Volume 1, Chapter 57: Steel Wire Rope

"Second Aunt, let's just have something simple for breakfast, you don't need to cook anything extra!" Wang Dong hurriedly lifted the door curtain and called out to his Second Aunt.

Jiang Lingxi seemed to notice his gaze and looked over as well. Then, as if discovering something, she straightened up and walked toward him.

After some unknown amount of time, everyone saw that the monsters in the flames had all vanished. Hermione and the other two immediately hurried over to the edge of the blazing domain. As the fire gradually dissipated, Luke stepped out.

Lin Tang spoke with complete self-assurance. Whether Jiang Lingxi was too shy to argue with him or simply tacitly agreed with his statement, she merely cast a bashful, reproachful glare at him and said no more when the younger sister and the boss brought over two bowls of noodles.

"The general of the Wind Dog Kingdom who is leading the southern campaign against the Wolf Kingdom is Hutietu, hailed as the foremost warrior of the North. This man is brave, skilled in warfare, and has commanded troops for decades. He has dominated the northern lands with few rivals. His current invasion of the Wolf Kingdom has forced them back step by step, which is a clear testament to his peerless military genius.

The Second Chieftain, Old Wolf, was formerly the second-in-command of Tiger Head Stronghold. After betraying his own chieftain, he fled with his brothers to Bone Stronghold and became its second-in-command.

Cheng Qinghuan looked at the fruits in the basket. Every single one of them was plump and fresh, some covered with leaves to shield them from the scorching sun. Beneath the tender green leaves, bright red fruits peeked out, looking utterly tempting.

Wenren Gu felt an instinctive, bone-deep dread toward Li Zhun, and thus obediently approached him to pay her respects.

He silently grumbled to himself. After a little while, Jiang Lingxi apparently found that posture uncomfortable again. She shifted her body, lifted his left arm that had been wrapped around her waist, brought it back around from behind, hugged it with both of her own arms, rested her head on his shoulder, and continued watching the movie.

"Why?" Gu Shanting was not very familiar with the situation of those three shareholders, so she found Lu Ningyuan's approach a bit difficult to understand.

Some of the artillery shells exploded right above their heads, sending a shower of wood splinters flying. Their helmets were blown to pieces, and their heads were covered in blood, yet miraculously their lives were spared.

At this point, they could no longer fly and plummeted straight down to the ground in a dense swarm. Even then, they were still using their feet to desperately push themselves forward and crawl.

"Hmph, but what can you do to me? Let me show you this move of mine!" With that, Old Man Gan let out a booming shout and leaped high into the air. Then, springing forward fiercely with his left hand striking and his right fist punching, he charged straight at Chunhua.

Feng Yifeng felt as though his eyes were filled with the flashing glint of knives and swords, while a chilling, deathly coldness seemed to seep all over his body.

"Hehe, making a trade with humans won't work, but trading your spiritual cultivation divine artifact just about cuts it!" Tang Zeng said, smiling brightly as he gazed at the divine artifact in the king's hand.

After coming out, Swordsman found that there were still some dragon bloodstains on his body, so he simply jumped back in to wash himself off once more before finally stepping out.

It had to be said that there was indeed a certain tacit understanding between the two of them. The moment Song Duanwu finished speaking, Mo Qingyan already understood what he meant by "not just that."

Meanwhile, a chubby fellow with his pants hanging loosely took a massive stride forward. He spat out the word "I," but his mouth froze midway through pronouncing the vowel, staying stuck in that wide-open shape. His eyes bulged as he stared blankly at Tang Zeng, frozen like a statue.

Lian Yuncheng looked at Yuxu's bloodshot eyes, and his heart softened. After all, he was still a man who valued old bonds and sentiments. Moreover, in his eyes, Yuxu had always been merely a pawn of Daoist Wuwei, someone who had simply been deceived.

A long speech filled with sound reasoning and solid evidence tumbled out from Swordsman's mouth. The Pet Fairy nodded repeatedly, falling deep into thought.

"Haha! Is there anyone in this world that this prince cannot afford to offend? This prince spitting on you is doing you a favor, you ignorant and audacious wretch!" Yuan Yang barked angrily, preparing to hurl another glob of spit.