51. The Three Animals

The mermaid's ice-blue eyes gazed up at her from the surface of the water, then he swam swiftly to her feet. Raising his entire upper body out of the water, droplets slid down his cheeks as his webbed fingers extended to hook around Ruan Li's ankle.

"Li..."

Compared to his human form, his pronunciation and articulation were heavy yet vague, his ethereal tone barely allowing his voice to be understood.

Nearby, a white crane waded through the water on two straight legs, holding its long neck high as it let out a clear—

This man was none of us other than Jun Haoran, the head of the Jun family, and also the father of Xi Kesie. Following closely behind Jun Haoran was an elderly man, none other than Elder Feng, who had faithfully served by his side for many years.

After thoroughly disguising Fan Tuan to the point of unrecognizability and wrapping the five men together in black cloth, Yao Beibei told him to lead the five men and set off immediately. She, along with Blue Lotus Fire, Yu Miyin, and Chen Jiamiao, followed closely behind.

Yun Ni nodded in a hurry and left alongside Da Niu. Jinxiu led Yunxia and quickly hurried home. In the Wu family's courtyard, the gathered crowd pondered for a moment; some headed back to their homes, while others went toward the Liu family's side to see what the commotion was about. Granny Zhao, being advanced in years, thought it over and decided she should go take a look anyway—perhaps she could lend a hand.

As the horizon just began to reveal a faint trace of dawn, the backyard of the Yunwei Store gradually grew lively. First came the sounds of footsteps and conversation, which slowly transformed into the rumble of carts and the whinnying of horses.

Zhong Shan understood the deeper meaning behind his words—that the question he had asked was rather foolish. Yet, logically speaking, a deity's question shouldn't be so foolish, and yet he could not fathom any other hidden meaning.

Gazing almost masochistically at the bright moon before him, amidst the hazy, misty atmosphere, his vision had long since blurred. Through his clouded eyes, the stars appeared as doubles, and the moon transformed into an enchanting specter.

Bai Ziming had been the person closest to Long Tian all along, witnessing clearly the moment when Long Tian's internal meridians were utterly destroyed by the surging medicinal power within his body. Since he was not going to survive the day and was bound to die regardless, what difference did it make how he died?

"I know. I'll be there shortly," Han Jingxuan replied with a single sentence before hanging up the phone.

Pity that their stances differed, and their perspectives clashed; no matter how much he admired her, he would not harbor a shred of unwarranted mercy toward her.

Han Jingxuan's demeanor today made everyone in the office notice her transformation. In the past, although she never put on a sour expression, her delicate brows were always slightly knitted together, and her bright eyes often held a faint, lingering sorrow.

"Aha! Beef stewed with potatoes, the glory of communism!" Desay glanced sideways at the ultimate food of the mortal world, snatched the long-handled copper ladle from the black vendor in excitement, scooped a heavy portion from the giant soup pot, brought it right to his lips, and devoured it with loud, hearty smacks of his mouth.

The guardian deity clad in fiery red was also strolling leisurely through the Castle of Al-Hafilia. Perhaps due to the brilliant sunshine, the fresh air, and the absence of the foul stench of gunpowder, the Gallic rooster strutted about repeatedly, flapping its wings that were destined never to fly high, and raised its throat in a resounding song.

Ever since Bao Feiyang arrived at the development zone, the deepest impression he left on people within just a few short days was his ability to handle heavy matters as if they were weightless. It seemed that no issue was difficult when it reached him, and he often dismissed matters with just a few simple words. Yet subsequent developments always proved that those problems had indeed been successfully resolved.

Recalling the breathing and energy circulation method of the Qigong Cannon in his mind, he had just begun to grasp the feeling when over a dozen guards in black armor lunged toward him. Looking at their dark, grim faces and the fierce glint in their eyes, Fang Hao was startled. There was no longer time to release the Qigong Cannon, so he swung his fist in a sweeping blow instead.

"There you go again! You just said that when Guo Lin was here—Thirty-Second Lang!" Chen Huiru said with an amused smile.

Zhao Jie had already tucked the Desert Eagle into the small of his back. At this moment, even if he wanted to stop it, it was already too late; he could only watch helplessly as Hua Sheng collapsed in a pool of blood.