Chapter 30

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Since the Mo Estate was not very large, nearly everyone there knew Ling Yun. When they saw him return, they all took the initiative to greet him, allowing Ling Yun to witness the simplicity and hospitality of the Mo family.

Mo Lingyang nodded. Lu Zixi failed to notice the same pain and despair roiling in his eyes.

Upon hearing Ivan Dahl’s words, every elf stared at the golden scale in Tyrande’s hand in astonishment. Situ Yun was even more stunned, and then he turned to Ling Yun, at a loss for words.

After taking a few steps toward Lin Xinyao, Wen Qiyan lowered his head slightly and kissed her forehead.

“If you go out, don’t mention this to Mie Mie. He probably forgot those two stupid birds long ago. If you bring them up again, you can go exchange yourselves for those two stupid birds!” A-Li warned them. If Mie Mie started making a fuss, no one would be able to soothe him.

“Yes, but if you want to become a member of the Dragon Domain, you must prove that you possess the necessary strength and obtain an equal contract with a dragon. Foreign dragons, or those bound by unequal contracts, are likewise forbidden from entering the Dragon Domain,” Hao Fang explained.

Hui Ying led Hao Cheng to a room and pushed open the door. Hui Ying went in first, followed by Hao Cheng. The moment they stepped inside, the door behind them suddenly closed.

“Of course!” Ye Feng looked at the two smiling faces before him, and a radiant smile unconsciously spread across his own lips.

“Fine... fine, big brother promises you.” Qi Jue gave a bitter smile. Cai’er’s words had kept him awake for an entire night as he struggled to caution Qi Jue.

However, regarding the first question, the others seemed to have no further suggestions. Whether they did not wish to speak or truly had nothing to say, the result was the same: silence descended upon them, leaving Jian Zhuochan feeling awkward and embarrassed.

Jing Chuyan snatched the cultivation manual from Jiang Ping’s hands and hurled it into the sky. Under the force of the spiritual energy, the Fire-Control Art instantly shattered into fragments, drifting like fallen leaves across the surface of Emerald Jade Lake.

“What if I can never find my way out? What then?” I did not want this. I did not want to spend my entire life trapped in fear.

Xia Furong said, “I can hand over the antidote, but you must agree to one condition: let him go!” She glanced at Duan Heyu with boundless pity.

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Because battles had been frequent lately, the rental fee for flying shuttles was exceptionally high, and users were also forcibly required to purchase accident insurance.

Before long, the half-bodied old man suddenly exerted his strength and effortlessly lifted Duan Heyu with one hand, holding him upside down with his head hanging toward the ground.

“Whew...” The male ghost did not make things difficult for me. I was lucky enough to escape that ordeal, but I never dared try to flee again.

Crack! The middle-aged man let out a miserable groan as his chest caved in. His body flew away like a scarecrow before crashing to the ground, already lifeless.

Lying on Cang Li’s bed, with Cang Li beside me and Guan Si in the room next door, I felt something indescribable.

“We need to avoid that stone city. Over the past two days, I reconstructed a map from the environment contained in the messenger’s memories.” Xuan Yu unfolded a sheet of Cosmic-Divination Paper. Everyone extended their consciousness into it, and a detailed map appeared in their minds.

Marriage? Good heavens, how interesting! They could not even guarantee that they would survive until next year.

“What’s wrong with listening to a little criticism? It won’t go on your record. Get over there at once!” Qiu Yuanzhong ordered.

Ye Huan suddenly reached out and pulled Han Tingxiang into his arms. His large hand greedily climbed toward her prominent breasts as he lowered his head, intending to kiss her.

Li Jie voiced his agreement. Ammunition was consumable, and there was not always an opportunity to destroy a transport helicopter belonging to the Pure Land Church.

On one side were endless volleys of arrows and a sea of people; on the other were trains crossing vast plains and rapidly expanding colonies. At that moment, the story of Gray Marsh had only just begun.

Liu Xinru had witnessed Tian Ming defeat Sun Qingniu earlier and had gained a certain understanding of Tian Ming’s combat strength. Yet when she saw the dignified and handsome Monk Dingzhen, she felt that he might also be capable of defeating Tian Ming.

Having heard this much, Chang Kong Xingyu’s thoughts stirred, and he cast the Divine Art of Vibrating Sound Waves. Sure enough, the humans of Earth had already fallen into battle against the biological virus.

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The wyvern priests came roaring through the sky astride their wyverns. They possessed no long-range weapons, but their gaping jaws and razor-sharp claws were weapons enough. With enormous mouths wide open, the wyverns charged forward and lunged straight at a dragon-vulture knight. At that moment, the knight’s outstanding agility revealed itself.

The rat demon cultivator recognized the danger and fled at once. Yet the instant it moved fifteen feet away from the white-clothed man, its body split in two at the waist, and blood immediately sprayed in all directions.

None of this was the reason their combat strength had declined. The Imperial Guards of today truly lived up to their name. In terms of fighting power, they were already no weaker than the Mordor Guard appearing on the battlefield—and might even be stronger.

Why was it that after Qin Yunlie suffered that serious illness, his body became so frail and his soul so unstable? No matter how he cultivated, he could not change his susceptibility to injury.

Only after entering the true battlefield did they realize that the time spent cleaning up, regrouping, and preparing was always longer than the time spent actually fighting.

Xia Yimo could not help laughing as she chided him sweetly, “Feng Yu!” Her pleasant, melodious voice immediately drew everyone’s attention.

When Jian Yue saw them return, he had already gone to cut the watermelon. Just then, he brought out the chilled slices.

“Chenzhou, I noticed you seemed hesitant to speak earlier. Is there something you want to say?” After the car started and pulled away from the railway station, Li Kaiming asked.

Gong Mengmeng had once interacted with radio hosts, sending them messages through WeChat and text messages. So that was how everything appeared before the hosts.

“She found out about my vomiting reaction to frozen dumplings.” Pei Xiu’s expression was somber, a shadow of gloom drifting across his face.

He was even less willing to watch his father pretend to be foolish. His father knew perfectly well what he was doing abroad, which was why he had deliberately restricted the funds and refused to let him access them. And now he was pretending not to understand again.

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