Chapter 158: Little Loli Senior, you don

"Ji ji!"

With a sharp, piercing cry, the last wind-chasing rabbit near the teleportation array was slain by Lin Mo's sword.

"Explosion Core Technique!"

Lin Mo waved his hand, and the wind-chasing rabbit dissolved into spiritual energy.

Unfortunately, the last wind-chasing rabbit still did not drop a Golden Core.

Yet the harvest from this trip could already be called an extraordinary bounty.

Turning back to look at the green grassland, Lin Mo felt deeply satisfied.

Luo Ning seemed panicked and lost, spotting someone ahead without even assessing their cultivation level or recognizing Ling Rui, she rode her crane straight toward them for help.

A long-handled brush dipped into the jar, then smeared the brownish sauce evenly over the large slab of meat, layer by layer.

Wan Yongqiang bore no fewer than ten wounds, each one barely missing death, yet he had narrowly escaped them all.

Feeling the black qi gradually forming in his left palm, Mo Yuan's eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp gleam; he stared coldly at Wang Ye, a bizarre smile curling at his lips.

Upon hearing his conclusion, the atmosphere in the palace eased considerably, even a glimmer of hope appeared in Emperor William's gaze.

He hadn't expected Ma Xuerong to be so fierce—just as he was about to succeed, she suddenly pulled out a pair of scissors and stabbed him in the groin.

Of course, these casualties were counted only among those hit by lime; anyone struck by lime was considered wounded. Though this was a drill, some soldiers still got injured, and physicians treated the wounded while horse doctors cared for the horses—these were all inferior mounts, so Liu Bian didn't mind.

"Pick a time to invite her to my room and play those two songs on the piano for her…" Ling Xin silently watched her friend's profile, thinking.

"Your Majesty, should we order a citywide lockdown and raise everyone's vigilance?" The masked man's voice was hoarse, as if he were ill.

Recalling how, even at the final moment, his adoptive father had still thought of his brothers, yet now these very people sought to kill him.

Though accustomed to using his ability, Shi Feng Caoxi did not regard it as vital to his life; to him, it was merely a means to achieve his goals.

With his obsession released, Hou Tu's already illusory lingering consciousness grew even more transparent, as if it would vanish in the next second.

Xiao Xinyue felt the weight on her back lighten; gazing at Ming Tian's back, her large eyes instantly filled with tears.

All guessed that Bing'er might be emotionally unsettled due to Leng Mufeng's matter—this seemed perfectly understandable.

What Ming Tian intended to make was a Chinese dish, serving as staple food and requiring no special conditions: bamboo-tube steamed rice.

On the way, Li Wu Xu's blade movements were razor-sharp, yet he exerted no spiritual force at all—he simply stood still. Even hunters like Blood Leopard could not close in, and the ground around him was littered with corpses.

Yet he truly wished this dream would last forever, never waking—he feared that upon waking, everything would vanish into nothing.

Before Ping Xin could speak, six powerful auras suddenly surged into the Underworld, instantly transforming the entire realm.

In delight, he inscribed the Strong Law Rune, since each level increased skill power by ten percent—a rune essential for Elementalists.

Even with fire-based brute strength, it was nearly impossible to withstand the impact of landing on the back of the head; the fall sent blood spurting from Ming Tian's nose, leaving him dizzy and disoriented, barely avoiding unconsciousness.

That day, Leng Bingxin strolled through the streets of the imperial capital, just as she had in the past few days—the streets remained bustling and lively.

At this moment, no one noticed that at the end of the banquet, Chen Zongxi sat upright, gazing at the young man named Liao Boya, a faint shadow of concern flickering in his eyes.