Atkin

Chapter 537: Out in a Row

"Hehe..." Huanzhen had a smile on his face, his eyes full of satisfaction and pride. He watched his daughter act decisively, and his heart was finally at ease.

Outside the house, the warm sun shines, covering the entire courtyard with a layer of broken gold. The breeze is like a gentle hand, gently caressing the courtyard, carrying with it the rich fragrance of the roses blooming in the courtyard and the unique fresh scent of the newly sprouted grass and trees, which is refreshing and refreshing.

Huanxuan placed a long lounge chair under the shade of the trees in the courtyard. The lounge chair was made of fine rattan, with a delicate texture and a slightly cool touch.

She was half lying on it lazily, her body stretched out and relaxed, her plain robe fluttering gently in the breeze, like an impressionistic ink painting.

The small table next to him was also antique, made of precious mahogany, and filled with exquisite snacks.

There are plates of delicious food, some are exquisitely shaped pastries, with layers of puff pastry that look like blooming petals, and the surface is dotted with crystal clear icing, sparkling in the sun; some are neatly cut fresh fruits, so tender and juicy that it seems like the juice will overflow at any time.

Huanzhen held a cup of brightly colored fruit wine, which was made of warm colored glass. The light pink fruit wine swayed gently in it, just like the sunset on the horizon in spring.

She took a sip, and the fruity aroma instantly spread between her lips and teeth. It was the mellow sweetness of fresh fruit that had been fermented over time. The sweet taste slid down her throat, bringing a refreshing comfort, and she was completely immersed in this rare leisure.

Not far away, Jin Taotao was also lying on another lounge chair, with his legs casually crossed, his hands behind his head, and a relaxed and happy smile on his face.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled shadows on his body, outlining the boy's unique vigor. His hair flutters gently in the breeze, making him look even more free and easy.

He held a piece of exquisite dessert in one hand and took a bite. The crumbs stuck to the corners of his mouth and he chuckled from time to time. The laughter was crisp and hearty, full of satisfaction with this leisurely time.

The mother and son lay there comfortably, their eyes occasionally meeting and they smiled at each other tacitly, as if everything in the world was under their control.

The Huan family, the Jin family, and all the big and small forces in Shuonan City, whether it is the greedy and ambitious Lan clan, or the mysterious and treacherous Quelu clan, are all in sight.

In this seemingly quiet and peaceful afternoon, they controlled everything quietly, and everyone was in the hands of the three of them, mother and son.

The subtle movement of every force and the thoughts and calculations of every person cannot escape their sharp eyes, and they are overlooking the changes in this world with a relaxed and calm attitude, as if everything is under control and the years are quiet and good, nothing more than that.

In a hidden corner of Xianwang Mountain, dense bushes half-hid the figures of the Green Bird people.

They gathered together in groups of three or four, with their heads close together, as if this would allow them to keep their words secret from being eavesdropped on by others.

"Could it be that these Huan Xi and Jin Cao Cao have been possessed by some evil spirit or demon?" A thin man of the Sparrow tribe, slightly hunched over like a frightened little animal, his eyes full of anxiety and confusion, muttered in an almost inaudible voice.

"When I saw them before, they were as docile as the beasts in the forest who had never seen the world. They looked harmless. Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, they seemed to be possessed by the devil of greed and their temperament changed drastically!" As he spoke, he shuddered unconsciously. It seemed that just thinking about the current appearance of Huanzhu and Jincaocao made his back cold. Not far away, more than 20 people of the Sparrow Green tribe formed a tight circle, and the atmosphere was as tense as a fully drawn bowstring.

The broad and nimble wings behind them were trembling slightly at this moment, and every feather seemed to have life, like silk swaying in the wind, with a soft yet sharp luster.

These wings use feathers as blades and are lighter and more flexible than human fingers. The delicacy of their movements is astonishing.

Their wings were seen flapping rapidly, so fast that it was almost impossible to see clearly. One could only catch flashes of cold light passing by like lightning.

With each flap of the wings, the Xiluo locks that trapped them were unlocked one by one. The Xiluo locks were still intact in the air, maintaining their original binding shape, as if silently telling how incredible everything that had just happened was. However, more than 20 people from the Sparrow Green Tribe had successfully escaped, their movements were so fast and their coordination was so tacit, as if they had practiced it countless times before.

"Fortunately, we didn't touch the password by mistake, otherwise we would have fallen into the abyss and would be in big trouble." An older member of the Sparrow Green tribe panted slightly, raised his hand to wipe the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and said with lingering fear, with a hint of relief in his voice. "This thing is very spiritual. If there is any mistake, we will all die here." Another person continued, and his voice was also very low, as if he was afraid of disturbing some sleeping beast.

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp-eyed member of the tribe in the crowd immediately raised his index finger, put it in front of his lips, and made a "hush" gesture. His movements were quick and decisive, and his eyes were full of vigilance.

Everyone understood what he meant immediately, and they tiptoed, their steps so slow that they made almost no sound. The soles of their shoes rubbed lightly against the ground, and they walked cautiously towards the distance like ghosts walking in the night.

Their figures appeared and disappeared among the mottled shadows of the trees, and gradually disappeared in this troubled place, fearing that if they stayed for one more second, they would get into unbearable trouble.

"I can't afford to offend you, I can't afford to offend you!" A petite member of the Green Tribe couldn't stop shaking her voice, as if her throat was clenched by fear. She muttered to herself and looked around in panic, as if she would be in calamity if she made the slightest noise.

"Yes, we have finally seen it this time, let's go!" Another older member of the tribe, his eyes filled with fear of surviving a disaster, urged anxiously, wishing he could grow wings and escape from here immediately.

Everyone nodded, their faces filled with fear and anxiety, and they understood each other tacitly, their steps became more and more hurried. Their movements were slow but urgent, and their wings flapped slightly, causing the air around them to make a slight "rustling" sound. In this silent forest, every sound was infinitely amplified, so they seemed to be afraid of making a big noise and attracting the attention of the terrifying existence again.

One by one, like well-trained night walkers, they approached the edge of the mountain silently. First, a young tribesman, like a vigilant little animal, carefully observed the surroundings, not missing any slight movement. After confirming that it was safe, he tapped the ground with his toes and quickly spread his wings. The white wings flickered in the weak light. With the help of the breeze, he flew away lightly like a green phantom, leaving almost no trace in the air.

Following closely behind was a somewhat childish teenager. He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently. He tried hard to suppress his inner nervousness and imitated the movements of his predecessors, rising quickly and quietly into the air. His slightly awkward movements were filled with fear of unknown danger and an eagerness to escape.

Just like that, the Green Bird Tribe came out one after another, leaving fleeting shadows in the sky above Xianwang Mountain, and fled desperately into the distance.

Their figures appeared and disappeared in the clouds, getting smaller and smaller until they disappeared completely, leaving only a silent forest, as if they had never appeared, but left an indelible mark of fear in this forest.