Chapter 113: Request a Leave

Request a leave

You must understand that such a scene is rarely seen; most of the vegetables on Earth are grown in greenhouses—when would you ever witness such a magnificent sight?

Behind Situ Xing, the Kun fish seemed to reach some kind of limit; its black scales suddenly split open, and a creature shimmering with the essence of Kunpeng burst forth from his back.

As a result, Shen Bing’er nearly toppled the Emperor’s Son, prompting the Heavenly Emperor himself to lead his entire harem in a violent assault on the gate.

“Can’t even hold up yet? You’ve got it rough ahead,” Shangguan Qing said lazily as Lin Feng fled in panic, then turned his gaze back to the TV screen.

Lu Tian shook his head, refusing to dwell on these headache-inducing problems, slung his bag over his shoulder, picked up the Wu Huang blade, and stepped out the door.

Occasionally, players would come to cause trouble, but what could they accomplish against dozens of well-equipped players? If they dared to act, the consequences would be obvious.

Frederica was left speechless by Li Junhao’s sharp retort, her entire body flushing red—clearly provoked by Li Junhao.

Lu Yu nodded firmly; though he rarely drank alcohol, he picked up his cup and drained it in one gulp.

“Seems you know me pretty well—you even realize I’m a big threat. But your understanding of me is still too shallow; otherwise, you’d never have made the stupid mistake of ambushing me.” Lin Feng said mockingly.

The trees, once standing motionless, suddenly shimmered with light; their branches moved without wind, and thunderous roars erupted from the Sage Tree.

That day, Mu Yun shut down his computer and left Old Charlie’s office; since the plan began showing results, he’d insisted Old Charlie install an expensive computer primarily to establish contact with the outside world. Honestly, if not for the game assigning all players the identity of hardened criminals, he could’ve gotten himself out by now.

Ye Chuan watched Liu Zixuan closely following Ye Wanyin like a national treasure, and gently approached to ask if she was feeling unwell.

You don’t need to understand—it’s enough that you know I’m acting in your best interest; I can sleep soundly. Hou Zhifu’s confidence made Su Zijin feel deeply inadequate.

Uchiha Si understood Orochimaru’s meaning; as the time for the Yān Dùn to form stretched on, and its eventual success remained uncertain, the balance between them began to fracture—yet at this moment, Orochimaru hinted that he could compensate for this deficiency.

Perhaps, with her memories restored, Qin Lingxue had found, deep within her recollections, the possibility that her father was still alive?

Zhang Hong crouched slightly and carefully arranged the grapes neatly in the refrigerator drawer. Hearing a sound, he paused his actions, neglected etiquette, and opened the door.

But if she’d gone off with someone else… Chen Xiaowei couldn’t imagine what Wang Sichen’s mental state would be like.

Amidst this joy, she opened her eyes—but instead of Zhou Beishen, she saw Qi Mingyuan.

Su Zijin stared intently and noticed that the tenant farmers were subtly divided into three groups, presumably organized by village.

As those people chatted idly, a taxi pulled over to the roadside, drawing their attention.

Du Ruo was almost mesmerized; such an old rascal grew more captivating the longer the years passed, his aura deepening with time.

After composing herself, she looked at Lan Yuchen and the others and said, “Actually, you couldn’t possibly betray me—we’ve spent so much time together, and I know exactly what kind of people you are.”

With those words, Mo Huang suddenly swept his blade horizontally, unleashing a furious white sword beam that tore through the air, causing space itself to tremble once more.

Qin Shao nodded. “But is it alright to leave only the princess here?” he asked with a smile.

Back then, if not for using the [Shen Character] to amplify our mental power and forcibly imbue the entire ship with the [Zhou] enchantment to reinforce its hull, we would’ve been torn to shreds long ago.

He knew his own limitations—high-intervention mode did help a little, but its effect was minimal; for Bai Ying to truly shine in battle, he’d still need to lend covert support.

“The princess has been so warm today—it truly catches me off guard,” Ye Miaocheng said with a smile as she sat on the embroidered stool brought by Aunt Cao, her eyes twinkling as she gazed at Ye Qingcheng. She always felt a faint unease.

When facing scum like this, Mu Ximò always believed there was no need for lengthy arguments; regardless of whether Mo Lingran’s hatred toward Lan Yuchen stemmed from a misunderstanding, he had already attacked Linda—and that was unforgivable.

After much deliberation, the only viable solution was to appeal to emotion and convince the black cat to stay voluntarily—in short, a seduction plan.

“No! I’d never be as foolish as you, pushing someone else toward him! I’ll learn this man’s qin-playing art, then go find Yingyuan—I’ll help him break the Demon Realm and become the very person he’s been searching for!” the Peach Fairy gazed at Banxia, her eyes filled with longing.

He was good-looking enough—not strikingly handsome, but certainly not ugly. Of course, Liu Zhang had little interest in men; unless someone was grotesquely ugly, he couldn’t remember them.

At this point, Qin Beiyang panicked; Jiuse spewed a series of glazing fireballs and attacked the giant wolf’s chest and abdomen with its antlers.

The Black Panther narrowed his eyes, his gaze growing colder; clearly, Shang before had inflicted much suffering on Banxia, and now he still clung to it—this man must not be allowed to live.

What amused and frustrated Lu Qingqing most was Zhong’s stubborn insistence on staying in the pottery team; eventually, she reluctantly assigned him as an ordinary member of the patrol unit.

Banxia was momentarily stunned; seeing the peach tree inside, he couldn’t help but recall the nearby, slightly hoarse confession he had once whispered to her.

With the first success, the enthusiasm of all the demons was fully ignited; they rushed forward to take the test, as if delaying even a moment might cost them their chance.

“What do you think of this one?” the team leader said bluntly, pulling out a purple-red sweet potato still caked in mud.