Chapter 317: Ambush

When Lin Xiaolu stepped across an intersection following the route she sensed, a feeling like a thorn in her back made her suddenly stop.

"Wait!"

She shouted, almost instinctively standing on one foot, then retreating while condensing a magic bullet and throwing it in front of herself—

——"Thud!"

The sudden explosion made Mint and Bai Jingxuan, standing behind, instinctively raise their hands to block the airflow.

"Huff..."

After Leng Che returned, Ningxia told him about her day's experiences; it wasn't to gossip, but since she would definitely stay here for a while, she needed to let Leng Che understand what kind of people the neighbors were so they could get along later.

----The air of immortality and Daoist grace in his every gesture and movement made him seem like someone who had lived for hundreds of years and viewed everything with detachment.

Leng Che said nothing; instead, he fell silent for a moment, then suddenly took the child's hand and slapped it down with a "pa!" sound.

Yang Jiu curled up on the bed, tears streaming endlessly, covering her abdomen. The imperial physicians arrived almost simultaneously, rushing into the inner chamber one after another to administer acupuncture and treat her.

"Who are you?" It was normal for Mo Xilang not to recognize him; he had been gone for eighteen years. Even if they had known each other before, over a decade had passed, and his appearance had changed somewhat.

"Brother Beijue, I hate it so much. When I was locked in the death prison, Ye Lancao even went into the heavenly prison to humiliate me," Pei Xier cried out, complaining.

Wei Jiani had already run over. Seeing Tang Yuxin enter with a man carrying many bags, although she did not yet know what was inside the bags, she could already smell the faint fragrance in the air.

"If you don't say, how can I believe you truly have no ulterior motives?" Gong Lingxiao was still not at ease. There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world; to gain something, one must pay a corresponding price. Moreover, he and Song Liang were not related by blood or friendship; how could Song Liang possibly provide help without charge?

The person Wei Xiang did not recognize; the only thing she recognized was the jade crown and dragon robe the person wore, which was exactly the attire of the Emperor of Pilin State. He looked to be around thirty years old, yet he addressed Helan Chen as "Sixth Brother."

The root cause was not that these geniuses had too little knowledge, nor that their talent and aptitude were insufficient, but rather that they lacked luck. A slight variation in the cultivation method could lead to a thousand miles of error; a single misstep could result in severe injury at best, or demonic deviation and falling into a state of eternal damnation at worst.

Tiger Mountain stretched for thousands of li, like a prostrate fierce tiger roaring loudly. Magical beasts roamed throughout it; the chirping of insects, the singing of birds, and the roaring of beasts filled the air, endless and overwhelming.

Wrapped by lips that were hot, moist, and full of suction, Gao Deng sighed in comfort.

Zhou Qingyun smelled the fragrance of the pills and saw the five-colored rosy clouds above the alchemy furnace, revealing an expression of disbelief. Smelling the medicinal scent, the result of the refining was obviously not bad, exceeding his expectations; the appearance of the five-colored rosy clouds shocked him even more.

Better to use the ace card! Aji, who had intended to send out the Feraligatr, gave up on that choice. If released, due to the type suppression of the Blastoise, even if victory was achieved, it would likely take quite some time.

Perhaps others could not see the clue, but Gao Deng recognized it immediately; this gesture was the Scroll of Insight and Knowledge—the symbol of the God of Knowledge, Ioan. Since the God of Knowledge had few followers in the Material Plane and was not enthusiastic about various festivals and preaching rituals, few people recognized this gesture.

Facing Principal Li's harsh questioning, Du Kunpeng dared not refute a single word, only answering "Yes" repeatedly, and before he knew it, fine beads of sweat had already oozed from his forehead.

The Thracian Sarado left all the girls in the city breathless in admiration—the words of praise for this gladiator carved on a wall in the city of Pompeii.

Seeing Zhongnan remain silent, Aji knew exactly what he meant. He patted his shoulder, shouldered his long-unused backpack, stood up, walked out the main gate, and vanished into the endless wind and snow.