61 "Good News" (Monthly Vote Event Bonus Chapter 3)

Hearing the endless chattering behind her, Lin Zhao felt as calm as a lake under the night sky.

Until they rode past the village entrance.

Unable to help it any longer, she asked, "Er-zai, you've been talking so much. Doesn't your mouth feel dry?"

"Not at all!" Er-zai wrapped his arms around his mother's waist, looking delighted as he happily swung his legs.

"Er-zai, stop moving around so much," Da-zai scolded, patting his younger brother's thigh.

Er-zai immediately settled down, pressing his face against Lin Zhao's back while his chubby lips moved to continue—

The mountain peak was exceptionally high. After walking for a long time, Su Jiu and the others finally reached the summit. There lay a flat, expansive plaza, at the far end of which stood a magnificent and imposing palace. Dense spiritual energy swirled into a faint mist, refracting multicolored light and making the place look just like an immortal realm.

Meanwhile, the soldiers in the surrounding camps stared with wide eyes, equally bewildered and unable to comprehend what on earth was happening.

Pity those few Demon Kings who had just managed to catch up. Before they could even figure out the situation, they saw the Second Imperial Prince take the lead and flee. Though they possessed escaping arts as well, they were a step slower than the other three. Out of the five Demon Kings, only one managed to escape; the remaining four were seized by the turtle and the deer, grabbed by the bat and the crane, and dragged right before Qionghua.

"Lu Qi, if you ever need any help in the future, just say the word," Principal Liao said, patting his own chest.

Inmoro-g鬼 was completely helpless. The healers on their side had suffered heavy losses and were already too late to save anyone else's HP, leaving them with no choice but to order everyone to withdraw from the range and avoid this wave of attacks.

Afterward, Ye Kong bid farewell to his opponent and turned toward the clock tower in the Eternal Main City. Fortunately, the clock tower was also on the west side of Leopold Street. Dodging patrols along the way, Ye Kong arrived in the vicinity of the clock tower.

Just moments ago, when he closed his eyes and concentrated his senses, he felt that someone must be lurking and spying on him from dozens of paces behind.

After a few days of effort, Emilia had already grown quite familiar with the proprietress of the cafe where Yi Le worked part-time.

Su Mengyao's field of vision was slightly better than Huayin's, allowing her to spot the enemies' tracks a step ahead.

As a result, after being ordered to try it out for an entire night, they discovered that doing this not only did not make them tired, but actually left them feeling even more energetic. Thus, even without Su Jiu telling them to, they would have started doing it on their own.

Seeing Wang Tongtong's actions, Meng Yao felt an even deeper sense of disgust toward him. With a person like that, as if she, Meng Yao, could ever fancy him!

Yu Qiushi let out a long breath of relief. Thanks to these words from the Fiend Ancestor, the loose sand of a group around him finally shared a common goal.

With his eyes closed, Yi said, "Stop wasting breath. Speaking makes it easy to lose focus, so we'd better conserve some strength. If this were a few months ago, I imagine you could have dealt with the power of this tribulation cloud all by yourself." The old dragon was instantly left speechless, with no choice but to close its eyes once again and manipulate the heaven-defying formation about to be activated.

Huo Zigin listened to his words, not knowing what to say. After staring blankly for a long time, he forced a few words out from between his teeth.

Several days ago, the official authorities of Qitian City had issued an announcement urging nearby villages to take refuge inside the city. Yet the vast majority of people chose to remain where they were, clinging to the naive hope that their obedience would bring them safety, entirely unaware that when the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact.

As for the two of them, they sat upright in the premier seats of the council hall, holding teacups to sip while they waited.

The next morning, Qi Zaonan and Fan Xiping, along with Fan Zhao and Qiu'er, boarded two separate carriages and headed toward Meishan Villa for seclusion.

The noisy environment from just a few breaths ago suddenly fell silent. Nearly everyone had found the task they were supposed to be doing. While Situ Sheng and Wu Siyou fought each other in fierce solo combat, on the other side, Hua Jieliu's sweeping away of the entire army could hardly be described as merely overwhelming.

After many disciples had been blasted down the Abjuration Peak by Li Taibai, Lu Dongting had personally delivered meals to his grand-uncle-master. As the sect leader of Wudang, the courtesy Lu Dongting received on Abjuration Peak was naturally somewhat better than what those young disciples experienced, but only by a tiny bit.