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Chapter 536 "Annoying things."

Jin Mianxi was thrown cruelly at the foot of Xianwang Mountain, looking very miserable.

He slumped on the ground covered with gravel and weeds, his clothes disheveled and stained with mud, his palms cut by sharp stones when he supported himself on the ground, and bright red blood slowly seeped out and mixed with the dust.

He was filled with panic and confusion, and his head seemed to be tangled with countless threads.

He just couldn't understand why his wife Huanzhen, who had always been gentle and virtuous and even spoke softly, and his two children Jincaocao and Jintaotao, who were peaceful and as pure as mountain springs, had suddenly changed their temperaments and become so strange, as if they were possessed by evil spirits.

Jin Mianxi gritted his teeth and tried to stand up using his hands and feet, but a piercing pain in his ankle suddenly came over him. It was caused by the sprain when he was thrown off by the Xiluo lock. The pain made his face pale and cold sweat poured down.

His body swayed and he almost fell down again. He finally managed to keep his balance.

At this moment, his eyes were full of panic and helplessness, like a deer that had strayed into a desperate situation. He looked around but could not find a glimmer of hope.

The calmness and composure of the past had long since disappeared without a trace. My heart felt like it was tangled in a tangled mess, and I had no idea what to do. All that was left was endless fear and confusion.

After being stunned for a moment, he suddenly seemed to have grasped the last straw, and raised his head abruptly, shouting at the top of his voice: "Huan'er, Huan'er! Huan'er!"

The voice echoed in the empty and lonely foot of the mountain, with a crying tone, and every sound was filled with his despair and anxiety.

The sound was carried by the howling mountain wind and drifted away into the distance, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, without causing any ripples of response.

Huan Yan pretended not to hear anything and didn't even glance in his direction.

She stood straight, like a pine tree standing proudly on the top of a mountain, cold and determined.

The powerful aura emanating from her body made people shudder, as if there was an insurmountable abyss between her and Jin Mianxi, and all the warmth and connections of the past had disappeared at this moment.

Jincaocao is located in the quiet and peaceful Yingzuo Hall on the main peak of Xianwang Mountain, surrounded by the rising fragrance of tea.

She was wearing a plain silk dress, the hem of which trailed slightly on the ground, like an orchid blooming in a quiet valley.

At this moment, she was leaning lazily on the quaint and elegant carved nanmu chair, her posture comfortable and relaxed.

Her fingers, as white as young onions, gently picked up the teacup, which was as soft and smooth as mutton-fat jade. Her movements were soft and graceful, as if she was holding the most precious treasure in the world.

She slowly brought the teacup to her lips, opened her red lips slightly, took a sip, and the boiling hot tea slowly slid down her throat. The warmth instantly spread throughout her body, dispelling the slight chill around her body.

Outside the hall, a breeze blew gently, ruffling the thin bamboo curtain hanging at the door of the hall, making a rustling sound.

At the same time, the small and exquisite copper bells on the eaves also make clear and pleasant sounds under the caress of the breeze, as if it is a wonderful piece of music played by nature, complementing the leisurely and contented state of the golden grass, and together they outline a peaceful and beautiful picture.

Jin Caocao held a cup of fragrant tea in her hand. The rising tea fragrance was like a lively fairy, lingering softly at the tip of her nose.

She took a sip, the warm tea slid down her throat, and the warmth instantly spread in her heart.

Putting down the teacup, she looked out the window, her eyes full of tenderness and intoxication.

The breeze was like a gentle messenger, blowing softly, and the thin bamboo curtain swayed slightly as if it was gently lifted by an invisible hand.

The shadow of the bamboo curtain sways slowly on the ground, interweaving with the sunlight shining through the carved window lattices, creating a wonderful dreamlike pattern, as if it were an abstract painting carefully created by nature, this top painter.

Strands of sunlight gently enveloped the Shadow Hall, coating every piece of furnishing in the hall with a layer of warm gold. Even the dust suspended in the air sparkled in the light, like stars.

The mountain gate was wide open, and the palace gate was also open without reservation, allowing the breeze to flow in unhindered. This breeze, with the unique freshness and freedom of Xianwang Mountain, carried the fragrance of flowers and plants and the rustic smell of soil, gently caressed Jincaocao's cheeks, and ruffled the hair by her ears.

