Chapter 155: The Witch and the Sea Goddess Calypso

The weather was overcast, dark clouds blocking the sun.

Outside the prison on a solitary island, the dead prisoners were casually placed in shoddy coffins.

Then they were thrown into the sea.

Two coffins drifted calmly on the sea, several crows landed on the lids, pecking nonstop, hoping to eat the gluttonous feast inside.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out.

Inside the coffin on the left, a bullet penetrated the lid, blasting a crow into minced flesh, splattering everywhere.

Upon hearing the news of his wife Brahmin's death, he only gave such a sigh; that old man had also once had business dealings with him, but now, since he's dead, some things should be discarded.

"En." Fu Zhichu took what Wang Yan held in his hand, feeling deeply moved, never expecting that Wang Yan would still be thinking of Xia Die even now. It seems that feelings between people really cannot be cleared up with just a few words.

"Wild wolf, we don't need you to meddle in our affairs; you want them dead, don't you? Then let's go kill them." Ivan said while fiddling with the rocket launcher.

Instructor Yu spoke with certainty, and the other instructors nearby, upon hearing this, instantly had their eyes light up.

Xu Wanrou was taking a walk when she suddenly spotted a drunk person; at that moment she looked down on such people. Unconsciously she stepped aside, but when Xu Wanrou walked to the side of Lin Zhaofeng, she only then realized it was actually Lin Zhaofeng.

Bai Linghuai wanted to pick up the paper mache toad that had fallen to the ground, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not touch it.

The people sent out to follow Fu Zhichu have also lost track; at this moment Fu Tianhan is already anxious as fire, she didn't bring her phone, nor her wallet.

Lu Si Han looked, and instantly became demonic; killing intent surged in his phoenix eyes. These people actually wanted to dispose of his consort, the crown princess Bei Mingxue Yan, advocating burning her to death with fire.

After being exhausted until late night and returning to the princess's palace, Qiao Xueyan pinched her brow with one hand and let out a long sigh! Originally, she didn't care much about her appearance. Even when looking at herself in the mirror and finding herself not particularly attractive, she remained indifferent.

As he said that, he lightly stepped forward, about to turn and leave; just then, Sun Changning lifted his head, his tone icy and chilling.

Even a middle-grade treasure of a dual-aperture cultivator possesses the power of a high-grade item, while the opponent uses a high-grade flying dagger, whose power likely approaches that of a supreme-grade spiritual treasure; I only have a middle-grade defensive art, and can hardly withstand a single strike from them.

Are they all orphans? Old Lu thought of Zhou Liang's clear eyes—could such an gaze truly belong to an orphan who has weathered many storms?

"Some things, even if you clearly know them, you cannot do." Ye Jin gave a bitter laugh, then immediately recounted the matter of Granny Xue.

"Feifei, Brother Zhang Fei brought you something tasty." Zhang Fei kept shouting loudly, and occasionally the one or two ghost soldiers he attracted were casually disposed of by him.

"When I was young, I didn't have your gall either. Do you know how many people will want to kill you in the next half year? If you agree, my brothers will protect you for half a year." Star Three Venerable stroked his beard and laughed loudly.

Gao Jing went again to the camp of the Guarding the Nation Army, then returned to report to Kong Rong. He said Xia Feng had no objection, but the other leaders still had some doubts and needed further work.

This time the three of us underwent the tribulation together; looking up, the thunderclouds were still condensing above the nine heavens, clearly the tribulation hasn't ended; perhaps later another cultivator is undergoing tribulation, and in anxiety we might just flee.

She also understood why the boy named Wei Liao was so obsessed with Su Jinshe; she indeed possessed that capital.

Wan Yinxi's smile instantly faded; since he entered, she had never seen even a hint of tenderness or a smile on his face—who is he doing this for? For Xia Xue?

On this divine spirit of the inner demon, manifested by the power of creation, black and white qi flickered, and the surrounding space flashed and illusorily blinked without cease.