Chapter 350

"Left, left! That small one—don't let it get away!"

"Watch right! Again? Deliberately taking hits?"

"..."

Lin Mo, seated on the stone bench, felt utterly at ease, slowly restoring his condition while activating the Six Roots of Heavenly Water to direct Long A and the others in the arena.

Several body-cultivator paper dolls stood guard before him.

Yu Linglong, visibly irritated by the commands, let out a cold snort:

"Stop wasting—"

Since the Five Bandits of the Southwest last uncovered the Bermuda incident for Chen Chen, Chen Chen had rewarded them generously with numerous elixirs; by current calculations, the Five Bandits of the Southwest, after taking the elixirs, should be but a hair's breadth away from Golden Core.

"Not tiring at all, not tiring at all. You two chat—I'm off to the kitchen." As he left, he cast a glance at Luo Junkai.

With nightfall, the area grew brightly lit; streets that should have been deserted now saw men constantly pacing back and forth.

"Bring the crossbow!" the Second Prince ordered. The crossbow's power surpassed that of the bow; with a sharp *whoosh*, the bolt pierced the beast's left eye.

Suddenly, five piercing sounds rang out; Fang Bai infused a trace of true qi into the Transparent Sword, summoning a half-zhang-long sword aura.

He found it amusing and asked me: "Does being a guest mean you don't pay? If you're the one footing the bill, what's wrong with me being hungry for it?" With that, he picked up chopsticks and shoved a dumpling into his mouth.

Su Ruanmei climbed straight onto her bed upon returning to Chunxi Palace; Yao Yao and Feihong chatted outside for a while, then entered the palace and shut the door.

Zu Long Mountain, Bai Xiang Long stared at the announcement posted by the Heavenly Mechanism Tower, his heart still trembling with lingering dread.

Yan Zhi, pressed by Su Ruanmei's inquiry, gave an indefinite time; Su Ruanmei then leaned close and whispered a few words to Yan Zhi, who nodded slightly in assent.

Honestly, combining both tasks today felt pretty good. If future tasks followed this pattern, I might even tolerate these damn assignments.

She didn't think Ning Fan was suicidal; judging from his actions just now, Ning Fan was clearly not a fool.

After a long separation, the two friends strolled along the eastern lake shore, exchanging updates, filled with emotion and sighs.

Yang Hongfan and his officers held the line; Lady Zhang, clad in armor, beat the war drum atop the city wall, directing the battle below.

The Second Imperial Son-in-Law wielded his iron trident; the Third Imperial Son-in-Law, an iron spear; the Fourth Imperial Son-in-Law and the others, all long spears.

The old man now glared darkly at Ning Fan; Ning Fan had shattered his Hai Mansion's gate plaque before countless witnesses and slaughtered so many of its people—this was a blatant slap to his face.

"Heh, now that's more like it." Long Yichen smiled, then opened his mouth wide, sucking all the purple-red flames into his abdomen.

Sato Keiko glared furiously at the warrior, but opened her mouth and found nothing to say—after all, he was now a useless wreck, his words carrying no weight.

Regarding the details of the light sword, Bo Xian couldn't recall clearly, only vaguely sensing that it was extremely powerful.

Shui Shui spoke calmly, reflecting on herself: "More people have their advantages too. Back then, it was too urgent—I'll be more careful in the future."

Yuan Qiuhua said: "For writing, I sit by the dim lamp and ancient Buddha, undisturbed by worldly matters—I can forget meals, forget sleep. It makes me forget everything, focused only on this tiny space! One day without writing, my fingers itch; one day without writing, I feel something missing; one day without writing, I'm unsatisfied."

Qin Luofan's eyes flickered with pain; he opened his mouth, but tasted only bitterness, unsure where to begin.

The result of drinking too much whip soup was that two grown men spent the night burning hot, barely avoiding nosebleeds.