Chapter 6

Lingxi immediately turned to leave, but was caught by Molong

In the misty rain, the green ink stone appeared increasingly glossy and smooth, reflecting the lights on the street. Lingxi stood in the middle of the street, lost in thought for a while, and then recalled that she did not even know where Xiangting was, so she approached a young boy selling dried fruits under a roof to inquire.

"Forget it, I'll go by myself," the village head said, leaning on his cane and pretending to rise. "Ouch, my back..."

"You think I dare not drink!" Hanyuan Jun shouted with his neck straightened, as if the hair on his neck would surely stand on end.

Taking advantage of Mo Long's distraction as he opened the painting scroll, Ban Yuan Jun attempted to escape, but unexpectedly, he stumbled as he found himself ensnared by Mo Ji's long whip, which had silently crept up from the ground to entangle his feet. He pursed his lips and whistled, and several small white mice scurried back to gnaw at the vine whip, startling Mo Ji into hastily retracting the long whip.

With both feet barely able to move, a silver dagger was already poised at his neck, as Mo Long looked down at him from above

Ban Yuan Jun replied defiantly, "Of course I dare!"

Mo Long shrugged and said, "Indeed, I forgot you came from the East Sea; you probably think this rain isn't heavy enough, right"

Dong Li Chang shook his head and said, "I do not know either; those who enter never come out again. Months later, the corpses will appear beside the painting. How did you come by this painting?" The latter part of his question was directed at Han Yuan Jun.

"It's nothing!" Mo Long said without a hint of sympathy, then laughed and continued, "After all, this isn't the first time for you. Just feel sad for a bit and that's enough. Money can still be earned, and beautiful women can still be married."

Mo Long looked at him in silence

Even her voice is as clear as water, and Yan Laosan did not need to think twice: "If it were someone else, it would naturally be impossible, but since the young lady has spoken, I must find a way to help her." Seeing her hair dampened by the fine rain, making her look even more pitiful, he could not help but want to wipe it with his sleeve

Dong Lichang has long been famous for this painting, squinting as he looks over and says, "What if there is a cat?"

"As long as I just lose money, that would be fine," Yan Laosan said in pain. "Chu Jiang, she is the concubine I just married this year. She ran away with someone, and not only did she leave, but she also took with her a box of gold and treasures that I entrusted to her. Do you understand the misery of losing both money and resources?"

"Miss Lingxi, is it?" The village head, Dong Li, looked at her kindly and tapped Mo Long with his cane. "I am this child's uncle and have also heard about the incident at the Stone Wall Spring in the Western Mountains. As the saying goes, one does not become acquainted without a fight; since we have met, I naturally cannot stand by and watch you suffer."

Lingxi ignored him and continued to walk forward

Lingxi was taken aback, unsure of whom he was referring to. Suddenly, he saw an old man with white hair and a white beard, his face covered in wrinkles, entering with a cane. The old man had a kind and amiable expression, and behind him followed Moji

Lingxi looked at him in confusion, unaware that Yan Laosan was looking at her as if she were an adorable little lamb, feeling that her entire being exuded an indescribable innocence and charm

"Old Master!" Mo Long turned his head and saw Dong Li Zhang still curled up inside the turtle shell, with a few small white mice curiously peering in from the edge of the shell. He sighed helplessly and then said to Ling Xi, "Have you seen the dishes on the table? They have all been enchanted by him."

She first looked at the back of her hand, where a snowflake had not yet completely melted. She gazed in astonishment at the painting; it was snow. Could it really be the snow in the painting

When you first arrive at Changliu City, you won't recognize even the relatives of the city lord, let alone the gatekeeper of the city lord's residence. When you reach Xiangting, no one will let you in

Lingxi nodded: "I want to find that bear"

Before Mo Long could respond, Yan Laosan had already taken the initiative to answer, saying: "I am Yan Xiang, a native of Qishan. May I ask for your esteemed name, miss?"

"Let him go!" Lingxi exclaimed angrily, "Otherwise, do not blame me for being rude!"

As Ban Yuanjun escaped into the painting, the little white mice scattered in a rush, and Dong Li Zhang finally emerged from his shell. "Oh dear, oh dear... my back..." he bent over, limping his way to the chair, complaining, "I'm getting old, my legs are no longer useful; I twisted my back while trying to dodge quickly."

Lingxi remembered that Ban Yuanjun had once said that to enter the Xiangting, one must have someone familiar to guide them; thus, it seems he did not deceive himself

Mo Long sighed, "Well, now we have to pay for this table of drinks, and we also have to compensate for the table. Old man, your divination is not accurate at all"

......

