Chapter 110

They had fought for so long without a winner, likely evenly matched, and now that a trace of spiritual energy appeared, they all stopped.

Strangely, the person on the ceiling was gone, and there was not a single drop of blood, only signs of age.

All my questions had been boiling inside me, but the moment I saw the bedding, I forgot them all, slammed my head onto the pillow, and fell into a deep sleep.

Without hesitation, he ran out, and by the time Gao Lan had reached halfway up, he heard hurried footsteps; he looked up and saw Lin Hao right there.

He directly detached himself from the story of Yuan Sanye and Gou Sheng, making it clear that to her, he was now merely a stranger.

Liao Xi nodded slightly, then led three thousand Killing God Army warriors; others each led their troops and charged out—Liao Xi held the Nine Heavens Dragon Soul Spear, mounted on the Lightning White Dragon Steed.

The man paused, didn’t answer, but simply grabbed her hand and put the white object into his own mouth.

Yuan Sanye looked at the fish scale, vastly larger than she was, spread his fins, indicating he couldn’t lift it.

Ye Jinmu is Mu Ye’s secret; very few know of it, and Ye Jinmu’s own attitude is that she doesn’t want anyone to know.

As they spoke, Yang Xu’s door suddenly opened; Xing Yuqi and Yang Xu stepped out, packs on their backs, not even glancing at them, walking straight downstairs; beside them, Chen Jifan’s door also opened, and she too carried a bundle, following behind Yang Xu.

Someone in class had already turned curious glances this way; Zhou Anran felt that if she were crying, she certainly wouldn’t want to be watched.

For the next several days, Xu Qin went to give Zhu Jinxī acupuncture; Liang Shi stayed with her the whole time; after seven days of treatment, Zhu Jinxī had largely recovered.

Previously, Xu Huizu had been ill, claiming his days were numbered, and the entire household had been gloomy.

After watching for about ten minutes, Jiang Yiyuan brought the meal over: besides century egg pork porridge and pickled mustard greens, there were also steamed buns reheated in the microwave and freshly sliced Jinhua ham.

He had already believed Li Wu’s words to some extent; if true cooperation were possible, Li Wu now had ample grounds to be his honored guest.

Today was the film’s first day of release; theater screenings were sparse, averaging only one or two showings per cinema per day, and except for the first noon screening, all others were midnight or late-night shows.

This once again stirred murderous intent in many within the fray, driven by the notion that eliminating one competitor meant one less rival, and chaos erupted anew.

Director Wang stood stunned, shuddered involuntarily, feeling he couldn’t let Zhang Chaoyang continue—otherwise, not only Yi Zhonghai, but even he himself would be targeted.

When Ba Lu was chased down and slain by Li Wu, yet his corpse vanished, Li Wu’s face betrayed a hint of helplessness.

Fu Yun’s face was full of disbelief—he thought Lu Ming was talking nonsense. He had just met Liu Ruming; how could he possibly know about her affairs with Cai He? It was absurd.

Li Bufan roared and sprinted forward; we didn’t know what had happened, but from Li Bufan’s panicked expression, we could tell something terrible was about to occur—so all four of us immediately followed in his footsteps.

Nothing! Nothing! Nothing at all! Ji Feng searched through Lei Zi’s body countless times, yet found not a trace of Lei Zi’s soul.

Around ten-thirty, faint mahjong sounds began emerging from the pipes. I didn’t play mahjong often—only when I was short a player during holidays—but due to the 1980s “Mahjong Demon Possession” incident and my many exchanges with top mahjong masters in Jingcheng, I knew the ins and outs well.

Da Hai quickly jabbed his fingernail into his grandmother’s injured leg; at first, the old woman didn’t understand what he was doing and grew anxious, but after Da Hai poked her, the pain vanished—she was still dazed, thinking she had lived her whole life and never seen an injury heal without needles or medicine.

Ji Feng’s intuition proved entirely correct: after the Long-Haired Angel swung, the white ability covering the silver spear separated outright, extending backward from Ji Feng’s former position until it formed a massive fan-shaped zone covering half a city block.

Lu Ming carefully observed his surroundings, saw no suspicious signs nearby, and fell into thought.

Luo Qianfan’s face lit up with joy at the number; achieving this target was ridiculously easy—the lower the target, the greater the future gains.

Amidst the crowd’s bewildered expressions, the eight judges completely finished dividing all of the Takahashi sisters’ meals, leaving not a single morsel behind.

The most prominent feature on the flat ground was a device resembling a “battery”; on its side stood a two-meter-tall iron frame supporting three steel cables stretching across to the opposite side.

Wang Ji couldn’t help but recall when he had once gone there for the appointment, meeting face-to-face with the holy Kesa and several beautiful Guardian Angels.

Mo Shiliang said nothing, only looked up at Mo Qingyi—his eyes clearly showed dislike.

Wang Ye saw Hui Hui could handle the bald man; though cold fury still lingered in his eyes, he chose not to strike again.

To be honest, even though she believed she understood Wang Ji better than most, at this moment she couldn’t help but feel helpless—you truly couldn’t tell which of his words were jokes and which were serious.

This competition divides regions by province, selecting ten strongest contestants from each province.

The Taoist Big Melon, with a face like “Ben Shan Uncle,” raised his sword and chopped down a wild boar.

Qiao Anxia shook her head, feeling disheartened, and gave a self-deprecating smile—surely they didn’t want to see her either?

She had kept the money saved, in case Chen Le failed to kill Ye Shiguan, and she’d still need to use money to solve it—but now, that was no longer necessary.

If the man hadn’t noticed Wang Ye, fine—but now that he had seen Wang Ye, yet Wang Ye refused to join them, the man felt a pang of regret at losing such talent.