Chapter 33

"Quickly, get on the horse!"

Zhou Lu shouted at the two women, then immediately drew a whistling arrow from his waist. With a "squeak," the arrow pierced the mountain mist, and a brilliant red light exploded in the sky, spreading like a flame through the fog, growing larger and larger, as if it had set the sky on fire.

This was the exclusive signal arrow of the Eagle Wing Army.

When Lei Meng had given this arrow to Zhou Lu, he had instructed him to keep it with him at all times, no matter where he was in the West Mountain area.

Sure enough, it proved to be of great use today.

Ke Ling and Xiao Luan, trembling, struggled to climb onto their horses, and with a flick of the reins, they both called out anxiously, "Zhou Lu, quickly get on..."

Zhou Lu took a step forward, but seeing this scene, he was momentarily stunned. He swallowed hard and felt a twinge of joy.

"Are you two doing this on purpose?"

He had originally intended for the two women to ride one horse and himself another, but in their panic, they had each climbed onto a different horse. After climbing up, they still thought of Zhou Lu and invited him to join them.

Zhou Lu's eyes darted around, his gaze shifty, as he struggled to make a decision. Choosing one meant abandoning the other, and he hesitated.

The sound of hooves from behind grew closer.

The two women were frantic, shouting together, "Zhou Lu, hurry up and go!"

"Alright!"

Zhou Lu responded loudly, gritted his teeth, and in one swift move, he leaped behind Ke Ling and onto the horse.

"Go!"

The two horses galloped forward.

Zhou Lu, as if riding a horse for the first time, swayed and nearly fell off, his face full of panic. He grabbed wildly, finally wrapping his arms tightly around Ke Ling's waist and refusing to let go.

Zhou Lu trembled with fear, hugging Ke Ling tighter and tighter.

Ke Ling let out a soft cry, almost collapsing on the horse. She felt a burning heat all over, unsure if it was from the earlier fright or the warmth of Zhou Lu's large hands.

Ke Ling was both embarrassed and angry; she knew all too well the lecherous thoughts of the fat man.

Zhou Lu panted heavily, nervously saying, "That was close, almost fell off..."

"Phew!"

Ke Ling was both amused and exasperated. Wasn't he supposed to be a skilled rider? A skilled rider wouldn't fall off a horse.

Riding and shooting weren't just about shooting on flat ground; such a person should be able to live on a horse, even sleep without falling off.

Zhou Lu's thighs were like cushions, and with the horse's jolts, Ke Ling felt as if she were sitting on his lap. Combined with being tightly embraced, she almost collapsed into his arms.

When had Ke Ling ever been held like this by a man? But with the sound of the approaching horsemen like a sea of waves, could she really push this lecherous fat man off the horse now?

The horses ran faster and faster, and Ke Ling panted on the horse.

Zhou Lu was overjoyed, his large hands boldly hugging Ke Ling's waist, his chin resting on her shoulder. The scent of her body filled his nose, and the soft, elastic feel of her body made him lose himself in pleasure.

Zhou Lu's eyes roamed down her neckline, where the edge of her hunting armor revealed a stunning expanse of snow-white and high curves. From his vantage point, he could see everything clearly.

The horse jolted up and down, and Zhou Lu panted heavily, his nose almost bleeding. He felt his hunting armor tightening, making him increasingly uncomfortable.

Xiao Luan was also very beautiful, but Ke Ling's figure was better, and the feel of her fullness was even more satisfying. Since the beautiful women had invited him, how could he disappoint his senior sister?

Zhou Lu thought to himself: Running into bandits right after leaving, I wonder if this is bad luck or good luck...

A strong wind whistled, and a bone spear was thrown from a distance.

The bandits had already emerged from the forest and were surging onto the mountain path. From there, the terrain was flat, making it easy to track them.

The bone spear had lost its momentum by the time it reached them, and Zhou Lu casually drew his knife to deflect it.

"Go!"

Zhou Lu squeezed his legs and extended his knife, slapping the rump of Xiao Luan's horse. Both horses charged forward like mad.

The sound of hooves, like a sea of waves, pursued them from behind. Not only from behind, but bandits also appeared on the slopes to the sides, and countless figures charged down the slopes at the sight of the three fleeing.

The slopes on both sides were filled with the sound of rolling rocks.

They had to break through before the bandits surrounded them; otherwise, they would be crushed into a pulp by the dense crowd of bandits.