Ban Yuanjun sincerely said: "Every word I speak is true, and I have gained some understanding of this painting. This painting is said to have been painted by the master Sheng Shouzi Xi, but according to my research, this is a misattribution. If you do not believe me, you can closely observe the lower left corner; is there not a small cat there?"

Half retreating while advancing, the sharp claws aimed directly at Xiahou Feng's face. As Xiahou Feng tilted his head, his neck was instantly clawed, bleeding profusely. The claws carried a purple aura, quickly seeping into his blood. Xiahou Feng let out a muffled groan, his body swayed, and he fainted.

The light rain pattered down, striking against the oilcloth umbrella, as Mo Long strolled along and sighed, "It is indeed better to be wealthy."

As the two were conversing, a fierce struggle had already erupted within the arena, amidst the sounds of growling and biting, with dust and debris swirling in the air... Lingxi anxiously rushed back to the stone railing: "Will he be bitten to death? The book says that the roe owl can be fierce, swallowing even the bones without spitting them out."

Lingxi was taken aback, suddenly realizing that this was the most important matter, and hurriedly said to Molong, "We must not fight"

"Ah!" She was both pained and angry, swinging her hand to send the little white mouse flying. When she looked up again, she saw that Dong Li had disappeared, and on the ground, a large turtle shell was creaking and swaying.

Seeing her serious expression, for some reason, Mo Long felt an urge to laugh and quickly nodded to cover it up: "Yes, yes, yes, I understand, you have money, but having money doesn't mean you can walk sideways."

Upon entering the arena, one is greeted by a dazzling blaze that illuminates the surroundings as if it were broad daylight, while the stench of blood assaults the senses, causing Lingxi to frown uncomfortably

Mo Long sighed and said impatiently, "Old man, why don't you hurry up and come out? I can't hold back this troublesome kid any longer"

Lingxi cast him a discontented sidelong glance

Recently, Yan Laosan has been feeling quite unlucky, with a worried expression on his face, leaning on his long spear, sighing heavily by the corner gate. Mo Long, leading Ling Xi, made a small detour along the red wall before finally finding him.

"This old demon speaks not a word of truth; this painting is most likely obtained through his theft," said Mo Ji

"Ten gold shells." Mo Long looked down at her, "Deal?"

"Next time, if I do not nod, you are not allowed to take action!" Mo Long, feeling distressed for Yin Bei, turned to warn Ling Xi.

This sudden change took everyone by surprise. Lingxi reacted quickly, rushing forward and narrowly grabbing his left ankle, but he was still pulled into the painting.

Mo Long leaned against the stone railing, indifferently watching the bloodshed in the arena, remaining silent. He raised his eyes to the tower above, where the central figure was none other than Ji Guizi himself, holding a golden goblet, savoring fine wine, and appearing relaxed and content. His younger brother, Ji Yuanzai, had been forced into exile, and their father, the city lord, was gravely ill and unable to rise, leaving no choice but to pass the position of city lord to him, which explained his current sense of achievement and satisfaction

Lingxi nodded: "Deal." After saying this, she cheerfully took out ten gold coins from her money pouch, and Mo Long did not hesitate to accept them and put them away.

He slightly raised an eyebrow and looked towards Ji Guizi, who was surrounded by a group of fans, the corners of his mouth holding a hint of a smile... He had always known that Xiangting was a good place for Ji Guizi to amass wealth, and these so-called private gambling games were actually run by Ji Guizi's subordinates.

Lingxi, with a cold expression, turned around and left

The owl slowly paced in the arena, occasionally roaring a couple of times. His cries, which were in stark contrast to his ferocious nature, resembled the wailing of an infant. Soon, the gate in the southeast was raised, and another dark, ominous beast slowly emerged from the other side

"No need." She dismissively pushed away the oilcloth umbrella

"Go in and find the Crimson Flame Bear, I have an urgent matter to ask him" Lingxi said anxiously, trying to shake off his hand

Old Yan San looked at her, then at Mo Long, reluctant to let the silver shell slip away: "Make sure you don't cause any trouble once you go in."

Mo Long did not even turn his head, and without a moment's thought, said: "He is lying to you, do you still believe him?"

At the moment she saw the beast, Lingxi's eyes suddenly brightened, and she grabbed Mo Long's arm, exclaiming, "It is the Crimson Flame Bear! It truly is the Crimson Flame Bear!"

