733 You Are the Wind, I Am the Sand (1/2)
Boom! Boom!
The warship moved slowly as the formation on the ship's chassis revolved. Abundant energy surged, pushing the ship forward to cross the void. It left enormous shockwaves on its trail.
It was the Heavenly Spring Holy Land's punitive expedition warship, the top-quality warship on the Hidden Dragon Continent. The formation on the ship was created by the Formation Master with magical functions and powers. It could even cross the void like the Almighty experts.
However, the energy required to cross the spaces was greatly enormous. Thus, if it wasn't a special situation, they wouldn't use this ability.
However, today, the old man couldn't wait anymore. He directly asked the operator to use this space-crossing ability. They needed to come to the Valley of Gluttony as soon as possible to accomplish the mission Amethyst Elder had assigned. They must get the Valley of Gluttony's inheritance.
Amethyst Elder said that the competition to vie for the Valley of Gluttony's inheritance this time attracted not only the Heavenly Spring Holy Land but the other Holy Lands. They had been ready to make trouble for a long time. It made the old man more regretful that he hadn't joined Golden Sabre to capture that stupid Chu Changsheng.
If they had captured that old fogy, there wouldn't have been so many troubles.
However, regret could do nothing. The most important thing now was to get the inheritance. They couldn't afford to let the other Holy Lands take it at any cost.
”Use the space-crossing ability! Head to the Valley of Gluttony.” The old man stood upright at the warship's front deck, his grave voice spreading to the entire warship.
Immediately, the warship boomed as many formations on it glowed magnificently. Those lights were so dazzling that they made people's eyes tear.
Buzz…
A terrifying energy rippled, as though it wanted to tear the space to create a thorough passage.
On the warship, a tornado rose, billowing people's hair.
Saint Daughter Zi Yun's blue eyes looked curious. She eyed the changes on the warship, feeling somehow excited.
Her one-hundredth runaway finally worked!
Boom! Boom!
However, right after that, a white shadow shot out from the five-colored mountain range, crossing the void rapidly. He was like a jet of light, zooming toward the warship.
The moment Zi Yun saw the light shadow, she jolted.
”Hurry! Accelerate!” shouted Zi Yun.
She was very familiar with that light shadow. Every time she ran away, that light shadow captured her back home. Every time she saw that light shadow, she was fearfully vigilant.
She wanted to ditch that light shadow. However, it was one of her father's clones, with a special task of capturing her.
”Your Highness, we can't rush as we cross the space.” The old man's face shivered, but he talked solemnly.
Zi Yun snorted indignantly. She knew that this old man had plotted against her. Turning around, she saw the clone flying fast like an angel dashing through the void.
Saint Daughter Zi Yun's eyes sparked angrily. Then, she raised one hand and pulled the old man's beard.
The old man was dumbfounded.
”You stinky fogy! I will remember what you've done to me today! When I come back, I will pluck every single hair of your beard!” Saint Daughter Zi Yun threatened.
The old man was so bewildered.
Right then, he saw the Saint Daughter raise her straight legs, stomping on the deck. Her long legs stretched like a spring before she jumped. Her body shot forcefully, entering the space crack that was twisting open.
It was the area the warship was about to go through…
The old man's expression changed instantly.
The light shadow zoomed over, thrusting into the formation with surging, imposing aura.
The old man paled as he hurriedly said, ”This space passage hasn't been built yet. The Saint Daughter has gone? What if she'll be ripped apart by the terrifying energy?”
The old man's face turned ashen with that thought.
After the space crack had shaken several times, it turned stable and didn't shake anymore.
The old man exhaled.
…
Swish.
The void cracked.
A figure fell from the sky, her purple hair fluttering.
Below that falling figure, Nether King Er Ha, who had two dark circles under his eyes, was walking dispiritedly. With both of his arms hanging down, he looked so cold, empty, and lonely.
He needed Spicy Strips. He needed a lot of Spicy Strips.
Right now, he just wanted to hug a Spicy Strip, lick it, and eat it.
Suddenly, his mind moved. He lazily lifted his handsome face and saw a shadow falling fast, zooming bigger and bigger in his vision.
Someone's falling?
Nether King Er Ha was surprised. He raised both arms to catch that shadow.
Thud!
It was a really loud thud. Dispirited Nether King looked at the deep hole in front of him and then his empty hands. He rubbed his head in embarrassment—he didn't mean it.
Without the Spicy Strips, his eyes were a little blurred.
A shadow crawled out of the hole. She got dust all over her body, and her purple hair was disheveled as if it had just exploded.
Saint Daughter Zi Yun felt her joints were about to detach. After crawling out, she lifted her head and caught a glimpse of Nether King Er Ha.
That stunning face…
Saint Daughter Zi Yun became dazed. Those black eyes were so deep and sad that they could make people sink in their depths.
You are the wind, and I am sand, crazily entangled with each other to the end of the world! *
How could such a wonderful person exist in this world?
And, at that moment, Saint Daughter Zi Yun had fallen for him.