36 Counterattack

Li Xiaoxiao glanced at Lin Qiu, who was sitting to the side watching over the child.

Ever since that conversation with her mother, Lin Qiu seemed to have found clarity. She no longer concerned herself with other matters; even when Guo Jingyi and Guo Zhiyuan came looking for her twice, she refused to see them.

Lin Qiu had indeed come to terms with things. She had grown up in the countryside and endured the famine of her childhood, a time when no one had enough to eat and people had even resorted to trading their children for food just to survive. Who could afford to care for anyone else? She herself had once been nearly sold.

As for the temporal images left behind by the Heaven-Conquering Seal, it did not harm Ye Feng in the slightest if his followers learned of them. He knew that even if the whole world turned against him, those people would never raise a hand to hurt him.

Although Ye Feng’s condition was not critical, it was far from good. To prevent aggravating his injuries, he dared not move recklessly.

"Just a passerby in your life. Haven't you seen enough people with good looks and great figures?" Yun Feiyu countered, walking toward the kitchen to prepare his own dinner.

For this underground world, it made little difference whether night fell or not. Lin Yu and the others settled down to sleep; since the sun could not reach them here, they simply slept until they woke up naturally.

As for those wind blades, Xu Tangran merely glanced at them and gave them no further thought, letting them strike his body without resistance.

Lin Yu dared not meet the attack head-on. He retreated instantly, drawing the God-Demon Sword and thrusting it forward in one fluid motion.

Following the booming question, Xiu Ming did not receive the expected response. Looking around, most people were stunned, especially Yao Tie, who wore an expression of utter bewilderment.

To call them giants was not entirely accurate. These massive energy beings possessed human-like forms, yet they resembled mutated beasts, with many parts of their bodies still retaining animalistic features.

"Fine, if you insist on handling this yourself, I won't interfere. However, I’ve heard the Yanyue Sect is holding some sort of 'Five Peaks Martial Tournament' recently. Are you aware of it?" asked Lei Yang.

Niming lay weakly on the bed. He had lost his way and wondered if everything he had done over these many years was truly worth it.

Xiao Qi exchanged a few more pleasantries before rising to leave, understanding that his presence would only disturb the atmosphere of the noodle shop.

This term "rat" did not refer to the animal, but rather to the fact that Zhang Huaiyi hid everything, unable to open his heart or be honest with others.

"What's so hard about five minutes?" Yan Shijing recalled Chen Xueer's tone and decided to stand her ground.

If only he had known this would happen, he should have brought his master's "Seek and Find" talisman with him when he descended the mountain.

"No, I don't think I will fully join the Elite GUTS team. Just let me be an auxiliary member. Once things settle down here, I will head out to explore the universe. You know, I am the number one treasure hunter in the galaxy."

At that moment, seeing all three sisters overcome with such intense emotion, he felt helpless and filled with a sense of grievance.

It was precisely this realization that caused him so much confusion, leaving him drifting between clarity and bewilderment.

Asking himself honestly, if he were in Xu Fu's shoes, he feared he would also try every possible means to escape this place of trouble.

Li Ming retreated with lightning speed, his brows furrowed. He had expected that his Formless Sword Qi would struggle to kill this sow, but he had not anticipated that it would leave only a shallow scratch less than an inch long.

Uncle Dong felt his vision darken. He looked exactly as Old Man Dong had just a moment before.

After dragging Zhao Fei into the classroom, Dean Finrig gave a rough introduction of Zhao Fei’s name and strength. When he mentioned that Zhao Fei was a mage, the Dean seemed so afraid the students wouldn't believe him that he repeated it twice.

Well, for the remainder of my European tour, I spent most of my time with Sister Song. I must say, she is incredibly thick-skinned. Even someone as clumsy as I could sense the resentment from the two men around us, yet Sister Song remained completely at ease, talking and playing as she pleased, never once caring about their feelings.