Capítulo 962: Harvest

Many aboriginals were chasing Sun Mo and Murong Mingyue, and they were all elites. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to join Mu Qianlin's hunting group. 

It was a pity that the two humans he wanted to hunt today were no ordinary people.

"Those fellows are really good at pursuit!"

Sun Mo felt his scalp turning numb.

Even someone with his constitution was panting after rushing for such a long distance. However, those green-skinned aboriginals were still getting closer unceasingly.

Murong Mingyue would occasionally toss out a puppet and lay ambushes. She didn't hope to kill them and only wanted to buy more time.

As the distance became closer, Sun Mo and Murong Mingyue could see the beanstalk more clearly.