The long cane of Dong Li pointed towards the painting and said, "Miss, did you not know that you were almost pushed into the painting just now?"

What will happen after entering the painting?" Lingxi asked in surprise

"Little Wind!" Mo Ji exclaimed anxiously, but there was a table in the way. At the same time, dozens of small white mice scurried out from beneath Ban Yuan Jun's robe, squeaking as they rushed towards the others. Mo Long kicked the table hard, sending it crashing into Ban Yuan Jun, and then he leaped into the air, his palms flying as he launched several attacks.

Lingxi tilted her head and looked for a while, trying hard to recall the beasts she had seen in the Book of Exotic Beasts from the Eight Desolations: "This one is... a sika deer owl?"

The arena, built according to the Taiji Bagua diagram, features the position of the yin-yang fish at its center, serving as the battleground for the beasts. It is paved with white and black sand, surrounded by torches, their flames merging at the edges, set as a barrier by magical means. At this moment, two strange beasts are locked in combat, their roars echoing incessantly. Both the Qian and Kun positions are adorned with splendid pavilions, several zhang wide, equipped with seats, curtains, and screens. The spectators are relaxed and at ease, while the attendants, all dressed in purple shirts and white silk, stand ready with fruits and beverages.

Halfway through, Jun seemed to have found some opportunity and exclaimed, "Yes, it's him! He wants to harm you..." Before he could finish his sentence, he was swiftly slapped twice by Xiahou Feng, causing his cheeks to swell up.

"Go ahead!" Mo Long was quite straightforward, "Do you dare to take a sip of the soup?"

The birthday picture just thrown by Lingxi was still spread out on the ground. He took a glance, sighed softly, and thought to himself that it could only be this way...

"It's nothing, the little fox's claws have just a bit of poison, he won't die. Let Xiaofeng endure it himself, it's good for him." Dong Lizhang looked around but did not see Hanyuan Jun, "Where is he? Has he run away?"

Old Man Yan San was in such pain that his voice cracked into three parts, completely bewildered by what had happened. Mo Long shot a glare at Ling Xi and hurriedly stepped forward to help Old Man Yan San up

"Ah... don't press on my leg!" Someone behind exclaimed, pushing Lingxi away and complaining, "Last time I almost broke my leg, and this is the second time. If it happens again, it will definitely be broken."

Mo Long picked up the painting and said, "He has entered."

Lingxi is somewhat hesitant

Mo Long cast a glance, and upon seeing the blood of the roe owl, became even more excited. With a powerful push of its hind legs, it pounced onto the bear, and the two beasts became entangled in a fierce struggle, biting and clawing at each other. Beside him, the shouts of encouragement were incessant, mostly from the gamblers who had placed their bets, their eyes bloodshot as they fixated on the arena

"Miss, Miss..." The village head called out to her repeatedly, but Lingxi did not even pause, walking straight ahead.

He is my enemy, he just wants to deceive you! Halfway through, Jun seized the opportunity and hurriedly expressed his loyalty, "Miss Lingxi, you must believe me..."

Mo Long asked with a smile, "Have you lost money again?"

With arms crossed, Lingxi looked at them coldly

Mo Long smiled and said, "Then go ahead and drink."

What is there to see?

The soup spilled onto the ground, splashing onto several little white mice, which did not pause for even a moment. Little Yuan tipped over, its four tiny paws facing the sky, and immediately fainted.

Where are you going

Mo Long noticed something was off in his gaze, suspecting that there was something unusual about the birthday painting. Just as he was about to reach out to take it, he saw Ban Yuan Jun leap forward, completely disappearing into the painting.

Lingxi did not know what "Lychee is good for the young gentleman" meant. Seeing the little boy smiling brightly, she nodded and took out two coins. The little boy quickly wrapped a small package in a clean, cut lotus leaf, deftly tied it with green bamboo silk, and handed it to her

Common people only know that Zi Xi is a master painter, but they are unaware that his brother Zi Pei excels at painting cats. Halfway through his discourse, Jun spoke eloquently, 'Zi Xi once, while intoxicated, painted a hundred cats, which were bought for a hefty sum. Subsequently, others requested him to paint cats, claiming that his depictions surpassed those of his brother. Upon hearing this, Zi Xi was enraged and vowed never to paint cats again.' At this point, taking advantage of the distraction of the crowd, he suddenly grew taller, his hands transforming into sharp claws, breaking free from Xia Hou Feng's grasp.

