Chapter 52 Harvesting Honey

Shi Nianqing gently lifted the little tiger cubs, starting with the eldest, and had them search their faces for stingers.

Bee venom was not especially potent, and there were still some hemostatic herbs that had been gathered earlier inside the shelter, though no one knew whether they would help.

She had Su Muge and Wu Xuan grind the herbs into a paste, then carefully apply it to the cubs’ faces.

The cubs looked terribly pitiful now. Their faces were swollen like steamed buns.

All the while, they continued to whimper miserably.

O’Neal, Kobe, and Sun Zhuo each stepped forward to shake hands and bid Larry Brown farewell, praising one another. In both their eyes, it had been a magnificent contest.

Forget it. It was better not to appear before them after all. Everyone knew they had come to Changzhou, and even more people knew they had come to clean up Hu Youliang’s mess. If Hu Keying and Hu Fei happened to hold a grudge against them and caused some sort of accident, it would hardly be worth the loss.

Chi Shuyan did not disturb him. For some reason, she suddenly thought of her father. She wondered whether he had received the spiritual rice she had sent him.

“I hadn’t even figured out how to torment him, and he’s already gone...” Sun Zhuo was somewhat surprised, but perhaps it was for the best. Now he could play basketball with greater peace of mind.

Sun Zhuo naturally knew that Italy would guard against his three-pointers, so he planned to use other methods to crush them at the very beginning of the game.

Gradually, the short sword became as natural in his hand as an extension of his arm. The moves looked simple, but were in fact intricate and complicated; little by little, they transformed into instinctive bodily movements.

Chi Shuyan’s face stiffened. She was at a loss for words and had no idea how to respond. She truly could not continue the subject, so she hurriedly changed the topic. Fortunately, not long afterward, Qi Zhenbai arrived.

“Awen, if you’re angry, then curse me out properly. I’ll let you say whatever you want!” As he spoke, the man cast a provocative glance at Zheng Xinghua beside him.

As it rummaged through its belongings, it felt a deep sense of despair. Once, it had been so careful never to flaunt its wealth. But now, after following those two great figures, it felt that if money could infuriate its opponent to death, there was no need to use its brain at all.

Qian Hongxin’s expression stiffened. Chi Shuyan’s words left him speechless, and he could not utter a reply. Was she saying that he had simply assumed the words were directed at him?

Seeing that Ling Yu was wearing nothing but a pair of trousers, Qian Mo turned her eyes away as well. Her face was burning hot, and she felt almost as though she were suffering from heatstroke.

The ancient beasts of the wilderness and the primordial demons and monsters had also suffered heavy casualties. They all withdrew into the depths of the boundless mountains and the abyssal fissures beneath the earth, and to this day, they had not emerged in force again.

The moment the system was mentioned, it automatically blocked Ji Yongsheng. Poor Ji Yongsheng grew depressed once more. Why could he no longer sense the outside world or Qin Jun’s thoughts?

That was right. It was the enormous lizard, covered from head to toe in ice-blue scales, that Zhang Wei and Lu Lingfeng had encountered deep within the secret cavern.

And within the brief span of a few minutes, several hundred experts from the Qinghe Realm had already died upon that land. Some of them, knowing that death was inevitable, had even compressed their true energy and detonated themselves.

The moment Zhang Jiaojiao saw this, she swept up the many jade slips containing Blood Clan martial arts from the ground, grabbed the dazed Guo Yunzhu, and led her away into the distance.

When the members of the Heaven-Mixing Demon Cult heard Sha Yi’s words, they were all utterly stunned. Soon afterward, they began looking at one another in bewilderment.

The same words, yet his voice carried far greater tenderness. Without any unnecessary movement, Yang Xuan opened his strong, powerful arms toward Yi Xiuer.

The Sword Lord and the Lantern-Bearer did not interrupt their battle because of Wuzhiqi’s arrival. Instead, they fought with ever greater ferocity. The earth below split apart without cease, while bolts of lightning plunged down in waves, as though the end of the world had arrived.

In the blink of an eye, it covered a radius of ten thousand yards. The two roaring torrents surging forward and crushing everything in their path suddenly froze the moment they entered the range enveloped by the pale azure halo.

That explanation was tactful, and its intention was perfectly clear: they not only needed to approach the villa’s main building, they also had to dig through the soil and excavate the ground inside and out. Therefore, they were afraid they could not cooperate with the others.

Besides, at some point, she had grown accustomed to—and even fond of—breathing in the crisp, mature scent that belonged uniquely to him.