Chapter 38: Hooked a Chinese Alligator?!

Fang Wenjie was initially ecstatic to see his fishing rod bent like a bow, having wrestled with a massive catch beneath the water for quite some time before finally exerting all his strength to haul the creature to the surface.

However, the moment he and the audience saw the rows of razor-sharp teeth and the massive head emerging from the water, they were instantly paralyzed with terror.

"Ahhh! Mom, it’s a crocodile! Mom, save me! God, why is it a crocodile? Sob, help me!"

Fang Wenjie’s heart nearly stopped from the shock.

This time, it was Liang Siqi who was struck with disbelief, while everyone around had long since set down their knives and forks to watch the scene in silence.

She no longer had the strength or energy to hope for anything; she only wished to reach Moduo City alive and see a doctor.

After the crowd exchanged pleasantries, they began beating drums and gongs to notify the other villagers, finally bringing a sense of liveliness to the village.

Guan Xing caught sight of Wei Zhaoyang and Yao Jing meditating in the pit. The two looked utterly disheveled, a far cry from the ethereal, sage-like figures they had appeared to be when they first met.

"That can't be true. You are an immortal; how could you possibly die?" Dongtian’s voice trembled.

The people by the well followed suit, surging into the Wu family courtyard along with those carrying Zhou Zhihan, causing the guard geese to honk wildly.

"Teacher Yue, you've come? How are you feeling? Can you handle it?" the class teacher of Class One asked with deep concern.

Lian Che’s heart was brimming with bitterness. Ruan Mengxi had said that no mother would willingly separate from her child, so why was Xia Han so willing to abandon him?

Gu Lingling watched this scene and scoffed inwardly; daring to rob Han Yi was truly like an old man hanging himself—suicidal.

This great battle ended in such an unclear manner. The Lingxi Valley side suffered heavy losses, while the Heavenly Origin Sect did not lose much at all.

Without any reason, he immediately raised his staff toward the direction of the Han army. Before he could even think, the skill imbued in the staff activated.

With the food prepared, Qin Jingyuan did not go to call Qin Yi and the others. Le Ling intended to go, but was pulled back by Zhu Wen. Perhaps because the aroma was too rich, those people stopped what they were doing and began walking toward them.

"I can't take it anymore either!" Luka shook his right hand, dispelling the flow of magic he had gathered and aborting the stun spell he was halfway through casting.

The three great divine pantheons of the West simultaneously birthed divine sons and issued oracles, attempting to vie for the future followers of the gods.

"Such a good item should obviously be used by oneself; why would I hand it over to someone else?" Jiang Tianchen picked up another dragon crystal and tossed it to Luo Shan.

However, just as Ye Tian wanted to see what happened next, the scene before him shifted instantly, returning to that ethereal chaos, pitch black and void.

"You actually have some skills." Seeing this, Wang Kun’s expression turned solemn, yet a hint of confidence remained in his eyes.

However, this golden blade of light was much weaker than the previous one, and it was swiped away by a clone of the Engine Heart wielding a spear.

The second reason was that the magitech constructs they possessed were not very powerful, and the variety of their constructs was extremely limited.

"Hehe, it is indeed a form of power, but it has some peculiar functions. You will understand in three days. By the way, don't do any more activities like the one just now; try not to move around to avoid any accidents," Landen said with a mysterious smile.

"Mom, forget it. Don't let it ruin our mood for buying jewelry or waste any more time." Seeing her mother was serious about calling the police, Lan Yun felt guilty and immediately hugged her mother’s arm, acting coquettishly.

Ye Qingsuo turned, her dark, ink-colored hair lifting; her silhouette exuded a cool, effortless grace and undeniable authority.

"You are injured; you shouldn't be competing," Li Fengjue insisted, refusing to listen to Tang Zixuan as he continued to run.

Xia Ji’s heart, filled with grief, indignation, and a desire to seek justice for Xia Lingling, gradually subsided under that icy gaze.