Chapter 134: Farewell Again

The boat drew close to the bridgehead. Xing Ke helped Xing A’ni down, while Lin Xiao had already thrown herself into Si Yao’s arms. “Sister, you scared me to death, you really scared me!” Si Yao raised a hand to gently pat Lin Xiao’s back, then shifted slightly to reveal Xing Jue lying on a woolen blanket behind her, tightly covered by a quilt, his head wrapped in bandages, eyes closed firmly.

Just now, Si Yao’s...

He turned around. Wang Xueya was standing there, as if the words she had just spoken had exhausted all her strength. Her cheeks were flushed, her dark eyes unblinking. Her cherry-like lips moved as if she wanted to say more, but ultimately remained silent—both tender and pitiful.

By the next morning, Bao Chen once again announced that the hunters could summon the Rock Beast to trade items—beverages or mobile shelters, it was up to them.

Mu Qing extended a vine from his palm, swiftly peeling and smoothing it, then drilling holes to craft a finely made wooden flute.

Yet at this moment, this power was not enough for him to see it as a catastrophic danger. Instead, it was like a formidable warrior who had been silent for a long time. Xiao found it hard to understand—could it be that the Black Newt really was the clan of the Zhongxing Demon Tribe, as the rumors suggested?

As for the newcomers, they were like ducks with their throats pinched, utterly unable to control their bodies with their minds. Under immense pressure, they could only obey meekly.

In their place, the road widened further, lined with rows of neatly arranged construction sheds.

That otherworldly thief’s relentless heart did not die. Over two years, they repeatedly used their power to open rifts, either sending fierce beasts into the area or spreading plagues around. Fortunately, the natural order suppressed these forces. Most were subdued by the Three Sects and could not harm the surrounding lands.

After all, heterochromatic elves were exceedingly rare; most people might never see one in their lifetime. Now, two such elves appeared on a young man who looked about seventeen or eighteen, leaving many astounded.

As for those lawsuits, they would be put on hold for now. Over here in America, Chuan Yin and Hua Wei were at their wit’s end. Even back home, Old Joe believed that some leaders wouldn’t want the matter blown out of proportion.

Since his reincarnation, blessed with spiritual energy, Lei Chen had never felt so languid and content, reminiscent of countless early mornings in his past life’s youth when sunlight bathed his face, offering irresistible comfort.

The car glided smoothly along the avenue. The atmosphere inside was unusually quiet. Even Jin Siyu, usually lively and restless, now nestled obediently in Jian Rui’s arms, fast asleep.

Lo Jun, ever proud, was naturally more reluctant. Though he said he didn’t want Leng Zimo to send gifts, deep down, he truly wished for his presence—to prove that he too was a child with a father.

Because Qiu Zhixuan considered Yuanyuan’s feelings, she always forbade her son from calling him that way.

In such a heated atmosphere, how could people not go wild? Cheers and whistles nearly pierced the ears.

Jin Yehua said it had nothing to do with Tao Wanbai. Xie Yaqin wasn’t foolish enough to believe him, but since he didn’t speak, she wouldn’t actively dig up the past.

“He has already gone all in, Elders. If we let him forcibly advance and fall into the demonic path to harm the world, it’s better to kill him now!” One of the five elders said with ruthless determination.

Early that morning, she mysteriously summoned the French chef and began learning to cook. The kitchen was a mess, until Feng Chengjin arrived, held her in his arms, and patiently taught her step by step.

After emitting a sound like a mournful wail, the Thousand Layers Peak trembled slightly, then shattered unwillingly, breaking into countless specks of light that slowly drifted away with the wind.