After a moment of observation, Mo Long lowered his eyelids and, feeling utterly bored, tucked his hands into his sleeves. He did not like places like the courtyard; those who truly understand what killing is would never regard it as a spectacle. Half Yuan Jun's words to Ling Xi were ninety-nine percent lies, and he had already prepared himself for a whole night of fruitless effort, which is why he yawned.

Mo Long had no choice but to get up and chase after them

Lingxi's eyes were always fixed on the arena

Mo Long shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently: "Life and death are determined by fate, it all depends on its creation"

This child is not very bright, and she lacks discernment in her actions, so do not hold it against her. Mo Long brushed off the dust for him, adjusted his robe, and pretended not to notice the irritated gaze of Lingxi. While speaking, he naturally placed two silver coins into Yan Laosan's hand.

Lingxi's face was as calm as water, gazing directly at her

Drink if you want! Do you think I am afraid!

"Look at what I am doing, why aren't you hurrying to catch up!"

The matter of finding the Crimson Flame Bear is urgent, as it appears that Ban Yuanjun is in a precarious situation and may meet his demise at the hands of Mo Long. Ling Xi, disregarding many considerations, directly hurled the scroll in her hand towards Mo Long.

"Stop the nonsense, hurry and chase after them," urged the village head, as he rolled up the scroll and tucked it into his sleeve

I mean, having money is quite good, especially good! But in a place like Xiangting, it values not only money but also people. Mo Long patiently explained to her, "Xiangting was established by the eldest son of the Lord of Changliu City, Ji Guizi, originally for the amusement of the upper-class nobility. Do you know the Lord of Changliu City?"

You drink it

Lingxi stood at the edge of the platform, watching as the corpse of Fuzhu was dragged off the stage, leaving a long, crimson streak on the white sand. She furrowed her brow, genuinely perplexed.

"She is just a mischievous child, don't pay her any mind," Mo Long said with evident disdain. "By the way, I recently acquired a jar of heavenly fragrance, which is quite pure and refreshing. How about I bring it for you to taste tomorrow? You just need to take us inside first."

"Why are you pulling me?" She forcefully withdrew her hand, frowned, and looked at Mo Long, instinctively sensing that he was not a good person

But he said he would take me to the Elephant Pavilion said Lingxi anxiously

The positions of the departure and the obstacle are also equipped with platforms, only providing seating and colorful canopies. Compared to the two positions of the universe, it is much simpler, yet there are many spectators. Those who are impatient cannot sit still, leaning over the railing, shouting loudly, wishing they could rush down to join the fight.

Lingxi shook its head

"... ... Lingxi." Lingxi paused for a moment and asked, "You are the guard of Xiangting, can you let us in?"

Mo Long looked at her with exasperation: "Have you gained some sense? He is clearly deceiving you! He just wants you to help him get out of this situation"

Alright, alright, I will go... what is the point of putting on a false act of suffering

She carried a small bag made of lotus leaves and walked into the misty rain. After taking just two steps, a bamboo oilcloth umbrella appeared above her head, shielding her from the fine raindrops

The long-standing official of Dongli busily mediated, saying: "Miss, do not be anxious. If you are looking for the Crimson Flame Bear, we can also assist you in gathering information."

Xiahou Feng reacted and reached out to grab.

Yan Laosan was a bit dazed from the fall: "What happened? What is wrong with her?"

Not acceptable

But he said that the Crimson Flame Bear is right in the Elephant Courtyard

Mo Long turned his head to look; the bear in the arena was more than twice the size of the one in Xishan, and its fur was darker, with the black as deep as charcoal and the red as bright as fire

It was evident that he had no intention of asking her. Lingxi stared at him for a moment and said: "I have money"

Mo Long did not want her to cause any trouble here and refused to let go: "A barrier has been set up around, and you cannot enter at all"

How can I get him to come out?" Lingxi said anxiously, snatching the painting and scratching at it with her hand. It is strange that no matter what she does now, she cannot re-enter the painting.

No need! I can do it myself, so I will take my leave now

Indeed, it is fortunate that Mo Long pulled you back just in time, otherwise..." Dong Li sighed and said, "This birthday painting is quite sinister, and I do not know how it ended up in his hands, aiding tyranny... Sigh...

"He is lying to you! Lying to you! Lying to you!" Moji became impatient and shouted at her, "Are you stupid or foolish?! Just be dumb to death."

Lingxi was taken aback, glancing at the painting and then at Banyuan Jun: "Was it he who pushed me into the painting just now?"

Lingxi shook her head: "What spell? I have eaten quite a bit, and I am fine."

