Day 58 of My Brother Loving Me Too Much

Even with all four of them trying their absolute best, they were still easily captured and were now locked inside a cage.

Hearing Ao Chen's words, Xie Hanxuan nodded in agreement. As if remembering something, he told Ao Chen to wait a moment before walking away with large strides.

Mo Qingying and Qingfeng spent a short while in the forbidden area of the back mountain before heading back. All along the way, Mo Qingying’s laughter chimed in the air as she skipped and hopped around Qingfeng, a brilliant smile blooming on her face. Qingfeng’s gaze, filled with doting affection, followed her every move while her crisp voice rang in his ears, melting his heart entirely.

As he drew closer, he discovered that beneath the fat man's outer garment, he was actually wearing a vest-like piece of armor. Although the material of the vest was indistinguishable, its surface was densely covered with intricate formations that flickered with an unusual light.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I'm very powerful too; maybe they won't be able to beat me!" Dugu Jue continued to tease her.

Too lazy to say anything more, Ye Qingfeng gave Mu Wushuang a cold look and turned around to walk toward the carriage.

Turning around, the man in white walked back into the bamboo house holding the medicinal herb he had just picked. However, the moment he reached the doorway, he stopped in his tracks. Tilting his head slightly, a flash of icy murderous intent instantly shot from his eyes.

A veil covered this person's face, and their arms were wrapped in white silk ribbons measuring a good thirty to forty feet long. The ribbons fluttered in the wind as the person looked around in all directions, searching for something.

Yan Ling kept the door half open and asked with a puzzled look. Of course she knew who the two people in front of her were, but according to normal conventions, she was supposed to be unaware.

After Dark One left, Ling Fenglan felt slightly more at ease, yet her heart still refused to settle completely. She could only continue to stare blankly into the distance.

Despite this, the few individuals lunged at Ye Yu without any regard for their own lives. The weapons in their hands whirled with ferocious momentum, raining wave after wave of brilliant light down upon him. Ye Yu darted through the blinding radiance, the Coiling Dragon Sword in his hand slashing out arcs of azure light that swept into the ranks of his opponents.

Sure enough, the moment Bu Fan uttered the Crown Prince's name, Long Yu fell into a brief silence. In truth, how could Long Yu not know that Long Yuan was the most ideal candidate? However, the ancestral rule dictated that the Dragon Guardians must never belong to the imperial lineage, leaving him with no other option.

A trace of apology crossed Lin Feng's face, but seeing Zhang Lilong open his mouth to speak, he immediately patted him on the shoulder.

Prince Yu truly could not afford to stand by and do nothing. If the matter were exposed, his image before his Imperial Father would completely collapse, let alone his aspirations for the crown prince's throne.

The leader stared at the Coiling Dragon Sword in Ye Yu's hand and sensed the overwhelming aura emanating from him. His expression inevitably tightened, for this formidable presence was hardly inferior to his own.

This remained a problem. Jinghe realized that Ziying had hit the nail right on the head instantly, whereas she herself had failed to grasp the crucial point.

"You're courting death!" Yan Ji was instantly enraged. With a snap of his long bow, an arrow was released, piercing straight through Guro's left shoulder once more as fresh blood gushed out.

Blazing with extreme annoyance, Lin Feng conceived an idea. As his freezing primordial energy surged, with a crisp *crack*, a chain of ice coiled tightly around his left hand.

Watching the figures of Poetry and Distant Horizons vanish completely into the teleportation tower, Rice Dumpling could not help crying out, her hands gripping tightly onto Luo Yu's arm.

The master appraiser wore a look of mounting anticipation as he watched Ouyang Tian intently. If someone could produce such a supreme treasure as the Water of Life, it went without saying how precious the even greater treasures of the Myriad Spirits Realm must be.

My dad's words were clearly meant to shut Zhang Jiaming up, but he had no idea that Zhang Jiaming's father had been kidnapped. To put it bluntly, his life and death were still uncertain. As soon as the words "your esteemed father" left his mouth, Zhang Jiaming glared at him fiercely.

The moment the Dragon Spring glove made contact with the abdomen, it instantly unleashed a force akin to a cannon shell—an impact powerful enough to shatter the internal organs of any canid.

"Mind power, psychokinesis." As these concepts swirled in Fang Bai's mind, he felt as though he were being overwhelmed by a surging tide of energy. Compared to the martial arts world where people merely contributed inner energy beads, or the mutant world where individuals simply contributed ability pills, the psychokinetic users of this world seemed to combine the best of both.

"N—no... it couldn't be a ghost, could it?" Scabbers shuddered. Because that giant, clawing, overgrown hair knot was violently waving its 'branches,' the entire atmosphere of the hospital wing had shifted completely, filling him with a creeping dread.

"I can't wait to meet the wizards here and see how different they are from us. I have a feeling they probably don't have to take classes the way we do," Ron said to Harry.

How could even Master Chen and the dead-fish-eyed man fail to perceive Zhang Mengmeng's existence, yet I was able to see her?

Right at that moment, Gu Xiaoxiao's phone suddenly rang. Mu Shixiao finally loosened his grip, and Gu Xiaoxiao pulled out her phone to check—it was a call from Fang Kexin.

In a quiet corner of the jungle, Yu Mengyang stared at me in a daze and asked a question, to which I gave a casual, offhand reply.

With that, she resumed her advance toward me, stopping right in front of me. She turned to cast a heavy glance at Yang Wei, her expression remaining solemn and authoritative as she spoke.

Yet, after wandering aimlessly through the mountains for several days—whether due to poor fortune or something else—Ye Feng had not only failed to find the Man-faced Zhuha toad, but he had not even discovered the slightest trace of it.

"Thank you. You've had a hard time these past few days," the young master said. The middle-aged man then hoisted the young master onto his back and leaped forward, catching up with Naruto, who had slowed his pace.

Meanwhile, in the distant jungle, a pair of eyes stared fixedly at Ye Feng and his companions as they departed. A thoughtful gleam flashed through those eyes, as if the owner was pondering something.

To give a simple example, a faction was akin to a force conquering territory in ancient times, while players who intended to engage in commerce or permanently reside in a certain city were the "subjects" under that faction's rule. The "taxes" they paid also served as the primary source of funding for the faction's treasury.

Shifting his gaze once more, he spotted a platform not far from where he stood. Close to the platform lay a massive boulder, which was precisely Cao Zinuo's target.

"Of course, there's Min'er's too!!" Chen Shao flashed a smile at the envious Fang Yamin, then brought his palms together and opened them again. A completely different bento box materialized instantly.