Sword Immortal
Li Bai, who had written Xia Ke Xing, and this Great Demon Li Bai were clearly two different people. This girl's imagination was far too bizarre.
Li Bai shook his head with a smile. "Long story short, this isn't a place we should linger. Let's get out of here!"
He wasn't worried about alerting the tribesmen. Instead, he was a little concerned that the government artillerymen might suddenly deploy their guns faster than expected and fire a shell over without warning.
Apart from the fright, that would just be a waste of his money.
Did ordinary people have the means to eat a five-spice tea egg that cost $1,100?
"Right, right! Forget the Immortals and demons. Let's get out of here!"
Hao Han nodded repeatedly as he came to his senses, pulling Zeng Qi along as he hurried after Li Bai into the darkness of the night.
The longer they stayed, the more trouble could arise. This wasn't the place to talk. If those tribesmen spotted them, they might end up locked in cages again—and with two more people added to the count, that would be a real injustice.
There were four wooden cages. Two had been dismantled, one had been opened, and the last was still intact. The white youth inside had been jolted awake by Zeng Qi's scream. When he came to, he was startled to find that the two tribesmen guarding the cages had both become headless corpses.
At that very moment, some people were walking off into the distance. Three of them were the unfortunate trio who had been through the ordeal together earlier.
He hurriedly wriggled over to the cage like a maggot and shouted.
"Hey, hey! Help! Help! Help me!"
He didn't want to be left behind alone. Since he had a