Chapter 062 Chapter 62
Zhu Changan clung tightly to a nearby electric pole, his other hand clutching Shen Liuxue tightly. Even though they had already run a considerable distance, they were still nearly swept away by the strong wind.
"So strong..." Zhu Changan could hardly open his eyes.
It wasn't until several minutes later that the strong wind finally died down. The dust settled, leaving a deep gully on the ground. The black-robed figure opposite had long since vanished.
Mo Xuanji slowly fell back to the ground. As if his remaining strength had been suddenly drained away, he staggered, then collapsed to one knee.
He remained conscious the entire time. That inexplicable force had vanished as quickly as it had appeared, completely vanishing after he unleashed that attack, as if it had never appeared. Furthermore, the energy he had painstakingly restored within him was also completely wiped out, leaving him completely exhausted.
Fortunately, the man in black robe took the blow head-on. His injuries are definitely serious and he probably won't be able to recover in a short time.
"Xuan Ji!" Zhu Changan and Shen Liuxue hurried over.
"I'm fine."
Hearing the familiar tone of his friend, Zhu Changan finally felt relieved: "Xuan Ji, what was that just now?"
"It was Didi who was given to me by the clan leader." Mo Xuanji silently looked away.
That's all I can say now. Not only were his friends confused, but even he himself was completely bewildered. He had no idea what to say. "I'm sorry, Chief. I'm just borrowing your name."
Fortunately, his companions didn't dwell on it and quickly accepted the situation. After all, Mo Xuanji was a precious young of the Feather Tribe, so it was only natural that he should be treated with the utmost care.
"We have to leave quickly before that guy comes back." Shen Liuxue said as he dialed the emergency number. Their car was now scrapped and could not be started. Now they could only wait for the school rescue team to arrive.
Mo Xuanji was a little confused. He had always carried the feather given by Yan close to his body, but he had just searched all over his body and couldn't find the feather that he used to shake people. He didn't know if it had fallen somewhere.
The split soul had lasted a while, and Mo Xuanji felt a strong sense of dizziness again. He knew he was nearing his limit. Before withdrawing his consciousness, to facilitate the movement of his companions, Mo Xuanji simply transformed his body back to its original form.
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Ji Chen finally escaped. To ensure the safety of her companions, Yang Qingyan did not dare to chase him. At this time, she hid in the barrier and observed the battlefield not far away.
Unexpectedly, the seemingly easygoing boss could be so terrifying when angry. From her perspective, the fan-wielding boss, after saying that, stopped holding back, unleashing his ultimate moves one after another. Taowu could barely withstand them at first, but by the end, he was taking the beating unilaterally.
The ground was a mess, with traces of burns everywhere. As for Taowu, he lay half-dead, his fur charred black and white smoke rising from his body, appearing to be cooked. Even from a distance, Yang Qingyan could still smell the aroma of crispy pork belly.
Taowu was still breathing his last breath. He thought with despair: It's ruined, I'm screwed.
Phoenix has always had a good temper. No matter how it was provoked in the past, it would not kill anyone. Therefore, it was a little too unscrupulous this time.
Taowu was so regretful at this moment. He just heard the kid from the Nightmare Clan say that the Phoenix Sword had killed his best friend, so he wanted to test it out. He didn't expect it to be true, and he even stepped on the Phoenix's minefield perfectly.
But there is one thing that is very puzzling. Back then, the two had such a good relationship, and Meng was not Jiaojiao or Meng at all, so how did it end up like this?
In the silence, Yuheng slowly lowered his fan. A wave of fear washed over him. The intense pain, coupled with the simultaneous manipulation of his body, made it impossible for him to precisely control the energy within him. He'd felt something was amiss when he launched the first attack, and had withdrawn his attack in time, but even then, Taowu didn't look alright.
Help, don't beat him to death.
After the separated part of his soul returned to its place, Yuheng felt a little better. He landed lightly on the ground, expressionless, fan in hand, and walked towards Taowu step by step.
Taowu sensed something, opened one eye awkwardly, and looked at Yuheng in front of him in horror.
Yuheng looked down at it, fiery red energy flowing in his hands. His voice was still calm and gentle, but in Taowu's ears it was filled with endless murderous intent.
"Submission, or death, choose."
That short sentence was like a death knell from the underworld. In a trance, Taowu seemed to see his grandmother waving at him. As the saying goes, a man of insight is a true hero. Although the demons are bloodthirsty and warlike, they are not the kind of madmen who would disregard their own lives in a fight.
It exhaled a breath of black air and, resignedly, crouched at Yuheng's feet, a gesture of submission. This was the rule of the demon race: the strong were respected, simple and brutal. As long as their fists were strong enough, once they'd defeated you, their word was final.
"I am not as skilled as you, I admit defeat... Oh, stop fighting, stop fighting! From now on, I will be your subject, follow you, and remove all obstacles for you!" Taowu spoke very quickly and skillfully as if he had recited it countless times in private.
Yu Heng snorted softly and raised his hand to seal its demonic power. Under the influence of the spell, Taowu's body shrank rapidly, finally becoming only the size of a palm.
"Senior." Yang Qingyan walked out from the barrier and bowed to Yuheng. "Thank you for your help today. Qingyan is very grateful. If you can use Qingyan in any way in the future, please feel free to ask."
Afterward, she gave her team number and contact information. She didn't know what valuable gift she could offer her senior, so she could only give her contact information first, hoping to repay the favor later.
The worlds seen through the eyes of the real body and the vest are different. What Mo Xuanji cannot see is visible to Yu Heng. He discovered that Yang Qingyan's ability seemed to be related to cause and effect. No wonder she was so obsessed with "fair exchange".
Yuheng shook his head gently and looked at her gently: "It's just a small favor. Please help me keep it a secret and don't reveal my identity to anyone."
He himself hasn't figured out the matter yet, and he absolutely cannot let more people know about it now.
"Okay, I will keep this a secret." Yang Qingyan said.
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"You Lin, why are you squatting outside?" Yu Heng found out after he came back that You Lin had been squatting at the door. He thought You Lin had left long ago.
Hearing Yuheng's voice, You Lin immediately raised his head: "Sir!"
Somehow, Yuheng suddenly had a vision of a dog with separation anxiety. But the thought was somewhat offensive, considering this was only their second... third meeting.
"I'm sorry, I can't help you." He looked a little sad.
"You've already been a great help by telling me about Taowu." Yuheng gave him a gentle smile: "Why don't you come in, have a cup of hot tea and take a rest?"
After saying this, he realized something was wrong. Tea has the function of refreshing the mind. Now it was already dawn, and if he drank more, he might not even be able to catch up on his sleep.
Fortunately, You Lin didn't care about this. His eyes lit up and he said, "Then I'm sorry to bother you."
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