The sunlight poured down unhindered, filling the room with dazzling golden light. The bright light illuminated every corner of the house and made Jin Caocao's eyes sparkle with brilliance.

She stood quietly in front of the window, her figure light and graceful, her light pink dress fluttering gently in the breeze, like a delicate peach blossom blooming in the spring breeze.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a comfortable and satisfied smile. That smile was like the brightest sunshine in spring, warm and bright.

She opened her lips slightly, her voice as gentle as a spring whisper: "This Xianwang Mountain is really a very pleasant place. The mountain breeze is so gentle, and the scenery is so beautiful. It's better to stay here for a while, enjoy this leisurely and comfortable life, and indulge in this boundless beauty."

At the horizon, a dazzling streak of light carrying a murderous aura came from the distant Linxian Island, rushing towards Xianwang Mountain with the force of thunder.

In the blink of an eye, the light was already there. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an urgent decree issued by the Greedy Clan.

This decree carries the will of the top leaders of the Greedy Clan and carries with it a terrifying deterrent force. It is like a deadly blade hanging high in the air, emitting a cold aura that cannot be disobeyed.

At this moment, the aroma of tea was wafting in the Yingzuo Hall. Jin Caocao was leaning lazily on the couch, sipping tea and enjoying the scenery leisurely.

Sensing the movement outside, she just raised her eyes nonchalantly and glanced at the flowing light casually. A trace of disgust flashed across her eyes for an instant, and then she lowered her eyelids as if nothing had happened, her expression full of undisguised impatience and boredom, as if the decree carrying the majesty of the Greedy Clan was just an insignificant ant.

"An annoying thing." She opened her red lips, her voice was soft but cold as ice, revealing an innate arrogance and determination.

After saying that, she casually picked up a jade-like teacup on the table. Her movements seemed casual and unrestrained, but in fact they concealed a fierce force. With lightning speed, she threw it towards the eagle that was carrying the message.

The quasi-eagle was originally hanging in the air, surrounded by a cold spiritual energy, its wings trembling slightly, and it was ready to convey the will of the Greedy Clan with the determination to accomplish its mission.

But it never expected that it would encounter such a sudden and fatal attack.

In an instant, the quasi-eagle seemed to be hit by a sledgehammer, and its body flew out uncontrollably, drawing a crooked arc in the air, with its feathers flying in disarray.

"How ridiculous!" The quasi-eagle let out a sharp cry, its voice full of anger and unwillingness. The cry pierced the sky, carrying endless panic.

Immediately, it did not dare to delay at all, and flapped its wings desperately, turning into a blurred afterimage, and fled hastily towards the sky. Its speed was as if there was a flood or a beast chasing it from behind, and it wished it could grow a pair of wings and escape from this terrible place in an instant.

Jin Caocao watched coldly as the quasi-eagle fled in a panic. A cold light flashed in her eyes, like a meteor across the cold night, revealing a bone-chilling coldness.

Then, her slender fingertips moved slightly. The movement seemed gentle, but it was like triggering a world-destroying storm.

In an instant, Xiluosuo, who had been hiding in the dark and waiting for orders, let out a low roar, like an awakened ancient ferocious beast, and turned into a black lightning, carrying endless murderous aura, and rushed towards the quasi-eagle like lightning.

Wherever the Xiluo Lock passed, the air seemed to be cut madly by an invisible sharp blade, making a sharp "sizzling" sound, and visible cracks in space spread rapidly like a spider web.

Before Zhunying could react, the Xiluo Lock had already wrapped around him tightly like a ghost.

The tough rope, like a greedy python, was getting tighter and tighter, and every inch was squeezing the eagle's life.

Immediately afterwards, Xiluo Suo exerted force suddenly, with such strength that it seemed to be able to shake the heaven and earth.

Under the stranglehold of this terrifying force, in just the blink of an eye, the quasi-eagle was turned into a bloody mess under the ravages of the Xiluo Lock, and its body fell straight from the sky like a broken rag doll.

With a loud "bang", the quasi-eagle smashed heavily on the ground, creating a shocking blood pit. The bright red blood quickly spread around like a winding stream, leaving a shocking bloody color on the ground.