The air in the Star Dou Great Forest was damp, carrying a mingled scent of rotting vegetation and fresh earth.
Sunlight was sliced into countless fragments by the layers of enormous canopies overhead, scattering sparsely across the ground and forming mottled patches of light and shadow.
All around them came the endless chirping of insects and the low growls of unknown beasts.
Heh, the air out in the wild really had some kick.
It smelled much better than the sweat stench of those little brats at the academy.
Han Yuchen walked at the very front of the group, holding Little White Fox in his arms.
His Pinduoduo nine-yuan-nine-free-shipping cloth shoes stepped on the soft fallen leaves without making a sound.
His whole body seemed like a feather, blending into the primeval forest.
Four "bodyguards" followed at the rear of the group.
Flender, Master, Zhao Wuji, and that icy beauty who seemed to radiate cold air from head to toe, Leng Yuebai.
Flender cleared his throat, his duck-like voice sounding particularly jarring in the silent forest.
"Listen up!"
"From now on, this is your battlefield—and your dining hall."
"Unless you encounter a life-threatening crisis that you cannot handle, the four of us will not intervene."
He pushed up the crystal glasses on his nose. His gaze swept over the Shrek Seven Devils before finally settling on that leisurely figure at the front.
"Your prey and your battles will be decided by yourselves."
"Han Yuchen, you'll be in charge of command."
It's here.
They've finally handed me the wheel.
If Dai Mubai, that musclehead with a simple brain, keeps charging around blindly, this team will crash sooner or later.
Han Yuchen did not even turn around. He merely lazily raised a hand in acknowledgment.
That utterly natural attitude made Zhao Wuji's mouth