Chapter 43: Wen Zhuo, the Morbid Youth

"Sister."
Wen Ling slipped under the covers, lowered the room's temperature, and upon hearing Wen Zhuo's voice, gently curved her lips: "A-zhuo."
"Sister, Grandpa has already fallen asleep. His phone is with me and not on him right now, I'll go find him later." Wen Zhuo's tone was relaxed, and through the phone, the sounds of him walking and opening a door could be heard.
Hearing this, however, Wen Ling said: "Grandpa went to sleep so early tonight. Since he's already asleep, there's no need to disturb him. A-zhuo, how have you been lately? Are you busy—"
Before she could finish, Shinji impatiently tossed the Poké Ball upward. With a "pop" of red light, the Mamoswine hurriedly slid away on the ice.
The venue for the city tournament was set at the Outer Realm's Imperial Stone Terrace, one of the most magnificent structures in Xianfeng City. Covering an area of nearly a hundred acres, it featured ten immensely sturdy battle platforms in the center. It was said that not even the strength of the tenth gate of the Condensing Pulse Realm could shake them in the slightest, and these ten platforms could be moved and combined.
Without caring about the feelings of the person beneath him who was still shedding tears, he frantically demanded the vent he needed. Of course, Xiao Yan's mask remained firmly in place.
This was undoubtedly an arduous journey. If one's psychological resilience was lacking, they would inevitably be crushed to a mental breakdown by the heavy burden of matches, losing the advantage right from the start.
"Oh no! A trap!" I shouted, flattening my body like a pancake and pressing straight down onto the spiral staircase steps.
However, the teeth of this corpse-eating rat, much like the fur on its body, had also completely changed color, turning into a smoky, pale yellow.
"Actually, the people on the other side did hear the sound of the flute, but the melody within it confused their nerves, making them think they couldn't hear anything at all. As for why you could hear it, well, that's naturally because you have a great deity like me protecting you," the flood dragon said quite smugly.
Over the past three days, no matter what decision it was, as long as it concerned the caravan's itinerary, Wen Shimiao would report it to Zhou Tian. Even though Zhou Tian had told him to just make the decisions himself, he still reveled in it tirelessly.
As for that necklace I've been craving madly, I still haven't found a satisfactory one yet, so I won't bring it out to embarrass myself here. Once I acquire it in the future, I'll show it off then.
After Qisha frantically bestowed several swordsman skills upon the Dark Demon Fiend Spirit, he also followed in my footsteps and was imprisoned by the blue flames. This guy was truly too foolish, foolish to the point of being completely reckless. That scene was the very last thing I wanted to see; I just hope Brother Qisha can hold on until the binding time ends.
However, all of this was brought upon themselves. They had voluntarily set up a trap within the City of Dark Puppets, luring Lin Feng into taking the bait, attempting to hunt and capture him, only to end up falling right into Lin Feng's hands.
The black demonic palm expanded infinitely, resembling a behemoth as it crushed toward the alliance army.
As Bu Qianhuai reached the grand entrance, he was met with a dense, dark sea of troops that involuntarily made one's heart quail. Yet, he still gave a flick of the horsetail whisk he was so accustomed to using in the past.
As for this type of dragon boat, every single warship carried ten of them. Furthermore, the fleet of the Leisure Empire was less than three kilometers away from the coastline, which, for the dragon boats propelled by the tide, was merely a matter of a few minutes' journey.
Seeing clearly... if one were to guess how vast the situation of the great world could be, perhaps the might of these formations... how could such bizarre figures appear now?
I chuckled softly, immediately had the evil ghost open the car door, and stepped out of the spirit hearse, finally letting out a complete sigh of relief.
He merely stood to the side and stated sternly that if he had been able to thoroughly understand all these matters right from the beginning, that naturally would have been for the best. Under the current circumstances, how could he possibly wait here? Nothing was as simple as this anymore.
The clerk hesitated a bit, but still sullenly walked away with the ring. The clerk had some discernment, but as for how much the item was actually worth, he couldn't say for sure, so he went directly to find the manager of the back courtyard. The manager took one look, snatched the ring directly, and clutched it tightly in his grip.