Chapter 646: The Most Brutal Battle

While still on the green phoenix's back, Xiao Yu had used "Spirit Seeking and Meridian Locating" to detect a great river to the southeast.

At that time, the river was over a hundred li away from them.

It was fairly distant.

The green phoenix flew at incredible speed when fleeing; a single turn might bring them there in an instant.

But the green phoenix, terrified out of its wits, seemed not to hear her—or heard and ignored her.

Xiao Yu then leapt off the bird's back and used the dragon clan's cloud-riding technique.

"Oh, look at you, smiling so sweetly. Ever since you found out Xiao Menglou is alive, you've been giving that sweet, heart-melting smile to everyone—don't you know how many poor men at the Moon Hospital have misunderstood and been hurt by you?" Meng Siti sneered.

When these two war behemoths first appeared on the Tiancheng battlefield, nearly every soldier present knew the tide of battle would shift dramatically in short order. The Dark Wing Federation troops cheered and raised their arms, while the Earth warriors grew grim, sensing the arrival of doom.

"Hey, baby, why the rush? It's just an engagement, not a wedding!" Peter said dismissively over the phone.

Tan Hongzhu, stunned into silence, finally came to her senses, thanked Mu Yao, ran to Sang Wan, and could no longer suppress her fear—she burst into tears.

Cui Feng stood at the cave entrance, where a faint infant's cry drifted out, mingled with the scent of rust and mildew. Vines and weeds grew along the edge, and moss clung thickly to the stones—no living soul had set foot here in a long time.

Days passed one by one, and Lu Tong's long-awaited good days were finally arriving. He began suffering sleepless nights, sometimes dreaming he had consummated his marriage with Fei Liangyan. But then Sun Changjiang would suddenly appear before his bed, staring at him, drenched in blood. Lu Tong would wake in terror and could not sleep again.

The thought of participating in the nation's bioengineering development filled Mu Yao with waves of excitement.

"Back then, I saw you were so popular, and I feared you'd forget about Wudang, so I went ahead on my own," Leng Jianfeng said awkwardly.

Peng Mo leaned against the wall, with no room to retreat, glaring at him. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, her cherry lips were covered by two warm lips, followed by a fierce invasion.

What did "future sister-in-law" even mean? Did she truly, deep down, accept Wang Xuanlong as her big brother? Li Mengsi was stunned by her own internal mockery.

If Fan Chen and Ye Sheng hadn't held him back tightly, he would have rushed over again to try—though that black line was extremely dangerous, and even now, recalling it filled him with trembling dread.

Leng Zirui also knew well that this time, Leng Zimo had been driven to desperation and resorted to such extreme measures.

Not only could she plant timber trees, but also apricot trees—she learned this not from medical texts, but from her father, who told her when she thought she'd never farm. She wondered why he'd bother telling her such things, but now she saw that knowing more was useful—perhaps one day it would come in handy.

Amid lush, green mountains, occasional low roars of beasts echoed. As the roars spread, the space suddenly split open a fissure, and three figures stepped slowly out—Lin Xiu and his two companions, who had emerged from Dong Island.

Even a dead camel is bigger than a horse; the fallen warlords scattered overseas, some going into business, others living quietly in retirement.

Xiao Yu stood frozen in place, her blood seeming to congeal, turning to frost, her eyes wide with shock.

"During the time I was in Hong Kong, did he go to Los Angeles?" Su Yao asked Jiang Yusheng, as if unwilling to give up.

Without causing any sense of horror, the "ghost infant" exchanged further dreams with Pang Yan. Sensing Pang Yan's kindness was genuine, it voiced its question: why wouldn't Pang Yan eat it?