Volume 1, Chapter 63: The Man Standing in the Tree

Zhu Yong patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Brother, look on the bright side. You'll definitely catch him next time."

Just as the two men were feeling dejected, a cold voice rang out from the side, "Who said he was going to get away?"

Slinging his sniper rifle over his shoulder, Ye Lin found a thick, sturdy tree and shinnied up it in two or three moves. Standing firmly on a branch, he raised the sniper rifle with both hands.

Holy crap!

So cool!

Zhou Jingyang almost cried out. With the curved moon hanging in the sky and the dark night sky as a backdrop, a solitary, proud figure stood on a branch like a divine statue, while the howling evening wind swept across him, fluttering his clothes.

Ah, well, fluttering the ragged strips of cloth on him.

Anyway...

Especially K絲t絲 (Kistis), who knew Ding Huo best; thus, from this primal energy fluctuation, she sensed the scent belonging to Ding Huo.

Li Tianyou stepped back a few paces, taking everything in, as an ominous feeling welled up in his heart.

At the thought that for the next three and a half days he would be stuck with a wife whose bottom line he still couldn't quite figure out, Lan Youming had no idea what kind of thoughts were churning in his mind.

There were far more jungle species in this era after all, Fu Can muttered to himself as he held Zhu You. He urgently needed to find a place to recover his internal energy and incidentally treat Zhu You's wounds.

The pressure Li Tianyou faced was also immense. With his concentration heightened to the utmost, as the venom surged toward him, he violently slammed both palms down onto the ground.

"At least wait until the battle is over before discussing it." Qing Ruifan did not press for details, merely offering a word of guidance. No matter where she wanted to go, ensuring her safety was the most fundamental priority.

Too lazy to bother with him, Li Ming shook off Alphons's hand and walked toward the side of the airfield. He should have known that guy was as comical as his head.

***

Although the horse beneath Li Ziyuan was merely a Mongolian pony, it was a top-tier fine steed. By the time the Japanese vanguard soldiers opened fire, the two men and two horses had already vanished like a puff of smoke, leaving behind nothing for the Japanese troops except a sky-full of dust kicked up by hooves and two figures running further and further away.

This disciple of the Zhao family belonged to a collateral branch. Possessing fine talent, he was considered the strongest among the collateral descendants and was named Zhao Ting.

Lan Youming also kept his gaze fixed on Lin Ze. For some reason, he sensed a feeling that was both strangely familiar and deeply threatening from Lin Ze, much like the sensation he felt the first time he met Wang Mingdao.

I hurriedly retreated from the room and went to the maternity matron's quarters. Pushing the door open, I saw that Xu Heng was already lying on the bed, fast asleep.

His former self seemed to be reviving bit by bit. Gradually increasing his strength, he wrapped his arms around my waist and slowly rolled over to pin me beneath him, though he took great care not to press against my belly.

Later on, I learned that Lanshan was much more eccentric than ordinary people. He had a fierce temper, and his cocktail lounge had an equally fierce temper—he would simply refuse service to many customers he didn't care for, acting entirely on whim.

Yet Xia Buyun was merely a middle-level manager within the Xia clan, acting entirely in accordance with directives this time, knowing only that he was supposed to transport this batch of supplies to a designated location.

In the distance, the voice of the Desolation Overlord continued to echo. The fellow had not yet given up, and this time, he seemed prepared to use force, intending to grab Chu He directly by sheer strength.

I felt as though I had swallowed a fly—indescribable and somewhat nauseating. Yet I had no idea what I was feeling nauseated about, and suddenly I didn't know how to face my grandmother or Zhuang Yan in the future.

Seeing that she didn't want to continue the topic, I didn't press further and went out with her to eat and stroll around the shops.

Ordinarily, human vision is first awakened by light, but everything one sees is related to the medium of space. Now, this medium was undergoing bizarre dynamic changes. Even without understanding what consequences this distortion might bring, one could judge from the final words shouted by Daofei that it was definitely not a good thing.

Handing the tube over to Yu Yiale, Yu Yiale then proceeded to tie Tian Xin up in reverse right in front of Shuangshuang.

Li Xiaoyao flicked his finger, and a streak of blood shot out, transforming into countless threads in mid-air as they descended toward Gaole.

Above its head, that glazed jade hand was pierced through, shattering like a mirror as a gigantic golden Buddha slowly rose from the edge of the horizon.

At the time, she had made a wager with Shi An'an and Su Weiyang, buying a whole bunch of them and saying that when the time came for them to get married, she would give one away first.

***

"No, there is one more." Ouyang Lian spoke playfully, planting his overbearing and aggressive kiss right onto her lips once again. Sensing that there was no aura whatsoever around them, Mu Lingxi struggled, yet was unable to utter a sound.

Ghost Brother explained, prompting Li Xiaoyao to cast another glance at this rather perceptive Ghost Brother.

Upon reaching the ceremonial hall, they smoothly completed the wedding bows, and it wasn't until the master of ceremonies shouted "Send them to the bridal chamber!" that Yan Jiaojiao finally let out a thorough breath of relief.

Sibling affection is something that does not exist in the imperial family, yet within the royal family of the Yan Kingdom, it was genuinely real.

At this very moment, the elderly steward gently knocked twice on the panel. Hearing the pattering taps, Mu Lingxi slowly raised her head.

As Li Xiaoyao thrust forward with his long sword and his arm vibrated, a look of delight crossed his face. Another cyan sword beam descended, its damage output even more monstrous than before.

In the end, Chong could only shake his head helplessly. However, he wasn't completely clueless; he understood some basic body language.

Lei Zhan stomped his foot on the ground, instantly triggering a low, rumbling echo. Visible to the naked eye, a faint blue halo rose from Lei Zhan's body, enveloping him completely. With a flash of the halo, he blasted toward the crown of Mountain Thirteen's head.

"Let go," Feng Shaoming shouted fiercely, raising his right foot and kicking viciously toward the middle-aged man's crotch.

Inside the residence, Luo Yun had just taken off an outer garment when a knock sounded at the door. It was very soft, as if afraid of alerting others.

Next, the Qingtian Sect suddenly issued a notice widely recruiting disciples, welcoming all kinds of disciples from across the entire continent with very low restrictions—as long as one possessed spiritual roots and could cultivate, they were accepted.

Waking up early in the morning, everything had undergone such massive changes, with all the dowry items neatly arranged inside her own room.

Struck with a mixture of shock and dismay, the two men wanted to leave, yet couldn't help lingering anxiously to continue observing, until that stone engraved with characters appeared at the boundary. At that instant, their complexions turned as ashen as dead ashes.