The Overlord Flower's Guide to Intercepting a Woman's Wife's Death and the Male Lead&

Su Xingmian bit her tongue, using the pain to forcefully suppress all the rampant demonic power within her body.

Following the legs, it flows from the soles of the feet into the root system network beneath the Helan Mountains.

This energy is too great for the root system to absorb.

If you water it even a fraction more, the plants within a radius of tens of kilometers will all go crazy.

In desperation, she forcibly redirected the torrent of demonic power, blasting it into the water vein twelve meters deep on the eastern foothills of Helan Mountain.

A gentle slope in a mountain valley dozens of kilometers away.

Two logistics soldiers were digging a well with pickaxes, and they had only dug down less than two meters.

A muffled thud suddenly came from underground.

A jet of water as thick as a waist ripped through the hardened frozen soil, shooting skyward and exploding into a cloud of white mist in mid-air.

The two soldiers were soaked to the bone and stood there dumbfounded.

On the Gobi Desert of Helan Mountain, a self-flowing spring was carved out.

This sudden pressure release was fatal.

The aftershocks of the immense demonic power that passed through spread in all directions along with the underground moisture.

Within a ten-meter radius of Su Xingmian, the withered yellow weeds are turning green again from the roots at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Several aspen trees, which should have lost all their leaves in late autumn, have sprouted buds on their bare branches.

Can't control it.

Su Xingmian closed her eyes and gave a death order in her mind.

Close them. Close them all!

The moment the demonic power was abruptly severed, the backlash came crashing down on them.

Half of his bones were on fire, and the other half were filled with ice; his body temperature fluctuated wildly in an instant.

"Sister-in-law, why aren't you leaving?"

Xiao Zhao walked to her side.

Su Xingmian tucked her hands tightly into her coat pockets, her face completely drained of color.

"The wind in the mountain pass is strong, it gives me a headache, and I feel hot and cold all over."

Xiao Zhao got anxious.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhao became anxious.

My sister-in-law was out in the cold for most of the night a few days ago. If she gets sick from the cold, the political commissar will skin him alive when we get back.

"Then let's hurry down the mountain, get in the car, and get out of the wind."

Just as the two were about to take a step, Wei Guodong, who was walking in front, suddenly squatted down by the roadside.

He stared at a clump of lush green sea buckthorn branches, then turned to look at a few budding aspen trees, reached out and plucked a leaf, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

"What the hell... In November, what's wrong with this tree?"

Su Xingmian's back was already soaked with cold sweat, but she forced herself to speak.

"Uncle Wei, is this valley a natural shelter? I guess there's been a warm current trapped inside these past few days, making the temperature high and causing the plants to become confused."

Wei Guodong stood up and looked around.

The wind was sharp as knives; where did this warm air come from?

But he couldn't find any other explanation, so he could only scratch his head and mutter to himself.

"It's weird, really weird."

Su Xingmian had just breathed a sigh of relief when a sudden change occurred.

A cry of an eagle pierced the evening breeze.

The sound was so close that it hurt my eardrums.

A huge black shadow swooped down from above, accompanied by a fierce, foul wind.

Xiao Zhao reacted extremely quickly, stepping forward to block Su Xingmian, his hand already on the holster at his waist.

A bird of prey landed on a rock ten meters away.

Golden eagle.

This thing doesn't look very big in the air, but once it lands, the sense of oppression is terrifying.

The wingspan is estimated to be over 2.3 meters.

The feathers, a blend of deep chestnut and golden brown, stood on end with the mountain wind, and the crest on the back of its neck gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen in the setting sun.

This is the absolute overlord of the Helan Mountains, the apex predator of the food chain.

An adult golden eagle can even break a wolf's spine with a single claw.

Its two barbed claws were firmly gripping the crevice in the rock, its wings were half open and half closed, and it was flapping restlessly.

Those round, amber eyes looked past Xiao Zhao and locked onto Su Xingmian.

Animals are 10,000 times more sensitive than humans.

It smelled the strong scent of grass and trees and was attracted to it.

This is not over yet.

Su Xingmian could sense it in the surrounding bushes and behind the rocks.

There were even many small and medium-sized animals rushing towards this place, but they were intimidated by this big creature and did not dare to show their faces.

The golden eagle opened its sharp beak, which was covered in blood grooves, and made a wheezing sound from its throat, growing increasingly agitated.

Xiao Zhao had already drawn half of his sidearm, his palms were sweaty.

At this distance, if the golden eagle were to attack, it could easily pierce his throat with a single talon.

"Don't use the gun."

Su Xingmian spoke up.

"Sister-in-law, it's too dangerous! This beast will hurt people!"

Xiao Zhao shouted anxiously.

Su Xingmian walked out from behind him.

She sensed it.

This is the golden eagle on the cliff 2,700 meters to the northeast.

The nest is built on an old spruce tree at the heart of its root network.

This tyrant of the sky not only possesses extremely high intelligence, but it was also injured while hunting, with a hidden injury left by a fracture at the joint of its left wing.

Su Xingmian walked step by step toward the rock.

"sister in law!"

Xiao Zhao felt a chill run down his spine and drew his gun to give chase.

Wei Guodong grabbed him.

