Chapter 67: Travel Diary of Teyvat (Bug Fixing)

Just a moment ago, they merely saw a flash of white light vanish, and then that massive tree, which required two people to embrace, crashed violently to the ground. If that shot had been aimed in their direction, neither of them likely would have been able to dodge such a supernatural and unpredictable attack.

"Interesting," Hulk smiled cruelly. "Wolverine, are you planning to go crazy just like that? Relying on your immortal body to run amok? Do you truly believe your healing factor is omnipotent? Do you really think you cannot die?" Hulk muttered to himself as he walked.

Upon advancing to the mid-stage of the Platinum Sacred Body, Leng Tian's body had completely turned a platinum-gold color. The internal organs within his chest and abdomen had also transformed into a dazzling platinum-gold hue, and a powerful, majestic aura was hidden within every inch of flesh and blood.

Back home, Zhao Na changed into lightweight attire—a loose T-shirt paired with ultra-short shorts, her hair put up in a bun, which was indeed very convenient. Then she said, "I'm going to cook dinner, you watch some TV for a while!" With that, she stepped into the kitchen to busy herself.

She had once contemplated many things, even not caring about being together with Sima Weiyan, yet when genuinely faced with these realities, her heart inexplicably grew agitated and restless.

At this moment, the white cat recovered somewhat and said, "Weiwei, you couldn't have deliberately chosen this path just to find this Fierce Tiger King, could you?" This possibility was far too high, given Weiwei's personality.

With those words and that expression of gratitude, it sounded to anyone's ears as though he had acknowledged his relationship with Lan Mei. This infuriated Lan Mei, who glared at him resentfully, yet dared not do anything. It wasn't until Sima Weiyan left with a loud laugh that Lan Mei rushed forward and grabbed Wangsheng by the ear, twisting it hard.

"Forget it. He drank too much last night. Let... let him sleep a little longer." Liu Lan also returned to her seat nearby with a deeply unsettled feeling.

"Hmph! Everyone who drives these has power and influence. I heard that boss is a relative of the county bureau's leadership! Otherwise, it would have been shut down long ago!" Director Zhao leaned close to Fusheng's ear and whispered.

Wang Dachun was heading to the school's faculty dormitory to take a noon nap, while Lin Feng was going out to pick up Xia Xinyan. Xia Xinyan had no classes in the afternoon, so Lin Feng planned to take her to Fania for a stroll and coincidentally finalize the acquisition of Fania's shares.

Apart from a pair of snow-white wings, the winged creature before them bore not the slightest resemblance to an angel. Although its torso was similar to a human's, its face looked somewhat like the legendary thunder god with a beak-like visage—extremely ugly—and it lacked any holy radiance entirely, with hands resembling bird talons.

Chishui first washed her hands, cleaning the stove top so it looked as though it had never been touched. Then, holding the protruding object and a candle, she walked toward the pile of strange rocks in the backyard, gave it a forceful toss inward, considered her task complete, and prepared to return to her room to rest.

"It's different. If we proactively provoke the laws here, even if a fight breaks out, it will still count as us violating the rules, and the system will not allow us to exploit such a loophole," Xiao Yucheng said.

"Look, what is that?" Glenn suddenly pointed above a nearby shop and shouted. The others followed the direction of his finger, only to see a familiar figure moving forward across the walls of those buildings just like a gecko alongside the bus.

Although Han Shizhi's strength was extraordinary, she was confident she would not lose. However, Ling Yunhe stepping in to frighten him away saved her a great deal of trouble. After all, Han Shizhi was no mediocrity, and had they genuinely fought, it would have been difficult for her to escape completely uninjured.

Ziqing knew that having lived in a grand aristocratic family for many years, her feelings were naturally much deeper than her own, so she simply smiled.

The principle was also quite simple: monks above the Core Formation stage possessed many flying magical treasures that appeared inconspicuous when brought out, but upon being used, would transform into the shape of a carriage or a boat. For instance, Daoist Jinghe's cloud chariot was precisely such a treasure.

Faced with batches of Orc warriors falling like mown grass, their commander remained utterly unmoved, loudly ordering the goblin archers to return fire. A flurry of arrows instantly blanketed the ramparts. However, while one side was completely blinded, the other held the geographical advantage, so the casualties were not particularly heavy.

"It's just a few ounces of scattered silver. I asked him to bring back some exquisite foreign trinkets for me if he saw any in Guangzhou," Ziqing said with complete equanimity.

Seeing that Mo Qingchen was still staring blankly and not speaking, the old man slightly twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Alright, hurry up and eat. If you keep talking, you really will be late, and that won't be good." With that, he began to devour the food like a whirlwind.

Then he added, "Dabu Shuiyun, send off Commander Lang." There was a trace of relief in his tone. Lang Qige felt an unpleasant sensation in his heart upon seeing this; unable to bear watching Qiu Xuan's painful expression any longer, he strode out of the room.

On the surface, the armies of Qin and Cao appeared calm and tranquil, but beneath the surface, they were desperately plotting against each other, preparing to make their opponent suffer a disastrous defeat. Everything before their eyes was merely a facade, the prelude before a fierce battle arrived.

For a full ten days and more, he endured all kinds of agony. Especially after passing the fourth stage, he had tasted every conceivable variety of torment.

Not long after chasing Zhao Kangning out, Yang Wo gave a few brief instructions before declaring the banquet over, telling everyone to return to their respective quarters to rest.

Some swords exuded the aura of heroes, making them heroic swords. Other swords carried a sense of baseness, as though they were wielded by ignoble scoundrels.

I, on the other hand, could only shake my head helplessly. It seemed that no matter where one went, such arrogant scions existed. Shaking my head, I prepared to press onward—the mountain gate was right before us, and this was no time to invite extraneous trouble; I could simply mention it to Senior Brother Qingyun later.

Naturally, if someone else provoked him proactively, he would certainly never back down; he was not the type to tolerate others' bullying.

Honglian and Lvyu nodded in understanding, directly pouncing toward Dabu Shuiyun and Qiu Xuan. Leng Chunlan and Murong Lan each drew their respective precious swords.

After spending a day reorganizing their troops and resting the siege equipment, Zhang Liao impatiently led his generals to attack Earth City.