With a hum, a vortex appeared in the void and swallowed all the strange beasts in the blink of an eye.
After hearing Li Yang's words, Bai Qiu instead launched into a string of complaints, even blaming Tan Weike.
After the roots withdrew from his body, Li Yang, who had held himself rigid without daring to move at all, finally breathed a sigh of relief. He also looked back to check on Lian Hen and found that the roots wrapped around him had likewise withdrawn. Yet Lian Hen seemed unaware of this and still had not woken.
Leaning back against the ox cart, Da Niu was not gnawing on dried meat as carefreely as Hei Wa. He was much smarter than Hei Wa.
On his way back to the residence, Wang Xingxin was still imagining how Zhangsun Xiu had arranged for the household to welcome him. Would there be lanterns and decorations, a grand banquet, or several rows of people congratulating their victorious count in unison?
It licked the blood from the corners of its mouth, then turned and crawled toward another man dressed in gray.
The demon spirits immediately burst into an uproar. Ning Luo rarely made exceptions to the rules, yet Lian Haiping had enough standing to take along anyone he pleased. Clearly, Ning Luo valued Lian Haiping far more than them.
As he formed the awkward hand seals, the spiritual energy inside Li Yang stirred in accordance with them, surged out through his fingers, and entered the object before him in a peculiar form.
The question put Cheng Chumo in a very difficult position. On one side was his own father, and on the other was his good friend. It was far too difficult for him. While Cheng Chumo was struggling with his dilemma, Wang Xingxin asked