Chapter 23
For a brief moment, Tang Meng felt incredibly wicked, though it lasted only an instant.
The intense heat grew stronger, accompanied by a deafening hum and a blinding brilliance. The cold palace nestled in the mountains began to tremble. Su Bufo fell clumsily from the air, scrambled to his feet, and steadied himself against a stone table.
"Apologize." When it came to someone making a small concession, Tang Meng was always one to take a mile after being given an inch.
A few days ago, she was still on the other side of the ocean, presumably preparing for a new film with some big-name director, or perhaps discussing an endorsement deal with a major corporation. Isn't that what big stars do?
Although Ling Dongwu was not a denizen of the underworld, she had spent two years navigating those circles for her business. She understood the terror of the Dark Mechanism Gate and the Dark Mechanism Tower—the level of fear they inspired was equivalent to the infamous Zhazidong concentration camp of the past.
The lecturer teaching Li Lufei and the others was a professor, but in terms of seniority, he would still have to respectfully address Zhao Yuhuan’s father as "Teacher."
He set the tray on the dining table. As Qin Huan approached with a gentle gait, Fu Chengjue caught a glimpse of her slight frown from the corner of his eye. He longed to reach out and steady her, but he was terrified of revealing the thoughts hidden deep within his heart.
Around 3:05, the boss commander, the Monkey King, finally appeared above the Monkey Spirit Guards.
"I am truly curious, what kind of man in this world could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Emperor?" After saying this, Li’er rested her chin on her hands, staring blankly like a blossoming flower of the motherland.
Tong Ruo didn't hear what else he said, for Leng Shaochen had already turned off the television and was watching her with a calm, expectant gaze.
Centering around the Skeleton Underworld King, the remains of fallen skeleton warriors within a thousand-meter radius began to converge toward Gu Qi. Some bones fused into Gu Qi’s own frame, making him grow taller and larger, while others hovered around him, transforming into sharp bone swords.
"Tianci, to think you have so many flying swords!" The sight of the dense, swarming blades dazzled Ye Li’s beautiful eyes.
"So powerful? No wonder you were able to instantly annihilate the Soul-Devouring Beast and the true form of Chi You within my sea of consciousness!" Zhang Tianci said excitedly. Nangong Miaomiao’s words had swept away all his worries.
Thinking about how the crows surely couldn't have any affection for the Hungry Ghost tribe—they were merely a system. The company had paid for their brains, yet they spent every day sleeping by the city walls, waiting to die. They weren't even useful enough to die; instead, they cost the company extra electricity.
"I hope President Xu can provide our Huawei phones with super-batteries permanently," Rong Fan pleaded earnestly.
"Sizzle, sizzle." The flame of the fuse fought a desperate battle against the life-saving water, yet it refused to be extinguished.
"Right, the brothel is only open at night." Gazing into the gloomy, deep street, A-Zhen slapped his forehead in frustration, finally remembering that the ladies didn't sell their wares during the day.
His Blood-Tear Stone was gone. This meant that even if he wasn't kicked out, he wouldn't be entitled to a share of the benefits this time. Of course, if he could kill another thousand players to obtain a new Blood-Tear Stone before the distribution, he might still have a chance.
Liu Tianmo naturally understood the terrifying power of this "Divine Dragon Bomb." Old Man Chu knew that if this divine weapon were detonated within the barrier, let alone his own inability to escape, everything within two hundred meters would be razed to the ground, leaving not a single scrap behind.
Immediately, Zhou Shujian realized that this was an opportunity for Bizhou City, and perhaps an even greater one for himself.
When Li Qingfeng drove to the Ice and Snow Group, the Daoist was already waiting there. Naturally, he was still dressed in his Daoist robes with his hair in a bun, drawing many stares as he passed.
"Take another strike from my halberd!" Xiang Yu swung his halberd again, striking Luo Shixin squarely in the chest. A wave of turmoil surged through Luo Shixin’s chest, forcing a mouthful of blood up his throat, and he immediately tumbled from his horse.
The last time Liang Fei visited Huo Yanxi’s farm, he noticed it had over a dozen greenhouses, all of which were extremely modern.
Regardless of their positions, and no matter how much they loathed the brutality of the Jin soldiers, those were, after all, living human lives. To burn them all so cruelly, one could not help but feel a pang of pity.
The other students in the classroom shook their heads; there was no way this problem could be solved by mental math alone.
At this moment, Wan Peng also realized that He Yong only intended to scare Qin Fan; otherwise, he would have fired long ago rather than waiting. Although Qin Fan was skilled, even the greatest martial artist feared a kitchen knife, let alone a gun. If it went off accidentally, it would be no laughing matter.
Su Baotong waved his command flag, and the Snow Kingdom’s army set out. Fifty thousand troops remained to guard the rear, while the remaining hundred thousand launched a charge together! In an instant, the mountains and plains were filled with men and horses, so densely packed that anyone with trypophobia would likely have been frightened to death.
This cat trainer was quite famous; he had trained nearly a hundred cats, which were now scattered across circuses throughout the country. There had even been a newspaper interview with him, hailing him as the last cat trainer in the world.
Thunderous applause erupted from the audience, and the freshmen in their camouflage uniforms clapped with all their might, their palms stinging from the exertion.
"Tell me your name. You haven't been exposed yet, so there might still be time," Lin Chen said in a deep, steady voice.
The sea breeze was biting. Going to the beach for a vacation—whoever came up with that idea, it was truly enough.
"But, for the sake of the past, please help me this once." Xiang Bingling stepped forward and grabbed his hand; the bone-chilling cold of Fang Yiwei's skin made her start.
"That's good. You go back first; I will find a way to see Jun Feiyu." Ye Qingcheng was already overwhelmed by her own troubles and could only offer a hint, letting him fend for himself.