Chapter 152: Name
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Shen Zhongzhu’s stalled consciousness slowly stirred. His eyes did not open gradually; instead, they snapped open suddenly, his gaze instantly locking onto Su Yuanbai, who was crouched before him.
Shen Zhongzhu’s pupils instinctively contracted. He slammed both hands against the ground, propelling his body swiftly backward into the air.
“Do you recognize me?” Su Yuanbai asked calmly, looking up at Shen Zhongzhu as he retreated.
In Su Yuanbai’s hazy memories, he had never encountered this pale-faced man in such a state.
Yefeng produced the Flower Soul Grass, which, after days of training, had grown enough to transform into a whip-like vine.
The crowd erupted in cheers. Lin Luo’s face flushed with anger, while Yefeng remained indifferent, like a carefree ‘salted fish’ who paid no mind to others’ words, unaffected in the slightest.
Daminzi, watching his opponents fall and the grenade fragments explode inside his room, chuckled and crawled inside.
Quan Shaoting heard a familiar voice and turned his head to see Ouyang Lei isolated by police behind a barricade. He nodded calmly in acknowledgment.
“Look, these people came before and have become dried corpses. So, boss, you just stay out here and don’t go inside,” Fox explained to Yefeng.
“Old man, what do you think we should do?” I asked in panic. The aura emanating from these corpses matched that of a top-tier Red Fiend; with such numbers, I knew I was no match.
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‘Linnan Street’ was the old district. Later, as the city expanded north and east, it grew sixfold, giving rise to the modern S City.
Endless fear surged like a breached dam, completely occupying Gong Shien’s heart, causing her emotions to spiral out of control.
Just as his four-times scope aimed above the heads of those two players, a burst of orange flames engulfed them, leaving behind only two boxes after the fire dissipated.
Yefeng’s internal vitality circulated, fiery red energy coiling around his body, making him radiate intense heat.
Yet, seeing Du Feng’s puzzled face as he turned to look at her, the words she wanted to speak faltered on her lips.
The disciple’s back ached from labor, while the two younger sisters sat on distant tree stumps, enjoying the breeze and the scenery, chatting about life.
He threw the wooden stick back into the forest. Without Du Feng’s command, Du Taro’s sturdy four legs sprinted into the woods and retrieved the stick.
“Senior, are you Mr. Huo?” Yan Feng asked politely, noticing he ignored her but not wanting to be rude.
Silver bells jingled at his waist; the wind stirred the grass, low and close to the earth as it passed silently. He lifted his bowl and took a single sip.
“We’re currently using these to fasten the bamboo. We don’t have nails, so in times like this, we have to rely on the most common wild vine—the Nine Dragon Vine,” Du Feng explained to the viewers in the live stream.
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The vulture’s words about “just needing someone to make her take it” applied only to Liu Yun here, who was the only one qualified to administer medicine to Guo Li.
A smile curved Liu Yun’s lips; this rule seemed tailor-made for him.
But seeing the screen filled with dazzling fireworks effects and fleeting declarations of love, he knew this was undoubtedly something very expensive.
Ashun had just finished harvesting nearby fruit and looked up, sighing upon seeing the two still clinging together.
Qi Ye didn’t ask, sensing faintly that George would say something to anger him.
Qi Ye’s disdain ignited a quarrel between two men whose combined ages topped fifty, and Qi Ye was powerless against this second uncle.
“Losing isn’t shameful, but if you lose, lose without regrets!” Long Chen spoke again.
As Liu Ji approached, Yang Qiao gradually discerned the shape of the dragon vein—a young azure dragon, scaled all over, its eyes like two yellow lanterns. It hovered between reality and illusion; each scale and muscle seemed to embody the fundamental truths of heaven and earth, containing the unfathomable laws of the sovereign path.