Chapter 125

As the shockwave bounced back, the strange box began emitting a shrill, wailing hum, as if ready to pierce the sky and flee— the red-bearded elder urgently warned.

After all, the mission is most crucial. Since our enemy chose not to strike the protagonist at this moment, it serves no purpose for her to keep us trapped.

“Enough, let’s just cook something to eat if we’re not going out,” Su Nan sat up from the sofa.

“Who dares disturb the evolution of the Poison Demon Vine? Do you seek death?” A thunderous roar echoed from the mountain peak, then a dragon-shaped warship slowly materialized from the void, appearing not far before Su Can and the others.

“Young Master, I see you sighing so heavily—what trouble have you encountered?” Jin Daoran watched Su Can’s gloomy expression, deeply puzzled: hadn’t he been fine when he went out this morning? How had he become so despondent in just one day?

She waited, watched, and hoped—perhaps each day she gazed out the window, yet still never saw the figure she longed for.

Duan Xiaotian had even gifted Gu Yan such a precious violet crystal VIP token, clearly demonstrating how highly he valued Gu Yan.

“How’s that? I told you—forced fruit isn’t sweet. Your daughter must’ve refused this marriage, which is why she ran away. Uh… could I see what she looks like?” I said, for I suddenly had an idea, but I needed to see her face to be sure.

Pilot scolded Tutankhamun; clearly, even as a Dragon God, he couldn’t sway the elders’ will. Unless the gods themselves ordered it, the elders would never agree to dragons becoming human mounts.

She also wrote with deep sorrow that without her, her husband’s dark-hearted author wife had taken a wrong path, writing a story into complete chaos, devoid of any love.

“This is the Eastern Sea,” Gu Xiao removed his mask, revealing his true face, took a deep breath of the potent heavenly and earthly qi, and sighed.

His gear wasn’t simple—someone had estimated his entire outfit cost no less than two million lower-grade blood-crystal coins,” Ye Zhen shook his head.

One more kick—foot broken; another kick—hand broken; another kick—heart crushed out of his body; the final kick—Zheng Qing fell silent forever. His body had become a pulp, squishy enough to wrap into dumplings.

Before the black-armored troops had gone far, the dragon-eagle archers, having circled around, raced ahead and ambushed them once more.

Despite how hard life was, Lin Rou’s strong-willed grandmother had never begged her unfilial grandchildren even once.

Indeed. Upon hearing that Old Song had fine wine to offer, the Second Elder Cai Qing laughed heartily and landed on Shuixi Peak.

They brought along their own junior disciples—ascending to the Divine Realm was an extraordinary spectacle few ever witnessed; perhaps this was their only chance in a lifetime, and no one wished to miss it.

Master is right—going up will surely bring danger. Rather than wait to ascend with her, I should return first and create a better environment for her.

“Xingxing, you’ve been with Second Brother so long—do you ever feel a generation gap?” In the bedroom, Tang Feifei flipped through her design sketchbook, asking Song Zhixing.

Using their control over earth elements, the one-eyed giants easily molded the sand and stones within arm’s reach into massive stone spheres, then bent, twisted, and hurled them at the fire demons with perfect throwing form.

Bu Hui began skipping school entirely, staying up very late at night, accompanying Qin Chen to all kinds of banquets and gatherings—even following him to the Tianlu Club, sleeping in his arms when tired.

Chu Zihang strode forward and waved his hand; several guards recoiled as if struck by lightning.

“You ran all day—doesn’t your foot hurt? You know your feet are swollen badly from pregnancy, yet you keep running around all day—don’t you know to rest more?” Fang Yi feigned anger as he scolded Du Xinru.

It was Chen Moyan who bought it for her for self-defense, fearing she might get lost or need to contact family in an emergency.

Kakashi hadn’t thought about it while using Kamui, but now it suddenly struck him—he’d permanently imprisoned his father in another dimension.

As the final note faded, Qu Yuande proudly held the bright yellow, blindingly glaring imperial decree, his eyes and brows smiling like a crescent moon.

Du Xinru did not join them in what followed; she sat quietly aside, lost in thought about the medicine.

“No, think—since the organization didn’t tell your parents, it means they have concerns. If not for my pregnancy, I’d never tell them Fang Yi is still alive—not even if you begged me. Do you understand?” Du Xinru pleaded earnestly with Zhao Mo.

This time, Du Xinru’s heart did not waver because Fang Yi had returned—she knew that if this wasn’t settled beforehand, she couldn’t predict what might happen later.

He saw the streaks of blood rising in the water and knew these Yu Prince death agents had all been slain beneath the waves by Feng Hui’s hunters.

Cry if you want, laugh if you want—no one around cares. This was a vast sea surface beneath a primordial Four Seas Great Array, a divine spiritual vein of creation, where only he would be—no one would hear the sound of his spiritual tears.