Chapter 170: Welcome to Skull Island

The red sun rises from the sea, rosy light in myriad measures, the morning sun sprays color, a thousand li of molten gold.

Beneath the shimmering sea surface, undercurrents surge; sharks swim in schools, hunting and feeding on tasty fish schools.

Suddenly, a black shadow shot out from the deep water, frightening the sharks into a start; they no longer bothered with their appetite, each flicking their tails and scattering in flight.

Su Qing ignored the surrounding fish shoals, shot straight out of the sea surface, stood in midair facing the morning breeze, stretched lazily, looking toward the.

Not long after waiting for Dong Yingxue, a luxurious flying car stopped in front of the villa's parking area; Zhuge Meili jumped out of the car and walked in.

The scene kept changing; after another year, the Ghost God Source poured out many ghostly experts, each possessing the strength of an immortal, and within just a few days of their birth they almost completely occupied the Heavenly Abyss World.

Zhang Tianlong was very clear: if he didn't take this mission, he must do it well if he did, otherwise Li Tianyi would certainly not let him off.

Upon seeing the figure ahead, Yi Feng did not rush forward immediately; instead, he sat cross-legged where he was and took some pills to restore his spiritual power.

The person who assassinated Mo Xiaosheng was someone he had arranged beforehand; his original plan was that, if he himself was not a match for Mo Xiaosheng, he would have this man named Wang Mao carry out the assassination.

Central America, Panama? There they have Colonel Ji and his people; this old comrade Guan is something I heard Chai Hua mention.

Qi Laoer's excessive closeness with Mo Xiaosheng also made Lei Shengtian uncomfortable; the Wood Gang's predicament is not entirely due to him and Qianmian Xiu Luo, everyone loves beauty, who could blame a normal man for being moved by the Thousand-faced Asura's beauty?

"Hmph, you really have the potential to be a big yellow dog," Zhong Xin snorted, but she remained calm, not embarrassed, not angry, nor did she scold Gaojun Qiecuo for being shameless; after all, she's someone who has seen the storms of the circle, so she's broad-minded.

Shi Shuiyue also didn't know how to comfort her; she could only step forward and lightly pat her back.

How sour and full of hidden barbs? Then I understood: Mr. Han was holding a grudge, because she'd been too busy these past two days and had neglected him.

But at the moment of throwing it away, he still directly untied the rope in his hand; these grasses are all good stuff, they can't just be thrown away; looking at Mount Buzhou returning to Earth, only then did a smile appear at the corner of his mouth.

In their view, Ye Fan was just doodling there, completely unaware of what he was doing.

Shangguan Shuling stood grim-faced at the operating room door, motionless; wearing casual clothes, he must have just returned from abroad and not yet reported back to his unit. Behind him stood ten special forces soldiers and the Shangguan family's Thirteen Eagles. Su Muyue, seeing Nangong Mo gesture to him, kept signaling him to hurry back.

But just then, several vans suddenly drove in from outside the market; in the blink of an eye dozens of thugs poured out.

That fire burned all night, the flames utterly uncontrollable; fortunately the factory area was far from the residential zone, so no innocents were harmed, but Li Songming's textile mill was reduced to nothing overnight.

Nangong Mo held Yi Chun's hand, tilted his head as if asking her something; Yi Chun barely shook her head.

Nangong Xianer, Fazu, and Demeng were nearly unsettled in spirit; the impact of this scene was hard to imagine.

After the recreation period ended, Sun San personally went to cell Bing Shisan and met Tang Ansho and Yue Zhengxian.

"What's going on? Where have I ended up?" I asked myself in my heart, that Qizhu.

While speaking, he kept gesturing, occasionally touching the parts that made Zhang Yi drool, causing Zhang Yi to silently lament that hand wasn't his own.

Although nobody believed it, everyone was questioning the truth of it; however, the fact that a ninth-rank county state had entered the third round could not be fabricated.

"Young master, I was wrong, don't be like this, you don't need to quietly be a handsome man," Mei'er consoled from the side.