Chapter 1111: Mo Xiantong

Mo Song put on the gloves, lightly pressed above the box, and a lump swelled up; he picked it up and pushed it forward from the end, pushing aside a membrane, leaving behind a pair of chopsticks.

A single sword slash cut through, the void trembled, the blade's light was utterly fierce, multiplying into countless forms, instantly coalescing into a spiral sword net that blocked Meng Tianzheng's path.

The first meeting ended in acrimony! Yu Liuming had long anticipated this outcome; after all, negotiations between two nations were nothing but "asking for the moon and settling for the moonstone"—how could an agreement ever be reached right away in an atmosphere of "harmony and friendliness"?

The highest-ranking officer of the Brocade Guard is the Commander, a third-grade official. Commanders are usually appointed from the Emperor's trusted confidants, but at present, the Brocade Guard has no Commander.

Li Mu took a deep breath and spoke slowly, and the astonishment in his eyes did not seem feigned.

That was essentially Mo Song's final desperate gamble, akin to a dying man's last surge—powerful in attack, but extremely brief in duration.

"No need for that—I'm not here to fight." Qiu Shuichì pulled over a chair himself and sat down.

Gaozhan rose from the ground, but whether due to severe injuries or not, his figure gradually grew hazy.

I thought the "Underground Arena" was interesting; I never expected the "Rulers of the Lower City" had such a place.

At this stage, it was the most critical moment; to ensure the pill's quality, Lü Tianming focused entirely, channeling spiritual energy to control the fire-concentrating array.

Jiao Peng's face twisted with bitterness, yet he made no move to stop them; having betrayed the Jiao Dragon clan, what reason did he have to intervene?

Especially since Laozi and Zhuangzi, these familiar names gave him the illusion of having returned to Kunlun Xu.

Earlier in the temple, they had seen Ye Wushuang enveloped in divine light—clearly, he had received the temple's divine fortune.

Song Tianji watched them speak in bureaucratic euphemisms; as the dragon begets the dragon and the phoenix begets the phoenix, the offspring of officials had learned to speak like their fathers—hinting at one thing while meaning another.

"Immediately inject my genes and my brother's genes into that apocalyptic insect ancestor egg, then transplant the egg into my body for gestation!" Ye Yaomeng lay on the operating table, ordering Bei.

Zhang Nianzu said: "I have to win you back." He found a well-reviewed place and drove straight there.

Zhang Nianzu then asked in confusion: "Why?" This wasn't about whether he could win or not; Old Jiang had once said he couldn't intervene for Shisanxiang, which was why the pitchfork incident happened later—and why we got dragged in. If Old Jiang had stepped in from the start, none of this would've happened.

"Yes, my lord." Fischer's eyes glinted with desperate madness; he clearly hated those who betrayed him to the bone, utterly unaware of his own faults.

However, they did not let Tang Long leave the scene; they required him to assist in the investigation. The villa's crime scene was large, so the entire forensic team from the police unit conducted the examination, with searchlights set up around the perimeter; Tang Long had no choice but to serve as a forensic technician.

As the system's mechanical voice sounded, Zhang Liang slowly opened his eyes, and what met his gaze was unmistakably a giant "Buddha" character.

He was also searching for places in the mortal realm where spirits could be hidden. He knew that only by finding a place to settle these spirits could he ever reclaim An Ning.

I looked at the computer screen before me and felt that at this moment, my heart must be filled with immense anger; what I most needed to do now was to become serious.

The six-armed human form was equally baffled; the burly man, who had remained silent all along, continued his usual silence, yet his eyes held a faint, elusive depth.

As he pondered, the next match in the arena had already begun: Qingshan Team versus Snowflake Team.

Since He Buwei had decided not to flee, they could only follow him aboard the flight to Cuba.

Mu Yu shook his head; Long Xingyun and Long Yeli were clearly trying to recruit E Wenmao, yet all three had vanished—this was highly suspicious.

He Buwei's solo combat ability ranked first among the Nine Lives Cat Team; even Lu Xia, whose body resembled a monster, was no match for He Buwei in solo combat. Whether in offense or defense, He Buwei was the team's cornerstone.

This time Yang Rui did not sweep his sleeve away; he merely smirked at Ying Fei, who was about to speak, then walked out of the side hall.

"Hey, old man, he's at least my master—what do you mean 'this outcome'? Ku Mu knows far more than you do." Mu Yu grumbled.

Hei Zi was a super-hacker, living to crack one target after another, his fingers rarely leaving the keyboard.

Once Yang Fan realized this creature was a jellyfish, he understood why his "Dragon Lying in the Depths" technique had stunned it for two seconds: the technique summoned dragon qi, and since Yang Fan had already formed a pact with the Azure Dragon, using "Dragon Lying in the Depths" amplified his dragon qi.

He was utterly horrified, and after carefully inquiring about the accident, learned that Bo Cai had gone on vacation with his lover by sea, encountered a super tsunami, capsized, barely escaped death, while his lover was rescued and fled overnight.

But aircraft carriers were still far from operational, and the likelihood of hot war—especially between major powers—was far below 1%; thus, only those who felt their patrons were unreliable had real cause for sorrow; others merely suffered psychological gains and losses.

Upon catching the scent of the body fragrance emanating from the other, Li Tian's heart stirred restlessly.

Something must have happened, but Hua Ci wouldn't speak now; asking was pointless. Better to take her out for a walk and investigate this shop again later.

Entering the backyard, he saw An Ning sitting on a chair in the courtyard, seemingly occupied with making something.

Angered, he hurled the shower gel against the wall, wiped off the water, and immediately put on his clothes and stepped out.

Cheng Fenglou inspected the coffin thoroughly by torchlight and suddenly noticed something odd beneath the coffin lid; his brow furrowed, and he pulled Wen Yuwan back half a step.

Bai Hu had long been ready to form a Golden Core, but due to the lack of spiritual materials, he had suppressed it; he never expected Bai Hu would faint, and without his conscious control to restrain it, the Tian Yuan within his body surged uncontrollably.

"The old place" didn't refer to here, but to another construction site where an abandoned senior activity center still stood untouched by demolition.

"If the beauty shuts her door to me, I shall simply sit here and wait for her to dance out tomorrow." The Tianpeng Yuanshuai plopped himself down on the ground, clearly refusing to leave.