Annihilation, The Unlucky Fusang Chosen One
The Werewolves that were fleeing in all directions were soon smashed into meat patties by the claws of the white jade lion that stood up in grief and indignation.
The hunting team and the werewolves had only fought for a short time, but even so, three of them had lost their lives and all of them were injured.
Even Chu Guoyu, who had thrown out an impenetrable sword net in his hand, was scratched by the werewolf's claw. There were three bloody wounds on his left arm.
The jade white lion tiptoed to Xiao Budian's side and crouched down carefully."
"Boss, it's really not my fault. I was wrong!”
The little guy raised the milk bottle with a heartache and looked at the beast milk that was half spilled. He frowned and climbed onto the lion's head, and unwillingly took a sip of the beast milk.
The jade white lion heaved a sigh of relief. It stood up majestically and strode forward.
Chu Guoyu put away his long sword and hurried over. He asked in a low voice,"
"Master Zhen Ding, this child…"
The scene just now was too shocking. The red werewolf that could easily tear Chu Guoyu apart was no different from a toy in the hands of the little boy.
Even the jade white lion was obviously very afraid of the little girl.
Beside him, Lauren and Jones also looked over with probing gazes, especially Lauren. He was a little confused.
He had trained hard in spear techniques and fighting techniques. After so many years, he was far inferior to even a little child.
Zheng Yuan bent his back and lowered his eyebrows. He said gently,"
"Amitabha. Little Benefactor Shi is a natural born supreme being, so it's normal for him to be a little stronger.”
The few of them looked at each other. A little stronger?
Was this a little bigger? A jade white lion the size of a truck was casually picked up and thrown away. It was ridiculous!
Lauren and Jones gulped. They were thinking, if the little boy was so awesome, then what about this mysterious old monk?
The two of them were even more determined to hug each other's thighs.
Chu Guoyu also thought of this and asked carefully,"
"Master Zhen Ding, everyone is still a little tired. Can we wait until tomorrow morning to continue our journey?”
Zheng Yuan didn't raise his head. His eyes were still lowered.
"Of course."
At this moment, the jade white lion was carrying the little guy, and beside it was a pure white deer. It walked over with its head held high.
Xiao Budian's eyes were filled with tears.
"Grandpa, I spilled a lot of beast milk!”
As he spoke, Xiao Budian pursed his lips,
"And we can't eat these werewolves. It's such a loss!”
As he spoke, the little guy was furious. He extended his small fist and subconsciously smashed it again.
One arm could exert 108,000 points of strength, which was equivalent to 50 tons of strength.
The jade white lion felt as if a huge hammer had hit its head. It lowered its head suddenly, feeling dizzy and aggrieved.
Chu Guoyu and Lao En clicked their tongues. This little boy was too terrifying.
If it were them, this punch would probably directly explode into a bloody mist.
Zheng Yuan smiled lightly."
"Little benefactor, don't be so pretentious. How can external things disturb your heart? Besides, wasn't there Lu?”
As he spoke, Zheng Yuan reached out his skinny hand and gently rubbed the white deer's head.
Only then did Chu Guoyu remember that this deer was not simple. It had a divine power and could control the wind.
Lu squinted her eyes comfortably.
Seeing this, Chu Guoyu didn't disturb him anymore. He bowed and said respectfully,"
"Then Master Zhen Ding, Little Brother Shi, I won't disturb your rest!”
Zheng Yuan slowly nodded his head with a kind look on his face.
Lao En and Jones also hurriedly bid farewell and returned to the camp with Chu Guoyu.
The night gradually deepened.
This world was very strange. There was a huge moon in the sky that scattered endless moonlight, but there were no stars.
When Zheng Yuan used the Buddha's Flower-plucking Technique and instantly ascended to the Arhat of High Latitude, he could clearly sense the countless stars in the sky.
At night, not even a single star could be seen.
The jade white lion and the pure white deer lay on the ground and fell into a deep sleep. The little guy lay on the jade white lion's soft head with his limbs facing the sky, and he was in a sweet dream.
The hundred-year-old withered monk was meditating quietly. Beside him was a nine-ringed monk staff bestowed by Buddha.
The moon hung high in the sky.
At the same time, the chosen ones from Fusang, the otaku with eyes and a woman in kimono with a knife at her waist.
The otaku pushed up his glasses and smiled.
"Senior Nian Cien, it's already so late. Shall we rest in the temple in front?”
Nian Cien glanced at the otaku in disdain.
"I really don't know why the Myriad Tribe Battlefield chose you.”
The otaku's expression turned bitter. He carefully glanced at the 'No Restrictions, No Restrictions, No Restrictions' of the Fusang generation's Nian Liu and said,
"I don't know either. I wish that I had died in the desolate forest and that the Sword Saint had survived…"
Nian Ci 'en looked straight ahead at the temple that was burning with candlelight.
"Let's go and rest for the night.”
The otaku was overjoyed.
The two of them walked into the temple. Nian Cien frowned and read the plaque hanging on the temple.
"Crying Mountain Temple?"
What a strange name.
Nian Cien didn't think much of it and stepped in with the otaku.
In the outside world, Fusang was already in an uproar.
Fusang netizen: Wasn't this the strange place that the hunting captain from the Warriken had mentioned?!”
Fusang netizen: ”
Fusang netizen: " Nian Jiang is the youngest person in history to be able to pass on all her promises. She will definitely be fine!"”
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