nearby. Song Keying barely glanced before swinging her straight sword. The dog’s head exploded midair, splattering foul blood onto Song Keying’s body, face, and the sword’s hilt.

Thinking of her father’s cold treatment of her mother over the years, Leng Tianyuan’s face twisted with a trace of sarcasm. His emotions settled as if he had not heard the words.

But… Cang Lan’s eyes glanced at the still-open window, hesitated, then opened the door and entered, closing the window behind him.

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“Nonsense! You’re lying, slandering me with baseless accusations…” Su Taohua trembled, eyes bloodshot, her complexion rapidly turning pale.

Ruoshui snorted coldly, pulled a few soybeans from his pocket, muttered an incantation, then scattered them toward Er Gouzi. Suddenly, the soybeans transformed into armored soldiers.

In the ghost doctor’s room, the huge urn containing thick black-brown liquid began to churn violently.

Ye Xinyan’s brows furrowed sharply. What were these words? The gold ring on her finger was genuine. Even if not of the highest purity, it shouldn’t leave marks on porcelain. They were clearly looking down on her, mocking her outfit as worthless.

“Reporting to the princess consort, the empress is well; no ill news has been received!” Yu Tao responded respectfully, her previously lively demeanor quickly calming.

“Heh, no rush, no rush.” The man lifted his wine jug, laughing heartily, and strode toward the spot where the black-clad figure had vanished.

Though her contact with Su Jinyan was limited, she knew he disliked such pastries. Naturally, someone had been ordered to prepare them on his behalf.

The pressure on Bazel grew heavier. Once negligible to him, this strain was now significant—his clone possessed only thirty percent of his strength and was currently exerting all its power to pull a meteor from space.