128 Swarms of Beasts

The great axe was raised, pointed toward the incoming mutated leopard. Upon seeing the weapon, the leopard shifted mid-air, its momentum faltering. The axe then transitioned from a defensive stance to an offensive strike. The leopard glared at Cui Hao, its jaws agape to reveal two sharp fangs as it lunged to bite his arm.

At that moment, Chen Anquan suddenly felt the sensation of sinking into rice paste vanish. He bent his knees and stepped off the treetops toward the ground.

By now, the rain of thunder stones had long since ceased. In the tranquil territory of Leizhou, these faint wisps of killing intent were like a sudden clap of thunder on a calm plain.

"What I can do is tear apart this marriage," Xue Meng said, narrowing her eyes as she scrutinized her, as if contemplating something.

Snowflakes and gusts of wind swirling around the barefoot giant turned into droplets of water and hung suspended in the air the moment they came within a meter of him.

On the first day, she dragged her exhausted body home, opened her computer, and turned to a video call to soothe her longing for her husband.

However, Cao Meichang had one feature that made her more memorable: the pair of lantern-like eyes perched on her forehead.

"Are you really that weak? Did those few rounds of combat push you to your limit? Where has that arrogance you displayed when you first merged with the twin beasts gone?"

She had been at it for a long time but still could not get a fire started. Feeling deflated, she stopped her movements and wiped the thin sheen of sweat from her forehead and cheeks with the back of her hand. She dared not slack off and resumed striking the two stones together, when suddenly, his voice came from behind her.

Xia Nanfeng said without a hint of awkwardness, "Since you have an emergency, you should attend to it. Besides, I have already arrived, so I must face it!" After bidding each other farewell, Qianqian boarded a taxi to return to the hotel.

Walking up to her, Xue Meng had already used her white paws to write down what she wanted to say: Photosynthetic Grass.

A black Maybach was parked in front of a high-end clothing boutique. The man in the backseat looked at the scene inside with cold, indifferent eyes, his thin lips pressed into a tight line. He ignored the happy tableau within, yet he could not ignore the dull ache in his heart.

Luo Luo was very depressed and did not want to talk. Although Qiu Qiu would certainly like whatever she gave, she wanted to give her the best one so that Qiu Qiu would like it even more.

Because of the limitations of coming to town, the ox cart could not carry too much, so they had only brought half of the shampoo that had taken half a month to produce.

Zhang Fen knew of Su Shu and Liang Zhenguo's plans; the two were in no rush to have children, so she did not press them.

Except for forbidding her from leaving the car and cutting off her contact with the outside world, they basically satisfied any other requests Lu Siyao had.

Back then, she had built a two-story farmhouse in the countryside with front and back yards. She grew vegetables in the yard, raised livestock like chickens, ducks, pigs, and cattle, and even had a pond where she kept fish and seafood.

"Do you know who built the Great Wall?" Song Yuanchao stood shoulder to shoulder with Lu Jun, gazing into the distance, when he suddenly asked.

He had been so busy he lost track of time. It wasn't until he returned to his office that he realized it was already nearly six o'clock. With a sudden realization and an exclamation of surprise, Li Daqi hurriedly changed his clothes and rushed out of the company.

It roared at the sky, unleashing a deterrent born from its very bloodline; ordinary warriors would feel a primal fear in their veins upon hearing such a bestial sound.

Song Yuanchao nodded. Seeing Yang Yongjian light a match and offer it, he tilted his head slightly to light his cigarette, murmuring a word of thanks.

With a dark expression, he cursed, "Wretched girl," yet he still ordered the guards to pass on the message. Hu Liena had asked for nothing but large portions of meat and fish, refusing to touch a single vegetable.

Inside his body, it felt as if a violent, ferocious beast was roaring wildly, trying to break free from the heavy shackles that bound it.

The moment his shoulder moved, the bearded man immediately stood up, pulled a Colt Python from his waistband, and pointed it directly at the fat man's head.