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You Were Born a Nobleman, Chapter Sixty-Three Balala the Fairies Transformation!
The injured vines seemed very angry, their claw-like tendrils reaching into the air, then extending towards them following their scent. Shu Que Wu Pan
Everyone stepped back together. Kong Xuan handed the semi-conscious Jumping to Little Fish, then leaped into the thicket of vines, with Lang Ye following closely behind.
Tang Zisu clenched her fists, watching Kong Xuan navigate through the perilous vines, feeling as if a large hand was tightly gripping her heart, making it hard to breathe.
Little Fish was even more anxious. He quickly recalled the methods in the book for dealing with Ghost Vine, but it felt like a layer of fog obscured his thoughts, making it impossible to think clearly.
The number of vines increased, but they seemed to fear Kong Xuan, not daring to entangle him as they had with Jumping. However, Lang Ye was in a dire situation, countless vine-like tendrils tightly coiling around his limbs. Lang Ye could only use his sharp fangs to continuously bite through the approaching tendrils, but the forceful tearing caused his wounds to bleed again.
The smell of blood attracted the tendrils, which ceased their assault on Kong Xuan and surged towards Lang Ye like a tide.
Lang Ye was almost completely covered by the tendrils from head to toe. Kong Xuan slashed away at those ugly things layer by layer, but they had regenerative abilities and quickly grew back, re-entangling Lang Ye.
Softy bit her lip and held her breath, watching Lang Ye struggle futilely against the entangling tendrils. Unable to bear her throbbing pulse any longer, she reached for a wooden stick and shouted, “Ahei, I’m coming to save you!”
Tang Zisu grabbed her arm: “Softy, you’ll only be sending yourself to death.”
“High Priestess, let go! I can’t watch Ahei die.”
"It won't die, there is Xuan Xuan, Xuan Xuan will save him."
Softy unleashed a tremendous force, and Tang Zisu was struggling to hold her.
Little Fish suddenly said, "I got it, High Priestess, shoot quickly, aim for its main vine, the black one in the middle, hurry!"
Tang Zisu released Softy, disregarding everything else as she nocked an arrow and chanted a spell: "Ukara, Padora, Balala the Fairies, transform!"
It turned out that some people could still be sharpshooters even with their eyes closed, like the unskilled archer Tang Zisu.
The ordinary bamboo arrow transformed into an ancient divine weapon, piercing through the center of the massive main vine. With a scream reminiscent of an old woman, red liquid gushed out, and the tentacles wrapped around Lang Ye withered and quickly shriveled away.
Lang Ye crawled out from the pile of disgusting tentacle corpses, taking a long breath.
Softy looked at him, her lips trembling slightly before curving into the sweetest smile, a smile tinged with tears.
In that moment, Lang Ye seemed to understand; his thousands of years of cultivation were all for this smile.
Although they had defeated the Ghost Vine, everyone’s nerves were even more on edge. According to Tang Zisu's experience from watching countless monster-hunting videos in her twenty-first century life, *oss* was the most difficult to deal with, and they would inevitably face a more intense bloodbath. So when they finally found Zhu Yan after passing through the gorge, Tang Zisu and her companions were stunned.
At the cave entrance sat a gigantic ape-like creature with white hair and red fur, holding a mirror and adorning its head with flowers. Bright orange blossoms filled its hair. Standing beside it was Jumping Dad, dressed in colorful clothing that was too tight, exposing much of his hairy chest and bulging belly. He held a tray filled with cosmetics like rouge, powder, oil, and perfume.
The group exchanged glances; Jumping, who had jumped down from Little Fish, opened his mouth several times but couldn't call out "Dad." Was this a situation involving a Divine Horse? Zhu Yan, if you're going to be a monster, at least have some professionalism as one; what on earth are you doing with all this makeup?
Happy Duanwu Festival! I miss my Su Zhen Bai Niang.
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