Chapter 499: Li Lanying

Deep night, beneath a dim yellow streetlamp.

A parked Mercedes glowed with xenon headlights, piercing the night. In the driver's seat sat a woman, her face unseen.

She was studying Jiang Nian through the car window, at a distance.

"Mm."

Jiang Nian stepped forward, seeing his class monitor dressed this way, he couldn't help but glance twice, thinking: She's naturally born to wear clothes.

In comparison, his own outfit was plain.

Jeans and a black down jacket—fine.

Unaware, they had walked ten thousand li before reaching the Divine Tree. Upon arriving, Jiugong and Liu Qing were instantly drawn to its radiance—the blinding light emanating from hundreds of divine essences blooming along its branches.

On my side, I could at most summon a common legendary control field, then trap us all with a vast number of divine magical beasts.

That was the Duke's personal troop—they needed no merit, nor would they compete with others. Perhaps they were just passing through? The Duke's domain never said the enemy was strong enough to require Unicorn Knights' aid.

This standard applies only to athletes for performance enhancement; rehabilitation training is not included.

"My lord, I was wrong—I treated it like a task, like a business deal." Qiu Xuanji immediately apologized. He realized his mindset was off; if he kept this up, he'd become a drifter.

I won't go back with you, I won't be tamed into a pet beast… Xuan Hu struggled to break free from Ling Yunruo's embrace, but he had not an ounce of strength left.

Instinctively shielding her eyes from the glare, through her eyelids, Hehuan saw a familiar face—a person she detested beyond measure: Chen Jinhua.

This darkness could reach deep into the soul, fully excavating her inner shadows.

When the clock struck 4:05, the judging panel immediately announced the match's start—the first to compete was China's men's archery team.

Sanxing Town, including mechanical soldiers, had 25,000 troops. As defenders, with ample weapons, they needed only about one-tenth the enemy's numbers.

"Two or three steps—I'm unhappy. Not one step." Fang Jianzhi glared fiercely at the humble Santana before him, sneered, turned his back without a word, and returned to the hotel to keep drinking.

Ye Han's face flushed with embarrassment; he fumbled to support Han Yan's slender waist as they sat up in an extremely intimate posture.

At the heart of Hongmeng City stood a black, majestic palace over two hundred million kilometers tall—this was the main hall of Hongmeng Palace, where the Human Race's Axe Founder and the Eighteen Cosmic Lords now gathered.

The Blind Monk slammed the floor hard; the Warrior's health plummeted again. Another basic attack took away the last sliver of his health.

"Two thousand two hundred Gene Warriors, one thousand five hundred Level-Three Gene Warriors." Zhang Zihao checked his private records—the list given to him by Juechen and others; these individuals still showed potential for further evolution.

He didn't know if fate had arranged it, but he ignored traffic laws, pulled out his phone with one hand, and dialed the number that had been unreachable for nine years.

Seeing the crocodile fall for it, Ye Han exhaled slightly—he'd been gambling: betting the bushes had no eyes, betting the crocodile couldn't react in time. If the two kept chasing him like this, he doubted he could survive.

The group continued drinking. Li Kui refused to yield to Lu Da, clinking large bowls with him. The liquor was low-alcohol—only three to five percent—and they drank bowl after bowl.

Now was no time to argue over this. Zhang Zihao didn't hesitate—just a mud pit. He dove straight in.

After flying all the way to the sea, Li Sen found the coastline no longer the barren beach of old, but a bustling, crowded, noisy place teeming with activity.