Chapter 41: For the Family

Just reading those messages made her heart feel heavy.

Clearly, her current quality of life already surpassed that of the vast majority of players.

Yet, at night, she would still be engulfed by negative emotions.

Xiao Qichen, upon receiving the messages, finally spared some of his attention for the chat channel.

He had long since grown accustomed to ignoring the messages above.

Seeing those familiar messages, his heart remained completely undisturbed.

"Perhaps," he replied.

Ye Feng felt extremely unreconciled. He had fought so hard to reach where he was today, and there were still far too many things left undone; he could not possibly fall here.

However, because Lin Mu was worried they might harm themselves and their companions, he had disabled many of their functions, leaving only a shovel to assist them with planting.

Naturally, Ye Feng had no objections. Then, the old man in the black robe flickered his hand, a flash of spiritual light appeared, and a magic treasure was conjured out by him.

I was standing right at the entrance of Granny Gu's fruit shop, a rope still tied around my waist, and the door of the fruit shop was broken.

Accompanied by the afterglow of the setting sun, the five of them crossed the battlefield and arrived at where the vehicles were parked. Lin Mu used the communicator to issue another order, then directly boarded a vehicle and left.

"Good, what a great drinker." He Jin was overjoyed. This outlander was worth winning over—both Chen Lin and Xun You had told him as much. Moreover, he knew very well that outlanders typically lacked manners, yet Changtian understood courtesy, which clearly showed he had put in the effort. Therefore, He Jin was extremely pleased, feeling that Changtian was giving him a great deal of respect.

Only then did Song Tianji carefully observe this man, looking him over closely. He found no lingering hostility or malicious aura on him, though there was a hint of yin energy, suggesting he had encountered some malevolent spirits or ghosts.

She was still dressed in a tight black outfit, styling herself much like a catwoman from the movies. Her figure was curvaceous, with two massive blue spheres at her chest swaying with every step she took. Yet her footsteps were so light that she didn't make the slightest sound.

Could it be that when obliterating the Poison Ink Venerable just now, Ye Feng had not used his full strength, but merely acted on a whim?

Though it was a slight complaint, Chu Feng knew that he wasn't really finding fault with him, but rather feeling a bit piqued because Chu Feng hadn't contacted him for a very long time.

Since he had already arrived here, and the spiritual stones were so abundant with plenty of time to spare, why not thoroughly recover his own true essence?

However, Zhong Lingyu knew very well that relying solely on his own strength was simply impossible, so the path of living under someone else's roof was definitely necessary. Yet, Zhong Lingyu had no desire to rely on an old man like Luo Fanxing.

Everyone loves to hear flattery, and Lin Feng was no exception. Nalan Mingzhu's praise gave him a floating, euphoric feeling, but he remained curious: if he was truly as exceptional in Nalan Mingzhu's eyes as she claimed, why had she always acted so lukewarm toward him, only for her attitude to undergo such a dramatic shift in the past couple of days?

"Village Chief Tie Lianmeng, I am Jiuquan, hailing from the Blood Shadow Realm's Hall! I just heard in the Lan Family Village that our Realm Master was actually murdered here, and I have come specifically to demand justice! I wonder if Village Chief Tie Lianmeng can confirm this matter?" At this moment, a slender, middle-aged man with the cultivation of a low-level half-Emperor spoke in an arrogant tone.

A long while later, the area around Tiemu Yun cleared up. It was no longer blue, but identical to daytime. He looked up and saw a tiny black dot suspended high in the sky.

From the artifact spirit, she learned that this battle armor had previously been subdued by Ni Aotian, who not only suppressed its power but also planted a restriction on it. Every time it fought, it had to use its full strength without holding back; otherwise, the restriction would be triggered, directly tearing the artifact spirit apart.

The sea turtle had its moisture entirely drained; the blood and fluids within its body were sucked dry, turning it into a withered carcass, with its massive shell standing upright on the beach.

It was effortless to let this Flaming Bone Lion waste over 4,000 HP, and I couldn't help but smile smugly. Although this Flaming Bone Lion was quite decent among bosses of the same level.