This mountain path was their only escape route. The bandits on the slopes were surging like a tide, and now it was a race against time.

On the slopes behind, some bandits were already close to the bottom.

Ke Ling and Xiao Luan's hearts were in their throats, and their horses were galloping faster and faster, but they still felt it was too slow. Every moment was a matter of life and death.

On the left slope, a wild-haired, barefooted man with a bone spear leaped from a high rock, aiming straight for Zhou Lu and the others on the path, like a boulder falling from the sky.

"Zhou Lu..." Ke Ling cried out in fear.

Zhou Lu, riding the horse, had his mana spinning to the extreme, his body almost boiling with energy. The power from his ten mana veins surged, and his arms stretched out like ghosts, passing through Ke Ling's back and wrapping around her chest. With a "snap," he drew the bow to its full extent.

Zhou Lu aimed to the left, pressing his arms against Ke Ling's chest. The soft, elastic feel made his arms tingle.

Zhou Lu grimaced: "Oh, so big..."

With a "whoosh," the arrow, powered by the ten mana veins, seemed to have a mind of its own. The barefooted man was still in mid-air when the arrow pierced his throat, the force sending his body flying backward and crashing into the rocks.

The rocks rolled down the slope with a "clatter."

The arrow hit its mark, killing the man instantly.

Ke Ling was stunned, her eyes wide. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the tingling sensation in her chest. Her face burned, and her body felt weak. If not for Zhou Lu's embrace, she might have fallen off the horse.

"This damn fat man, he's definitely taking advantage."

Despite being taken advantage of, Ke Ling felt no anger. The pressure of his arm on her chest made her heart race, and her face flushed.

The journey was fraught with danger, but Zhou Lu was enjoying himself immensely as he galloped.

Bandits from the slopes would occasionally charge down, and Zhou Lu, "helplessly," had to shoot arrows, his arms brushing against Ke Ling's chest. The exquisite, soul-stirring sensation made Zhou Lu lose himself in pleasure, yet his archery was as graceful as a willow swaying in the wind, unpredictable and deadly, striking down enemies at the most critical moments, ensuring their safe passage through the chaos.

Ke Ling was mesmerized by Zhou Lu's incredible archery skills.

The arrows he shot seemed to have a mind of their own, hitting their targets with precision. Every bandit he aimed at was killed instantly.

Ke Ling gasped in awe.

In Zhou Lu's hands, archery had transcended the realm of a killing technique, becoming a form of ethereal art. Ke Ling even felt a sense of beauty in the rhythm of his shooting.

What she didn't know was that Zhou Lu was now controlling his body with all ten mana veins, equivalent to the level of the great elder Ou Ye Tu Ji. With the elder's strength, one person could slaughter an entire small tribe.

Zhou Lu's absolute power was still lacking, but the level of control he had was beyond the understanding of ordinary people.

But, was this fat man really killing enemies or taking advantage? Was he a brave warrior or a lecherous scoundrel?

The tingling sensation on her body made Ke Ling's face flush even more.

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The journey was perilous, but Zhou Lu was thoroughly enjoying himself as he galloped. Bandits from the slopes would occasionally charge down, and Zhou Lu, "helplessly," had to shoot arrows, his arms brushing against Ke Ling's chest. The exquisite, soul-stirring sensation made Zhou Lu lose himself in pleasure, yet his archery was as graceful as a willow swaying in the wind, unpredictable and deadly, striking down enemies at the most critical moments, ensuring their safe passage through the chaos.

Ke Ling was mesmerized by Zhou Lu's incredible archery skills. The arrows he shot seemed to have a mind of their own, hitting their targets with precision. Every bandit he aimed at was killed instantly.

Ke Ling gasped in awe. In Zhou Lu's hands, archery had transcended the realm of a killing technique, becoming a form of ethereal art. Ke Ling even felt a sense of beauty in the rhythm of his shooting.

What she didn't know was that Zhou Lu was now controlling his body with all ten mana veins, equivalent to the level of the great elder Ou Ye Tu Ji. With the elder's strength, one person could slaughter an entire small tribe.

Zhou Lu's absolute power was still lacking, but the level of control he had was beyond the understanding of ordinary people.

But, was this fat man really killing enemies or taking advantage? Was he a brave warrior or a lecherous scoundrel?

The tingling sensation on her body made Ke Ling's face flush even more.