In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

After the kiss, the air seemed to still be filled with the sweet scent of the two.

Li Zimo slowly put Xiao Ling down with an indescribable tenderness.

Xiao Ling seemed to be still immersed in the affectionate and passionate kiss just now. Her legs felt a little weak and she unconsciously fell into Li Zimo's strong arms.

Her eyes became blurred and deep, and her arms were wrapped around Li Zimo's waist, as if she was looking for a sense of security, or perhaps enjoying this rare intimacy.

Li Zimo felt the tenderness and dependence of Xiao Ling in his arms, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

He gently stroked Xiaoling's hair, his eyes full of pampering and cherishing.

He knew that at this moment, their relationship had transcended ordinary friendship and had become indispensable in each other's lives.

As Xiao Ling gradually regained consciousness from her dazed state, Li Zimo whispered softly in her ear, his voice filled with gentle guidance:

"Xiao Ling, do you still remember what your sister Wan'er looked like just now?"

Xiao Ling's cheeks flushed again when she heard this. She lowered her head shyly and replied softly:

"remember."

Seeing this, a smile flashed in Li Zimo's eyes.

Xiao Ling raised her head shyly, her eyes full of attachment to Li Zimo.

She didn't want to disappoint this expectation, so she slowly turned around, imitated Wen Wan'er's previous appearance, and gently pressed herself against the big tree beside her.

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The two quarters of an hour of warm time seemed to pass in a flash, and Li Zimo and Xiao Ling finally ended that time full of romance and beauty.

They carefully tidied each other's clothes, making sure everything was back to normal. Then, Li Zimo escorted Xiao Ling quietly back to the team.

In order to avoid attracting unnecessary attention, Li Zimo waited for half an hour. Only after everything seemed normal did he slowly return to the team.

At this time, night has quietly fallen, covering the forest with a mysterious veil.

Zhao Yanran and Feng Wuhen were busy on the field. They were grilling the tiger meat of the Roaring Wind Spirit Tiger with their dexterous hands. The aroma filled the air, making people drool.

In the light of the fire, the two men's faces looked particularly resolute and warm, as if they were putting a perfect end to the day's battle and harvest.

Wen Wan'er hugged Xiao Ling tightly, they leaned against each other, with happy smiles on their faces.

Wen Wan'er spoke softly, not knowing what interesting things she was talking about, which made Xiao Ling laugh like a silver bell from time to time.

The picture is warm and harmonious, as if all the troubles in the world have been left behind.

Under the cover of night, the four-member team enjoyed this rare tranquility and beauty.

Li Zimo slowly joined the barbecue with a hint of guilt and embarrassment.

He knew very well that Wen Wan'er's helpless and slightly blaming look concealed her deep understanding and complex emotions towards him.

The unspoken tacit understanding made him smile bitterly, because he knew that Wen Wan'er had keenly noticed the unusual relationship between him and Xiao Ling.

In the light of the fire, Li Zimo's smile seemed a little unnatural, but he still tried to maintain a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere, trying to ease the subtle embarrassment with his actions.

He took the barbecue from Feng Wuhen's hand and flipped it skillfully, while talking to everyone in a relaxed tone, trying to divert the topic and prevent this subtle emotion from continuing to spread.

the next day.

Deep in a dark forest, a team of five was moving cautiously along a winding path.

Surrounded by dense trees and intricate vines, the light is thin, and only the occasional moonlight adds a bit of gloom and mystery to the area.

Suddenly, an imperceptible sense of crisis filled the air, as if some unknown creature was approaching silently.

At this moment, a first-grade, top-grade adult shadow leopard suddenly jumped down from the treetop, like a ghost in the night, with a speed so fast that it was astonishing.

This shadow leopard has a sturdy body and is covered with jet-black hair, which blends perfectly with the night. Only its eyes flash with a faint green light, like two balls of ghost fire, which are particularly eye-catching in the darkness.

Its limbs were long and powerful, and every leap seemed so light and deadly that people couldn't help but worry about the safety of the five-member team.

The battle is about to break out.

As the strongest member of the team, Li Zimo's ninth-level martial arts cultivation makes him the backbone of this battle.

He held a long sword in his hand, his figure like a swimming dragon, and every sword move he made was precise and deadly.

At the beginning of the battle, Li Zimo took the lead. He flashed and appeared on the flank of the Shadow Leopard like a ghost.

The long sword in his hand was covered with rich spiritual power, and the tip of the sword was shining coldly, pointing directly at the vital point of the Shadow Spirit Leopard.

With a low shout from him, the long sword soared into the sky like a dragon, carrying tremendous spiritual power and slashing towards the shadow leopard.

However, the Shadow Leopard was no pushover either. It was agile and dodged the fierce attack by turning sideways. At the same time, it swung its sharp claws, aiming straight for Li Zimo's throat.

Seeing this, Zhao Yanran and Feng Wuhen immediately stepped forward to provide support.

Zhao Yanran's eighth-level martial arts cultivation allowed her to display formidable strength in battle. The long sword in her hand danced impenetrably, and each sword strike contained the chill and sharpness of ice-type spiritual power.

She used softness to overcome hardness, cleverly neutralized the Shadow Leopard's attack, and took the opportunity to look for a counterattack.

Feng Wuhen used his agility and exquisite footwork to roam the battlefield, looking for the flaws of the Shadow Leopard.

Sometimes he attacked head-on, sometimes he made a detour from the side, and each attack was as fierce as a storm, leaving the Shadow Leopard overwhelmed.

Although Wen Wan'er and Xiao Ling only have the cultivation level of seventh-level martial artists, they also showed extraordinary courage and strength in the battle.

Wen Wan'er's swordsmanship is delicate, as gentle and resilient as spring water. She can cleverly avoid the attacks of the Shadow Leopard and look for opportunities to counterattack.

Xiao Ling, on the other hand, was extremely powerful, and her swordsmanship was fierce and unparalleled. Every strike of hers was as shocking as a landslide.

She and Wen Wan'er cooperated with each other, one attacking and one defending, and won valuable combat space for the team.

In this fierce battle, the five-man team relied on their unique swordsmanship and profound cultivation to fight a desperate battle with the Shadow Leopard.

Their sword lights weaved together with the sharp claws and fangs of the Shadow Leopard, forming brilliant rays of light.

As the battle progressed, the five-man team gradually gained the upper hand.

Through tacit cooperation and sophisticated tactical arrangements, they continuously consumed the physical and spiritual strength of the Shadow Leopard.

Finally, after a series of fierce attacks, the Shadow Leopard finally couldn't hold on and fell in a pool of blood.