"He ran in by himself," Mo Long emphasized, "It was not me who pushed him."

Old Three! Mo Long called out to him.

"Do not worry, young lady. The painting is in our hands. As long as he comes out, we will surely be able to catch him," Dong Li Chang comforted Ling Xi.

With the silver ingot in hand, the heavy weight quickly dissipated most of Yan Laosan's annoyance. Looking at Lingxi again, the affection that was previously in her eyes had completely vanished, replaced by a hint of wariness and resentment: "Where did she come from? Does she understand the rules?"

Dong Li looked at the painting with confusion: "Did he go in by himself? The little fox values its life greatly, so it shouldn't willingly seek death. Could it be that he has truly found the location of this painting's pass?"

Hmm. Mo Long gestured for Ling Xi to take a look

The recently victorious red-tailed beast was also brought down from the Xun position gate. After waiting for a while, the hinges of the Zhen position gate began to creak as they were turned, and the heavy iron gate slowly lifted. A dark, strange creature stepped out of the gate, its size resembling that of a bull, with sharp claws and serrated jaws, emanating a chilling aura all over its body

Lingxi clearly did not understand: "What does this have to do with me? I do not recognize any Jiguizi."

Mo Long nodded. Although this capercaillie was smaller than the one he had killed the day before, it was surrounded by a chilling aura, clearly having been fed with extremely cold substances to force out its latent potential. The capercaillie was already ferocious by nature, and now, having been drugged, it would likely be difficult to deal with it.

"What’s wrong with touching your forehead? I didn’t touch you..." Mo Long paused for a moment and finally refrained from saying more, "No more hitting!"

"Are you really going to Xiangting?" Mo Long said slowly as he followed her, "You should know that Xiangting is not a place that just anyone can enter."

The rib that was kicked by her throbbed with excruciating pain, and it was likely broken. Han Yuan Jun took a deep breath, forcing himself to argue, his eyes darting around in search of an opportunity to escape. On the left was Mo Long, and on the right was Ling Xi, both of whom were not to be trifled with. It seemed that escaping today would not be easy.

Are you really going to go

When she turned around, she realized that there were two more people in the room, one of whom was Mo Long, who had teased her in Xishan, gripping her hand tightly and staring intently at the painting. The other person was Xiahou Feng, who had seized the pulse point on Jun's left hand, forcing him to fall back into the chair.

Mo Ji said: "He said he would take you to Xiangting, but in fact, he just wants to offer you to Ji Guizi. It's such a simple matter, yet you don't understand it."

The Elephant Courtyard is located to the west of the city. You walk to the end of this street, then turn west, and you will see the red wall. The young boy first pointed out the way, then eagerly raised the tray, saying, "Why not buy some lychees, my lord? It would be a nice snack while watching the beast fights."

Who is this young lady

This phrase is indeed familiar, Mo Long sighed: "I remember you said the same thing last time."

Mo Ji slapped Xia Hou Feng's face several times, and seeing that he did not wake up, she anxiously said: "Old man, hurry and come take a look at Xiao Feng"

"Do not pull her back; just stay with her. Isn't she going to the Xiangting? Accompany her there, and make sure she doesn't get into any trouble." Dong Lichang sighed and said, "However, this girl is indeed quite eye-catching, and there's nothing that can be done about it."

"Is he the guard of the elephant courtyard?" she asked Mo Long

"Lingxi, my lady!" Half-heartedly, Jun supported himself while exchanging blows with Molong, "Do not forget that I still need to take you to Xiangting to find the Chiyan Bear!"

Lingxi paused for a moment, turned to look at him, and said earnestly: "I have money"

Rest assured, I am merely taking her in to see something new" Mo Long readily agreed

Lingxi awkwardly got up and looked at Molong, saying: "... I didn't mean to."

With a piercing howl, the Crimson Flame Bear struck the Pika Owl with a heavy paw, sending it flying over three meters. A small piece of flesh was torn from his shoulder by the Pika Owl, and blood dripped down, staining the gravel beneath his feet

My leg still hurts. Mo Long said lazily

"Do you recognize the relatives of the city lord?" she asked Mo Long

"Naturally, it was given to me by Young Master Ji." Halfway through, Jun raised his head proudly, "Young Master Ji knows that I am proficient in painting, and specially entrusted this painting to me, allowing me to decipher its mysteries. Miss Lingxi, I pushed you into the painting to save you, not to harm you"

Mo Long felt that she was indeed naive: "Are you really going to believe him when he says he will take you to Xiangting to find the Red Flame Bear? Let me tell you the truth, this person is a retainer of Ji Guizi, specifically tasked with gathering beautiful women for Ji Guizi. Do you understand?"

