Chapter 162: Alice: You don't need a wife—just say the word and I'll get you a sister

Fairy Kingdom, red clouds stretching far.

Su Qing brought Sara through the teleportation gate to the edge of the wall outside the castle.

This wall was only two or three meters high, and the gate was merely a small wooden round door two meters tall.

"This is the fairy castle." Sara looked at the wall ahead, somewhat surprised: "It looked quite majestic from below."

"As an Eastern saying goes: only to be admired from afar, not to be approached." Su Qing nodded,

He didn't know if it was fate arranging things, but he no longer cared about traffic regulations; with one hand he pulled out his phone and dialed a number that had been unreachable for nine years.

After firing two short bursts, seeing no movement from the enemy, the hBT-V with its bipod deployed temporarily ceased fire. The shooter rested his cheek lightly on the stock, eyes scanning ahead through the sight, while the ammunition loader had a square ammo box in front of him, also responsible for observing the surroundings.

Wu Liang found it amusing—what's a 'freak'? Theoretically all players are freaks, but that black-robed one is just a member of the Corpse Alliance.

After Xi Yuandong's patient persuasion, Ye Han could only give up; as he walked out of the Public Security Bureau gates with a gloomy face, Ye Han felt an urge to rush into the street and let a car hit him.

After a year without going hunting in the mountains, that steel fork, though still gleaming on his back, might not be as easy to use as before—only the wine gourd he never lets go of in his hand knows.

After Zhang Mingqi finished speaking, he continued down the stairs with steady steps; Zhang Zihuo dazedly opened his spiritual power barrier, and indeed, as long as it wasn't deliberately made too thick, he could maintain it for a long time.

Under the crocodile's extremely unwilling leadership, they had already reached the edge of the swamp; the environment there remained pitch black, the only difference being that there were no pools, but a jagged stone forest instead.

Xi Yuandong then asked Xu Xiaohong, "Is it because your aunt came?" and Xu Xiaohong replied, "It's because my aunt didn't come—anyone would get the wrong idea."

When Xi Yuandong fired his last shot, all that was heard was a 'bang' as the gunshot rang out; then a bullet penetrated the concrete column and went straight into the assassin's waist.

"No problem, Major Iskan. Perhaps before you even opened fire, we had already given the enemy a good thrashing, making them flee with their tails between their legs." Colonel Biten replied.

First, resentment must reach a certain level, and one must stay in an extremely yin place for a certain number of years.

Although he also understood that Wu Zhongshan surely had other means, Wu Lei felt no fear at all, for he possessed a pentagon within him, and the pentagon can deal with experts of the spiritual-stage soul transformation.

"What still isn't clear? Isn't this obvious? We're being messed with—if we don't respond, you really think we're soft persimmons?" Xiao Ye raised his voice sharply when anxious; the louder it got, the more likely Elder Zhang upstairs would hear.

Pit, this is really letting go without care. But I know that Elder Sister Ghost definitely has already seen through the truth of the matter, but she wants to train my ability, so she gives no guidance at all.

"First, tell me how to use this compass—I need to know all the incantations and hand seals, none can be hidden; also, I need to know what background that devil has, so I can decide whether to help you." I said with a cold smile, and I also had to dig out the method of that compass.

"Gentlemen, may I ask for your advice?" Wu Di curled the corners of his mouth, asking with a bright smile, appearing respectful but without the slightest fear.

John turned his head to look at Musthes; his eyes showed astonishment, more so helplessness. He looked at Musthes opposite him, and with his peripheral vision glanced at the holy staff in his hand—he was a devout believer, unaccustomed to lying before God.