He was also stunned by this display, but he held onto Xiao Zhao's sleeve tightly.

They were afraid that Xiao Zhao would make a rash move and anger the golden eagle.

Su Xingmian walked up to the golden eagle, less than a foot away.

When the beast stood up, it was almost taller than her chest.

It did not attack.

Its enormous wings folded back up to its sides.

Su Xingmian turned her back to everyone, blocking all view from behind.

She stretched her right hand out of her coat pocket.

That hand, the back of the hand was covered with bluish-green patterns, and the tips of the fingers still had sharp thorns that hadn't faded.

It looks exactly like a section of plant trunk.

She placed her hand on the cold, hard, metallic feathered crown.

This raptor, which had torn apart countless snow hares and ibex, actually lowered its head meekly.

A gurgling sound came from his throat.

Su Xingmian channeled a wisp of uncontrollable demonic power into its left wing through her palm.

That warm current, brimming with vitality, instantly enveloped its old, fractured bone.

It only takes those three or four seconds.

Behind him, Xiao Zhao's hand holding the gun froze in mid-air, unable to relax.

His Adam's apple bobbed.

The eldest son of Helan Mountain was being patted on the head by her like a little chick.

Is this woman possessed by a mountain god?

A woman like an eagle—no, a woman who tames an eagle—she's incredibly cool.

Xiao Zhao swallowed hard, feeling that the squirrels and Pallas's rabbits he had encountered before were nothing compared to what he had learned.

Which man wouldn't be envious of a golden eagle submitting to its power?

Su Xingmian withdrew her hand and tapped its beak with her knuckles.

"Go."

The golden eagle flapped its wings and took flight.

With a whoosh, a cloud of gravel was swept up.

It didn't leave.

It hovered dozens of meters above our heads, its wings gliding steadily in the air currents, following us all the way.

Xiao Zhao's eyes widened in astonishment.

If this got out, who in the entire Independent Regiment would believe it?

"What are you standing there for? Let's go down the mountain."

Su Xingmian's face turned even paler.

The time to forcibly halt the qualitative change is limited, at most only six hours.

She must find a place completely devoid of living people within these six hours to release the explosive energy within the flower bud.

The further down the mountain I went, the stronger the fire in my body burned; it felt like I was floating on clouds as I walked on the ground.

Her breathing was completely disordered.

Hold on, you absolutely cannot faint in front of others.

Just then, the demonic power within the meridians trembled.

It's the scent of an old fox, moving this way at an extremely fast speed.

Su Xingmian was stunned for a moment.

Has he finished his meeting?

She bit her lower lip and mentally calculated the distance.

At the speed of the jeep, it would take him at most half an hour to run head-on into their group coming down the mountain.

……

Thirty kilometers away, the jeep was being violently jolted along the bumpy dirt road.

Zhou Bingheng quickly turned the steering wheel.

On the passenger seat sat the Queen of the Night flower.

Just an hour ago, this 'Queen of the Night' plant grew wildly right under his nose in an extremely unbelievable way.

The stem, which was originally as thick as three fingers, swelled to the thickness of a forearm within minutes.

Two branches grew out from both sides.

Like a human arm.

The flowerpot split into four pieces in the middle, and the fragments flew to the corner of the wall.

Zhou Bingheng had just arrived home when the clothes he was holding fell to the ground.

She's in trouble.

There was no time to think.

He picked up the entire night-blooming cereus plant, stuffed it into the jeep, and floored the accelerator.

Her secret could only rot in their bed, rot in his bones.

Night fell.

The headlights tore through the darkness ahead.

Two kilometers further on is the only way down the mountain from Post No. 7.

Six figures appeared ahead, along with the military truck.

And the enormous black shadow that lingered in the sky above.

Zhou Bingheng slammed on the brakes, leaving two deep ruts in the sand where the tires had dragged.

The car door was slammed open.

Xiao Zhao was helping Su Xingmian, who was walking unsteadily.

"political commissar!"

Xiao Zhao exclaimed in surprise, never expecting his boss to suddenly appear.

Zhou Bingheng strode over, ignoring the conspicuous giant eagle above his head and the dumbfounded Wei Guodong beside him.

He scooped Su Xingmian from Xiao Zhao's hands and half-huddled her in his arms.

Su Xingmian leaned against his chest, inhaling his scent, and the tension she had been holding all day finally snapped.

"elder brother."

She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her voice so soft that only he could hear it.

"I can't hold it in anymore."

Zhou Bingheng's heart clenched painfully.

He swept the person up in his arms and shoved them into the passenger seat of the jeep without saying a word.

He turned around and threw a sentence at Xiao Zhao and Lao Wei.

"She's sick. I'll take her to the hospital. You can go back on your own."

boom.

The car doors were shut tightly.

The jeep turned around, its engine roared, and it sped into the darkening night.

With a turn of the steering wheel, we left the dirt road and headed straight for the desolate secondary forest deep in the Helan Mountains.

In the passenger seat, Su Xingmian had lost all control of her body.

The military overcoat slipped down.

Zhou Bingheng turned his head away.

Half a stem of a night-blooming cereus protruded from under her clothes.

It looks exactly like the Queen of the Night flower in that flowerpot.

He pressed the accelerator harder.