Chapter 117: Colossus of the Hall of Spirits!

The white-bearded old man observed every shift in Bai Zixuan’s expression, and seemed to understand his thoughts at this very moment.

Suddenly, the creaking of wheels and the grinding of axles echoed down a street; after a moment, a cart pulled by oxen slowly approached along the gravel-paved road.

At this moment, Dad finally opened up: “Our country’s current head of state is actually a tsundere girl about your age, Totori! When I saw her photo, I thought she was a mature woman! This is totally disappointing!” Dad grumbled.

This is a joke, right? It can’t possibly be like this! Does cosplaying as a senior sister mean losing your head?

“Xia… Charlotte? Yezi? Ailun? How are you here?” Shock piled upon shock, Qian Ai cried out. She looked left and right, glancing between Totori and Charlotte, her face filled with confusion.

Liu Qingxi angrily hurled her long sword, but Ji Yong barely dodged it—only striking his thigh.

She quickly dropped to the ground, banged her head hard against the floor, then retreated awkwardly, crawling and stumbling toward the main gate of the Plum Garden.

“...” Totori glared sideways, making no move to shake off Qian Ai’s grasping hand. She wanted to see just how far Qian Ai would go in her obsession with this Victoria cosplay.

Changning felt these people arguing here would lead to no result, and had no desire to stay longer.

“That’s self-perception. But recently, Eid’s people have been causing us trouble constantly—we no longer have enough manpower to eliminate them,” Ji Yongying said, concerned.

With the first one to step forward, the crowd no longer held back; nearly simultaneously, they surged toward the center of the lake.

“Sister Xi Xi, breakfast is ready,” came a soft, sweet voice, clinging sweetly to the soul.

The senior manager lifted his eyelids, glancing at the furious Da Yang Emperor—he was merely managing the mercenary guild on behalf of others; to gain even a fraction of profit was enough. Naturally, no one cared if elemental ore was scarce—it was just how it was.

But there were those who broke the rules—after all, it was only that they couldn’t take guild missions for a month; during that time, they could directly seek clients for assignments.

As the soul entered the Niwan Palace, Tian Xuan immediately felt a strange connection form between the two.

The trembling golden token suddenly froze, as if a child had been clamped by the throat, not daring to move an inch.

With a loud boom, the Taotie beast vanished; a curved blade lay on the ground, reduced to scrap iron.

Yet just as he reached the Blue Buff, his foot stepped on a trap, and instantly a marker appeared above his head.

Li Chunqiu’s expression remained hostile; his gaze flickered over Xie Ci, gave a slight nod—approval granted. Then he looked at Li Qiutong, weeping helplessly at his feet, his eyes showing no pity, even a hint of irritation.

The army advanced east thirty li, reaching the floating bridge site west of Zhang Baiwan Village, where the detachment left behind by the 117th Division handed over duties to the vanguard unit, then ran forward to catch up with their own forces.

Although most Digital Monsters do not retain memories from their previous lives after rebirth, they still get to live again.

Li Luoke was overwhelmed by a barrage of attacks, writhing in pain, unable to dodge, forced only to swing his arms frantically in defense.

“You’re ridiculous. Sure, if a monkey keeps typing forever, it might eventually produce the Bible—but expecting it to produce the Bible with just one keypress? Isn’t that a bit too much?” Zhou Xingxing continued.

The male’s hand rose high, about to strike down hard—when suddenly, a tingling numbness surged through his body, and he rolled his eyes back, collapsing to the ground.

Her main loss was physical stamina; by now, during this brief conversation, she had recovered seven or eight tenths of it.

Only a thin, middle-aged man remained, seemingly a local villager, his body bearing signs of beating—he had clearly been knocked unconscious before being parasitized by Valken.

Under intense pain, Yang Yong gritted his teeth and sent the figure in the mirror away—he was still very afraid of death.

These people had long been pent-up; hearing Shang Jianyao’s incitement, they pounced on Zhou Hao like hungry wolves.

As his voice fell, two bursts of Qi from the Purple Mansion realm swept forth, and the two men blocked Zhou Qingtian’s path.

Wu Xuanming realized the pill had taken effect; though it might not guarantee immortality or longevity, he was certain it would bring unexpected benefits to his body.

As Qin Tian was lost in thought, a sweet voice suddenly rang in his ear; looking up, he saw a beautiful maid standing before him, bending low as if preparing to remove his shoes and slip on slippers.

“Is this the place?” The bearded man stepped forward to the innermost room’s doorway, pointing at the door.

“How can you be so foolish?” The old woman wrung water from her clothes, refusing to look at anyone; she turned her head away, silent.

The first thing she did upon emerging was to find Yang Qingqing—after all, in Yunluo City, Yang Qingqing was the only familiar friend she had in the Quan Fist sect, and they had spent considerable time together.

Actually, it wasn’t about darkness or light—because the guild had a dance floor, the moment Qin Tian entered, he felt every corner was nearly saturated with dim, hazy lighting.

In this battle, Yao Yi’s upgraded long-range portable infantry rocket launcher, with a range of two hundred kilometers, was now equipped with a micro-radar and capable of precise targeting, fully realizing integrated land-sea-air strike capability.

“Will a forensic expert come here to examine the corpse tomorrow?” Ye Bingyin turned to ask the detective, who was now visibly shaken.

“Forget it, no need to say more. I’ll take you there now. Come.” Wu Zhicong grabbed Qingyun and instantly vanished from sight.

Even under these circumstances, Jifeng made the calmest analysis—he was the one involved, and he knew better than anyone else that he had not killed anyone. He also understood the situation: someone had killed Ke Lian and Hua Lian, then framed him.