Sima Youyue flew up to the treetop. When she turned around, she saw Shi Qianzhi and Shi Qiushuang standing outside.
After Lin Xiu finished speaking, he ignored the furious villagers and walked over to the cross. He yanked the rope nailed to it and dragged the black cat away.
I timidly glanced at that violent maniac. He looked at me thoughtfully, as though something was troubling him, a hint of conflict flickering in his eyes. I quickly withdrew my gaze and reached out to grab the unfinished chicken leg, stuffing it into my mouth. I should just eat properly. I was still growing, so I couldn't let these worries affect my health.
At the same time, two other people attacked from either side. One targeted the upper body, while the other targeted the lower body. When facing enemies whose strength was unknown, the rules of the martial world meant nothing. Only defeating the opponent counted as victory.
One of the Yellow Turban bandits, a burly man holding a massive hammer and wearing a murderous expression, could no longer wait and stepped forward.
Song Wan'er also spotted a cold-faced man. Despite the freezing weather, he wore only a white brocade robe, making her look at him several more times.
Sima Youyue pulled out the last sheet of paper and looked it over. It was filled with medicinal herbs that were needed. As she read down the list, her heart grew increasingly alarmed.
The golden-red Southern Bright Li Fire burned quietly like gangrene attached to the bone. In almost the blink of an eye, it burned through Demon God Mephisto's magical barrier, forcing him to cast magical barriers again and again. He had no time to chant any other spells.
The golden dragon Makasha paid no attention to the gazes of the