Chapter Ninety-Four: The Skeleton Phalanx (2/5)

Vade led his squad into battle, roaming the edge of the Skeleton Sandfield for an entire day. He lured the skeletons on patrol and guard duty out to the outskirts, picking off the skeletal soldiers one by one.

At first he fought alone, but as more and more skeletons joined his ranks, he and his squad began setting traps.

Simple pit traps, ones that did not even need to be dug, for the sandy ground nearby was already full of sunken hollows.

Vade stood before a pit.

Just as Jiang Suisui was about to keep pressing Jing Yu for answers, her grandfather’s call came from afar.

“Take all this money out at once and have Mu Guiying train a force of light cavalry. Also, tell Gan Ning to expand his Sea-Dragon Raiders!”

She had begun, on the surface, to accept her sister’s suicide, but in secret she investigated it, groping her way little by little through the truth; for this, she even gave up her job.

Unable to offer any explanation to the two nephews, Gu Xiaowei could only bend down and gather them into her arms, apologizing to them with heartfelt sincerity.

On the way here, Zhang Sa had told him a piece of news, and when woven together, it formed a very grave story.

Though they had never been able to find the old man who had once sold that superb ginseng, fortunately the lingzhi here in the forest was excellent as well. If Old Gao could keep taking it, and with careful recuperation besides, living a few more years was absolutely not out of the question.

Xiong Fei did not join in the others’ small talk. While arranging the bouquets, he kept a close eye on the guests outside the door.

Du Xiaosheng must already know by now that she had left. Would he be sad? What was he doing at this very moment? She only hoped he could understand her feelings and give her enough time to steady herself.

After vomiting, she blew her nose, wiped away the tears brought on by her body’s reflex, rinsed her mouth with water, and only then did she feel somewhat better, barely counting as having come back to life.

People came and went along the riverside, and citizens who had spent the whole day working walked home in groups, coming down to the riverbank to feel the evening breeze.

How could he not feel lonely and desolate himself? Though he could no longer love her as heedlessly as he had in his youth, nor even trust her without reserve, in this vast palace she alone could walk beside him.

The voice on the other end of the line did not dare speak too loudly either. Clearly, if this kind of thing were exposed, it would have a tremendous impact on the entire esports world.

Rush into the jungle, gank me once. If it failed, then just clear some camps first, and once Li Shiyi overextended under the tower again, use the timing when my ultimate was up to force the two enemies to their deaths.

Li Xixi’s eyes shone with brilliance. Her surging spiritual sense poured out like a tide, at once like a wisp of breeze and an invisible giant hand, searching through the dense, boundless clutter.

Moreover, in previous matches, Xue Lin’s Sword Demon had always been a fighter enchanted with power, and back then no one had noticed that his Sword Demon could be this terrifying.

Long Bing had already run beneath the watchtower. With his rifle out of bullets, he hurled the weapon at the enemy. Then his hands flicked sharply, and a shower of silver light flashed across the sky. The enemy fell in rows, and those on the ground rolled about, howling in agony without end.

Chang Xiaoruo could not remain as calm as Long Bing. At that moment, panic burned through her. She naturally knew Su Chen’s identity. Right now, let alone whether Long Bing could even get into Falcon, it was uncertain whether he could still remain in the army.

Feeling the pain in her wrist gradually fade, Ye Qingcheng took out another pill and tossed it into her mouth like a candy bead, only then going to sleep.

Ye Qingcheng frowned. This question would not leave her mind. If it was not her imagination, then she truly had to consider leaving.

After all, he was not truly Li Chun’s bloodline, and his mother was Zheng Qiaoqiao, that Zheng Qiaoqiao who hated her to the very marrow of her bones.

A wolf’s howl, or perhaps a dog’s bark—behind the three low-slung heads that nearly brushed the ground, their bodies were arched taut.

In the blink of an eye, a torrential rain came pouring down from the heavens; this was Hak Long’s special ability, the power to command the weather at will.