Chapter 37: Flattery

After more than ten minutes, with a thud, Su Youcheng was kicked off the large bed by Zhou Mei.

“Wife, my stamina hasn’t decreased at all, I really haven’t been messing around outside!” Su Youcheng muttered, rubbing his sore backside, his face full of grievance.

“Who said you were messing around? I’m just angry that you’re still so useless!”

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Golden light, if described nicely, was just light; if not, it was useless. Without a point of reference, whether it was shining or not made no difference, only adding to the terrifying atmosphere. The Sacred Mother of the Turtle Spirit wished she could reveal her true form, retract her head and limbs into her shell; that way, she’d feel much safer.

“Boss, what are you waiting for? Just do it!” said the scar-faced man, simple-minded and muscular.

As daylight broke, Li Heng slowly opened his eyes. Gazing at the snowy white scenery beside him, a bright smile spread across his face.

Chu Yuan felt speechless at this point. Clearly, he was strong enough, so why did it turn into sheer luck here?

“Take this, don’t use your hands or you’ll prick yourself again!” Grandpa Zhao handed Xu Keke a sheet of sandpaper from inside the house.

Sitting directly opposite Zhang Yan were the South American military representative, Stilico, and his business partner, Armand.

Suddenly, she felt a wave of dizziness and nausea. She shoved Yu Ziting aside, steadied herself against the wall, and pressed her hand to her chest.

Lying in bed, he suddenly remembered that in another day, he would set off again for another world. To be honest, he was quite excited.

“I just want to apply to the capital’s university, so I can accompany Grandpa often,” Xue Nan replied obediently.

Upon arrival, the two disembarked and immediately spotted Fu An holding up a sign. Fu An was the person Wang Tian’s father arranged to receive them.

“What’s wrong?” Qiu Shier noticed Zhao Ming’s strange expression. Following his gaze, she wondered why Brother Yi was staring at the Lord of the Demonic Path.

“You two escort the carriage; I’ll deal with him.” Long Hao said, and immediately flung out a Thousand Shadows Sword. Lei Dong saw heavy swords all around him, both front and back, stabbing simultaneously. Watching the carriage speeding ahead, his eyes filled with reluctance.

“Is that possible?” Hearing Fox Spirit’s detailed plan, Ye Zhu no longer had any doubts, his expression turning to joy.

So all his previous anger had turned into anxiety. He wanted to seize first place in the Extreme Land. Then, when he obtained the Infinity Map, he would ruthlessly kill the one who had stolen his first place in the Land of No One.

“I say, is it fun to scare me with a snake in the middle of the night? You really are a weird old man!” Meng complained.

“Shaya, are you alright?!” Fierce knocking sounded from outside. Shaya was startled; it seemed she’d have to pay more attention to developments here. If someone caught sight of her obsidian weapon, it would be troublesome.

This time, they were heading five hundred miles away to investigate the bandits’ hideout. So, this trip could take a few days—or even ten to fifteen days—so they had to make preparations in advance.

Thousands upon thousands of gu larvae swarmed around the Bronze Fir Monster. The two sides were mortal enemies, fiercely tearing at each other. The larvae had the advantage in numbers, but when the Bronze Fir Monster flicked its tongue, it swallowed countless of them.

Nuclear-level creatures mainly rely on sight and smell to hunt their prey. Now, on the rooftop, their vision was cut off; all that remained was to escape their olfactory range to perfectly slip through their net.

“But now I can’t find any reason to keep going. Can you tell me?” When Cheng Yiyan made that decision, only he knew how much pain he felt inside.