Chapter 145

Healing spell?

Deng Ken immediately became interested; he commanded the Monster Hunter to fire another arrow, but the enemy seemed to have anticipated it and rolled forward to dodge.

Too bad she still couldn’t escape—the Northern Lands were utterly barren, and from above, the view was excellent; even hiding in the forest was useless, as the God’s-eye view on the projection page marked her instantly. By now, some had fled far away, leaving only five enemies scattering, one already shot.

To store stamps in paper bags: first, they don’t attract dust—paper bags usually have a folded flap that blocks dust entry. More importantly, the inner wall of the paper bag doesn’t condense moisture; excess moisture from the stamps is directly absorbed by the paper fibers.

Although the Eversteady Army now produces only about a thousand sets of standard steel weapons per month, they still have some stockpiled.

The frog glanced left and right—the zombies around it still glared with murderous intent; if it didn’t eat the mosaic pile on the ground right now, it would become mosaic itself in the next second.

His aura surged violently, wind rising from nowhere; he stepped forward with a mighty stride, fully blocking Chu He behind him, and the Furious Dragon Shatters the Tiger Spear instantly slashed the ground like a raging storm.

All factions grew significantly stronger. The Five Elements Sect, with its secret techniques, saw an explosive rise in power—forty Sword Saints joined in just these two years, making it unquestionably the largest force.

After a fierce battle, the Green Robe Guards were all captured by Hai Fushi and imprisoned.

Perhaps she had never truly noticed these things—only a strange, ambiguous feeling prompted this association.

After hearing Wang Zhiwei’s explanation, Zhao Tianming’s parents finally relaxed and became overjoyed—not because they received two hundred thousand, but because their son had become accomplished.

Chu He was speechless—Gan Tian was truly a bastard. He didn’t have to fight, so why drag Chu He into this mess?

“Cough, cough—that’s the chicken claw ringtone.” Mo Xi felt rather embarrassed, because Peng Yu’s ringtone had been changed by Mo Xi himself, and he had demanded Peng Yu never change it again.

The unfriendly guests clearly referred to the second-generation heirs and major domestic clans—finally resolving Tianze’s biggest concern. Normal commercial competition didn’t frighten Tianze; what it feared was these second-generation heirs and powerful clans playing dirty, using underhanded methods against him.

Hou Fei confirmed entry into training mode—the interface instantly simplified; countless tactical options and auxiliary selection functions vanished, replaced by new choices like “Email,” “Online Friends,” and “Weapon Shop.”

As a friend, Mi Jian was more than qualified; while Yun Yang was busy, Mi Jian tenderly cared for both Yun Yang’s business at Sunshine Corporation and the daily lives of Yun Yang’s parents.

Besides the Berlin District being struck by one powerful spore capsule, the other nine powerful spore capsules landed slowly on land or sea.

Fan’s wife’s gaze turned to him again—her gentle, watery eyes made him, a lonely boat adrift on the ocean, feel momentarily sheltered in calm harbor.

Hearing the villager’s words, Chu Yun, who had just entered the house, turned back to glance at Wang Jiawei—as if watching his spectacle, waiting to see if he’d admit it.

At that moment, as he slightly shifted his gaze, the three red-lacquered wooden boxes on the ground quietly vanished without notice.

As the two argued, the Tian Ling Treasure Pearl suddenly appeared beside them—now like a bystander, silently watching their quarrel.

Perhaps centuries ago, he would have sacrificed everything to defy the gods. But today, he knew all his efforts were futile—merely wasting lives pointlessly.

This burly giant was immensely muscular, his face swollen with coarse flesh, utterly terrifying—we dared not approach him.