Chapter 64 The Ancient God Tree of Galimithas

Dodge, attack, dodge, attack!
The blindfolded young girl was listening to the surrounding footsteps, continuously simulating her next moves in her mind.
The sound grew closer, and Wen Li quickly crouched and rolled forward.
Seizing the opportunity, the girl used the momentum to roll up, lifted her knee, and struck. A dull thud of a heavy object hitting the ground echoed.
"Very good," a man's appreciative voice sounded beside her ear.
Wen Li pulled off her blindfold and saw a robot lying on the ground.
"Wonderful—"
Due to urban demolition, she had no idea where this family had moved now; was there any way to find them?
Yuan Luo once again flashed that enchantingly mesmerizing smile. In a daze, Ling Xu thought that if her heart hadn't already belonged to another, she surely would have been captivated by this face.
At first, she addressed him as "Master," but gradually, Li Jiaojiao stopped thinking about that; she wanted... to grow closer to Yinzhen.
"Boom!" Just as everyone here was discussing why the Master had made a move this time, Master Huiren's Zen staff, carrying the crushing momentum of Mount Tai, smashed down upon Yuyangzi's head, who still stood motionless even upon seeing Master Huiren approach.

The God of War tossed a black pill into Ling Xu's mouth, and it slid straight down her throat.
Gu Zi'an chuckled as he looked at her. He looked like someone who had suddenly acquired a precious treasure that he couldn't touch or handle too roughly, yet had to protect with all his might—at a complete loss as to how to hold it.
Having experienced yet another martial arts world, naturally, there was nothing to fear from someone lacking martial prowess.
At this moment, Han Yi felt mentally and physically exhausted, wanting to say nothing more. He instructed everyone to pack up their things and bring the backup vehicle over to return to Kyoto Anrui.
Dean Zhang considered himself quite familiar with Zhang Qingyang, but judging from the implication in Dean Li's words, it seemed there was still a possibility for Zhang Qingyang to turn the tables.
With one blow, then two, she beat fiercely against Luo's chest, weeping bitterly as she collapsed onto his chest in loud sobs.
No one would have expected Wang Tian to offer such a bare and straightforward compliment; this completely exceeded everyone's expectations.
As for Zhao Wu, whose movements were as elusive as a dragon's, she hadn't seen him for many years since their last parting, and her heart was filled with resentment.
With a clanging sound, the man in deep blue brocade robes pulled out a bulging money bag and slammed it onto the somewhat grease-stained wooden table.
"Platoon leader, just watch us! Erbao, I go down, you go up! Get ready!" The speaker was Wang Han, Zhao Fengnian's courier, though his current identity was that of a rocket launcher soldier in the reinforcement regiment.
Unfortunately, Chengfeitian did not know that Princess Yunluo had already left the palace, originally intending to find him to settle a score.

The Magic Bullet Shooter was similar: on one hand, he used Jiang Hai to achieve his goal of luring out Samier; on the other hand, since Jiang Hai had won the game, he would naturally keep his promise and refrain from making a move.
The Southern Tang Empire was different from the Gallon Kingdom; here, the city walls and streets were paved with white jade, making them look clean and bright, and the town's streets were far more prosperous than those in the Gallon Kingdom.
Nongyu looked at Zhao Wu, who was resting in her arms, with infatuated and tender eyes, as if simply staying by this man's side surpassed all vows and promises.
Before the auctioneer could speak again, a slightly disdainful male voice came from the "VIP" area at the very top of the circular hall.
Of course, the soldiers' faces wore smiles, joyful from the bottom of their hearts. Especially the soldiers hailing from Jiuzhai and the surrounding villages felt utterly delighted.
Li Shiqi helplessly pressed a hand to her forehead; she already felt as though her head were splitting into two. With Lü Xia and Lan Xiu now arguing fiercely in front of her, her headache grew increasingly severe.
Glancing around the room, she strode straight to the coffee table, picked up a fruit knife from the fruit tray, and placed the blade against her neck without a moment's hesitation.
By the time Xiong Jingting noticed, it was already too late; half of her kick was already delivered and impossible to pull back.
The two ghost generals immediately began glaring at each other like fighting cocks, puffing out their mustaches and glaring in rivalry. Who didn't want good looks? Even gloomy ghost generals appreciated a mighty, domineering presence and a handsome appearance.