Chapter 53: So It Was a Wounded Fox-Spirit.

[Torrential rain drenched your trouser cuffs, and the hand gripping your ankle refused to let go. By the beam of your flashlight, you finally made out that face, and at the same time, caught sight of a red fox tail. It turned out to be an injured human-fox.]
[Quest Triggered!]
[Quest Two: Treat the injured human-fox and gain 100 favorability points.]
[Quest Reward: Mental Advancement Pill × 2]
Di Qiu felt somewhat disappointed.
Not that—
Although Lin Kexin could not speak, she was quite generous. During her stay in the village these past few days, she had given money to the village chief to arrange a good lodging for her, paid the villagers a one-yuan errand fee for drawing water, and even paid the village matrons one yuan per task to cook her meals.
The man was tall and broad-shouldered, acting like an umbrella to block most of the downpour. Jiao Mengyi only felt a few impacts on her back before a strong hand reached across her shoulder and lifted her upward.
Amidst a shout, the Emperor of the Li Dynasty strode in wearing his dragon robe, and everyone immediately fell to their knees, shouting long live.
Outside the door, Lin Feng dialed Li Shiwei's number and briefly updated her on the matter they had just discussed.
"What happened?" Yan Bugui asked with concern, watching the expression change on Xia Yan's face.
Jiang Ye felt as though he were living in an impractical daydream, one so beautiful that he wished he would never have to wake up for the rest of his life.
Beicang's body also reacted at that moment, attempting to block these nerve bundles that continuously burrowed through his flesh and blood, but to no avail. Eventually, the nerve bundles located Beicang's spine and prepared to march straight along it into his brain.
Su Wuyao also desperately wanted to join in the excitement, but she was unfamiliar with everyone there and had no choice but to let the matter drop.
Ever since Jiang Dongming sold Lin Chunqiao off, he had never touched her again, disgusted by the thought that she was unclean.
A tremendous "farting" sound echoed from within the planet. Massive quantities of plasma light spheres erupted from its surface and bombarded Beicang, who continuously dodged the high-temperature, unstable material to avoid direct impact.
The people of Yunlong still remembered how, when Ye Changsheng single-handedly fought Gongsun Kang of the Gongsun imperial clan, His Highness the Crown Prince had chosen silence and abandoned Ye Changsheng, leaving the people of Yunlong deeply heartbroken and disillusioned.
At this thought, Scotland used his psychic power to send a telepathic message to the flame: "I am Scotland, who once crossed paths with you briefly on the spaceship. Do you remember?" As he spoke, he also transmitted a mental image from his memory along with the message.
The head of the Chen family thought to himself that this damn son of his was actually better at flattery than he was, stealing all his own lines. Nevertheless, he still stepped forward to offer his congratulations.
He would intentionally say funny things or make exaggerated gestures to attract attention, only to be met with strange and alienated stares from others. Yet when other people did the exact same things, it would always provoke bursts of laughter... This made him realize a profound truth: the exact same action, performed by different people, yields entirely different results.
"So you plan to go to the netherworld? Do you even know what the netherworld of this continent is like!" Mu Feng was shocked. He had never imagined that Lin Han would actually venture to the netherworld of this realm just to see the Pure Saint.
In his eyes, were her relationship with that youth truly so hostile? To the point that they couldn't even let each other know about a simple meeting?
Watching those red-scaled, gold-shimmering brocade carps fight for fish food and cluster together in the water, Principal Yu felt an incomparable sense of enjoyment, and a smile unconsciously curved the corners of his lips.
Clutching the fist-sized bead, right at the moment when a depression formed in the center of the molten purple iron, he precisely tossed the Wind Spirit Bead into it.
After a single volley by the two thousand archers, Ding Yanping was dumbfounded, and the fifty thousand besiegers were equally stunned—no, there were only forty thousand left now. Two thousand riders had mowed down ten thousand men in a single volley? Who could ever believe such a battle record?