It was like the shadow of a tree, grayish and indistinct. The branches were lush and the limbs split from the trunk about one-third of the way up, supporting a semi-circular canopy.,Liu Lao Da was still begging for mercy, but Lu Ye pretended not to hear. He grabbed his hair with one hand and raised a stone in the other, smashing it down hard.,He had only taken a few steps when suddenly someone rushed out of the exit in a panicked state.。