Do you recognize the nephew of the little brother-in-law of the city lord's aunt

Lingxi was taken aback for a moment and shook her head

He is injured! "Lingxi exclaimed anxiously.

"Really, really, really!" said Ban Yuanjun in a series of exclamations.

Chilled to the bone, the surroundings were shrouded in a thick fog, rendering everything invisible. Lingxi tightly grasped Han Yuanjun, sensing something light and airy land on the back of her hand, cold to the touch. She suspected it might be some strange spell, and could only withdraw her hand, only to be abruptly pulled out of the painting by a great force, stumbling and falling to the ground.

Lingxi angrily said, "Who allowed him to touch my forehead"

Thinking that Mo Long was going to kill him, Ling Xi rushed over to block the silver blade, but did not allow him to escape either, firmly gripping his shoulder with one hand

I am speaking the truth! Half-Yuan Jun endured the pain in his shoulder and reiterated

As soon as this strange beast made its appearance, it elicited waves of exclamations. Those who had set up private betting were loudly calling out, urging everyone to place their bets for this event, with the sound of copper and silver coins clinking together filling the air

Old Yan San lifted his eyelids

Mo Long hurriedly grabbed Ling Xi and forcefully pulled her back

The Lingxi behind him was waiting impatiently, thinking about entering the Xiangting quickly, and tugged at Mo Long's robe. ... Mo Long turned to the side, and only then did Yan Laosi see Lingxi, instantly stunned, his eyes wide open ...

Mo Long was unable to intervene in time, watching helplessly as Yan Laosan was lifted into the air and then heavily slammed onto the stone floor... He realized that his appearance back in Xishan was probably quite similar to Yan Laosan's current state

Moji is most afraid of mice, terrified to the point of hiding. Lingxi does not understand the purpose of these mice, staring wide-eyed as they climb up her boots, then opening her mouth to bite down.

What difficulties do I have?

In Lingxi's hand, she curiously leaned in to take a look—within the corners of the pavilions and towers, in an inconspicuous nook, there indeed squatted a tabby cat

Mo Long was momentarily at a loss for words, pondering to herself: this child has no idea what she has been eating to grow like this! The purple light is emanating from the vegetables, even an elephant would topple over after a bite, yet she seems completely unaffected.

A misunderstanding, a complete misunderstanding

I won't go," Mo Long shook his head, "You can see that she is foolish and not very bright. People like her are very stubborn, and I can't bring her back.

Halfway through, Jun made a gesture as if to lift the bowl, taking a small step forward, naturally freeing himself from Lingxi's restraint. He lifted the bowl and suddenly tilted it towards Molong, splashing the broth, which shimmered with a delicate purple light, all over. Fortunately, Molong had already been on guard and swiftly dodged.

As he spoke, with a roar, a four-horned beast crashed heavily into the barrier woven from the intertwining flames, its fur igniting, and it fell to the ground with a wretched scream. Another beast, the red-tailed Hehu, charged forward, its teeth like saw blades, viciously biting into the neck of the four-horned beast, the sound of shattering bones echoing. ... In a few swift bites, Hehu severed the head of the four-horned beast and forcefully flung it away ... . ... Instantly, the applause and cheers from the platform erupted, occasionally mixed with frustrated curses. Hehu swiftly bit off the head of the four-horned beast and forcefully flung it away ... . ... Instantly, the applause and cheers from the platform erupted, occasionally mixed with frustrated curses.

In fact, without his signal, Lingxi had already seen it. Without any further hesitation, she kicked Ban Yuanjun over and angrily said: "I have no grievances or enmities with you, nor do I owe you any money. Why do you want to harm me?"

He directly pushed Mo Long aside and stood in front of Ling Xi, chest out and head held high, exuding a vibrant spirit, as if he were a completely different person from before

Ah ... ... Ah ... ... Ah ... ...

Mo Long glanced at her with an expression that suggested he could not be bothered to engage with her

At the Xishan Stone Wall Spring, I witnessed her deep concern for the Crimson Flame Bear. Mo Long had no choice but to respond slowly, saying: "I do not recognize any relatives, but I do have some acquaintance with the guards of the courtyard. If you seek my help..."

Yan Laosan led them out through the small door between the Dui and Li positions, feeling that his arms and legs were quite sore from the fall. He then managed to coax a silver shell from Mo Long, which finally cleared the way down the stairs.