Volume 1, Chapter 67: Tang Ruan can die, but her, I have use for.

After walking for a while longer, the blindfold was removed.

It took Tang Ruan a moment to adjust to the light before he looked ahead and gasped involuntarily, "Jiejie!"

Hearing Tang Ruan's voice, Lin Jie's expression changed dramatically with panic, and she blurted out, "Ruanruan, get out of here quickly!"

This was by no means a good place; how could Tang Ruan possibly come here!

The surveillance cameras were far away, capturing only general shapes rather than clear details.

Seeing her in person with his own eyes, Tang Ruan realized that Lin Jie's condition was far more disheveled than it had appeared on the monitors.

Tattered beast skins, broken equipment, and various items that looked as though they would shatter at the slightest touch.

However, before he had taken more than a few steps, he suddenly felt his vision go dark, as if some pitch-black object had descended from the sky, covering him completely from head to toe.

Out of loneliness, he had wanted to nurture saplings carefully, and as a result, eight saplings were born around him. He even transmitted a portion of the essence of his life source to these eight saplings.

Later, having soaked in Shen Lang's specially formulated medicinal liquid for a long time, one month of progress surpassed a century spent back in the cold abyss. Now, it was truly comparable to a divine weapon, with very few in the world capable of matching it.

Had the Silver Fox known the reason why the Rabbit-Clan Chieftain refused to travel with him, he probably would have wanted to bludgeon the chieftain to death with superior-grade divine crystals. To think that the head of an entire tribe would actually fuss over such a paltry sum of divine crystals!

Therefore, a top-tier banquet was specially arranged in a nearby lounge, with several of the Ye family's stewards keeping them company and partaking in the meal.

Upon seeing Wan Lin's expression, Cheng Ju and the others immediately understood what he was feeling in his heart. They knew that Wan Lin had lost his mother at an early age; although he had the tender care of his grandfather, he had never personally experienced that intense, fierce maternal love. Therefore, seeing the scene of the mother leopard protecting her cubs to the death instantly evoked a deep wave of emotion within him.

However, precisely because this stinginess was such a prominent trait of his, everyone tended to overlook another characteristic of his—shrewdness. To put it another way, he knew how to adapt to circumstances.

In the blink of an eye, the pitch-black canyon was suddenly illuminated by lightning as bright as day. The lightning flashed diagonally across the sky above the lifting platform where Wan Lin and the others were located, and then struck fiercely against a tree trunk thicker than a man at the bottom of the cliff.

Ling Ling felt quite helpless about this; ever since they had crossed paths last time, for some reason, the two of them had been at loggerheads ever since.

Before this fellow could finish speaking, Wu Xuanming slapped him squarely on the forehead, swatting him dead instantly just as one would slap a bouncing ball.

Yet when he returned home and looked upon Caizi's frail physique, a flicker of pity arose in him. Sanwai thought to himself that ever since his parents passed away, his elder sister was his closest living relative. It would be fine for this eldest nephew to stay at his house for a few days, but what would happen if the police managed to track him down?

"Hey, now that you've come out as well, shouldn't we be heading out?" Dou Ruomei suggested.

Xila Gelingtiao leaped onto the vehicle, and once again the car sped forward like the wind in the direction pointed out by Xila Gelingtiao.

The verbal sparring between the two did not last long, nor was the content particularly brilliant. Sima Hui presumably wanted to test Xie Xin's true proficiency, so he did not use any skills or enhancements, fighting purely with basic offense and defense. In the end, when he was practically on the verge of defeat, he simply fled to wrap things up. The entire legendary debate was remarkably boring.

Suddenly, two taps sounded through the individual earpiece. Yi Yang nodded toward Lin Yifan's direction to signal that he had received the message, extended two fingers, and made a hand gesture.

More than half a million men surged forward like a tidal wave, which was indeed a magnificent spectacle. Yet what greeted them was not the warm hospitality of the Han army, but tens of thousands of arrows fired simultaneously from the array of repeating crossbows.

Tianji's identity should be clean, because after he entered the Daoist temple, the imperial bodyguards investigated him repeatedly, confirming that there were no issues whatsoever with his background.

Guo Mengyao paced back and forth inside the room, muttering something under her breath continuously. The frantic anxiety she exuded was truly heartbreaking for anyone to witness.