Chapter 33: Waiting for Her Death to Begin Savoring the Delight

“I’ve been looking,” Xu Ying said earnestly. “I’ve been asking the little sand rats; their range is wide, and they’re well-informed.”
“I can understand what the little sand rats say. They told me the vultures headed southeast, where large animals gather around a temporary lake.”

“You can understand animals? I could say I understand aliens!” Chen Danyan said skeptically. “You’re not just making this up to get through the mission, are you?”

“Yes, I am.”

Under the blood-red dusk, Li Mu sat heavily to one side, his body covered in countless cracks like fragile glass about to shatter. His spirit slumped within the image of the azure lotus, teetering on the edge of collapse. The faint azure energy within the lotus worked tirelessly to heal the wounds of his spirit.

When the Whitebeard Pirates rescued Ace, Qing Zhi had immediately frozen the bay’s surface, trapping Whitebeard’s ships inside.

Yet, during a campaign, there’s no guarantee of abundant high-quality feed like beans, bran, or grains for the warhorses; mostly, they get coarse fodder—grass. Now, when the warhorses saw the fragrant yellow soybeans, how could they not be ravenous?

The Flying Feather Sword sliced and chopped as if through thin air. None of the French players could withstand my second strike; most were instantly killed by the first.

Suddenly snapping back to reality, the old serpent woman’s face turned deathly pale, her expression shifting continuously. Her eyes twitched violently, almost making Su Yan spit blood with anger.

Whether she had fallen into slumber or left Dragon Island, it didn’t matter; this gave Fang Tietang an opportunity.

Miao Tian fought alone against four powerful foes, his immense aura so overwhelming that not a single soldier among the thousand city guards could approach even an inch.

Jin Se’s skill with the zither was indeed remarkable, immersing listeners in the scene as if they were truly there. Listening to her play was a pleasure.

After sending Lü Bu’s army away, I patiently awaited news of Lü Bu’s conquest of Zhang Lu.

“Hey, what are you saying? You’re such a flirt—ugh!” Li Yueze scolded Su Yan sternly, but before he could finish, Su Yan grabbed him, clamped a hand over his mouth, and tossed him aside.

“Alright then. That place looks more suitable for concealment. Let’s go watch this great melee there. Let’s go.” Ouyang Jue glanced toward the spot pointed out by Qingtianzhu, a place perfect for spectating, nodded, and said.

All of it poured into my body, allowing me to endure hundreds of years of cultivation, for I am the last destined to become the Nine-Tailed Fox. This is what they trust most.

I don’t know whether to love her or keep my distance. After all, this is not my world; I will return eventually.

Hearing that arrival, the villagers’ faces darkened. Though they worried for the newcomer’s safety, they worried more for their own. They had barely persuaded the monster to leave them alone, and now they wanted to provoke it again? So everyone urged caution.

To Su Shun and Xianfeng, the moment the imperial decree arrived, Zeng Guofan could immediately head to Changsha and begin organizing the local militias.

From the perspective of the audience and Nangong Rou, the entire sky seemed engulfed in raging flames—a fiery silhouette.

“But Big Sister brought me here. I need to greet her first,” Wulu Xieyin relented upon hearing Yanwu’s words, wanting to say hello to Jiang Sijia before leaving.

As soon as he spoke, Hua Yue’s expression turned pale and uneasy. “Young master, Jiaoyue—” She stopped halfway, seeing Wen Yuko’s calm face. Her excitement suddenly faded, leaving her at a loss for words.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I thought you had a Valentine’s gift for me. Turns out you didn’t. Good thing I didn’t come,” Nie Wanluo said lightly as she walked away, drawing back the heavy curtains. Evening lights flickered on, and under the veil of fine rain, City S exuded a cool, quiet elegance from within and without.