Chapter 1127

Captain Luo was momentarily stunned, staring blankly without replying or returning the greeting.

The Grand Master of Canglang Sect frowned, slightly disdainful in heart, but remembered that such cultivators, upon seeing him, would naturally feel fear and lose proper decorum—he didn't hold it against him.

Moreover, one should respect the Buddha even if one doesn't respect the monk.

Even out of respect for Mo Hua, he couldn't harshly reprimand Captain Luo.

Mo Hua whispered, "Captain Luo…"

Captain Luo slowly came back to his senses.

Our two families were originally generations of close friends; the Lin family had been military for generations, while our Chen family later entered commerce.

The apples inside were the sole food supply for this journey; Guaili knew exactly how long he could still hold out.

He definitely couldn't repeat the mistake and let his Pikachu and the Soul-Stealing Eye steward lose their memories again.

The long-absent giant pincers crabs had suddenly emerged en masse, lining up in three rows to bask in the sun on the high rocks, even spitting out strings of classic transparent bubbles!

As Yue Hai looked at the several mech warriors with defiance in their eyes, he smiled and said, "Would you gentlemen like to try too?"

While Sun Qiang was still enthusiastically chatting with Xu Hai about these things, the broadcast voice sounded again.

Shen Du happened to be a reincarnated individual with over forty years of life experience; the depth and breadth of his thinking far surpassed those of today's high school students confined to classrooms.

"What's going on? Is there some hidden message?" Yun Xuan hurriedly leaned in again to scrutinize it several times but found no word worthy of note.

The first-rank demons already possess wisdom equal to humans; higher-rank demons are even wiser. Many demons dare not confront the Demon Hunting Bureau head-on, yet have secretly infiltrated the human world and taken control of numerous factions.

Beside him were two students from his own school; clearly, they had come to participate in the competition, just not in the same batch as Xu Hai.

Ruan Xuan was clearly not someone who feared threats; her footwork showed no sign of restraint, her fist raised high, her long legs coiled with power—she looked every bit the image of a wild, clawing beast.

Thanks to Han Dang's distraction, Wang Xin and his two companions were not completely pinned down by the black-clad men.

Shen Yan, as expected, had not slept a wink all night; when Yin Jun Ci saw her the next night, she was greeted by Shen Yan's dark, bruised under-eyes.

After recalling something, Zhang Huan reopened the silk scroll, saw the signature at the bottom, and the seal of the former title "Marquis of Jiedu Pavilion"—his expression grew even more obscure and unreadable.

Xia Jingxing chose a shoulder and neck massage; after sitting down, he casually struck up conversation with several nearby customers.

On the path of martial cultivation, the greatest taboo is the heart demon; once formed, it will plague a martial artist for life, obstructing progress—mildly causing stagnation, severely leading to qi deviation and turning one into a killing machine.

Added to this, Wang Li had provided some excellent tonic herbs, and Jia Cai's health had improved greatly compared to before.

For enterprises genuinely committed to developing high technology, even if you dislike them, don't join the crowd in slandering them—because every step they take forward is ten times harder than their foreign counterparts.

This time, Inspector Meng To sent them out to scout the situation in take care City, aiming to find a way to launch a surprise attack.

As Xu Zhekai and his group were halfway through their preparations, posters for the speech contest had already been plastered everywhere on campus; simultaneously, posters for the campus singing contest and the teacher skills competition flooded the campus.

Normally, Liu Yingcai wouldn't bother with so much talk—she'd have already gone to the kitchen to get busy herself.

"Could it be… because of the heavenly thunder? The stronger the heavenly thunder infused, the greater the power of the Heavenly Edict's explosion?" Qin Yu's mind flashed with countless thoughts; after much deliberation, he concluded it must be tied to the heavenly thunder infused within.

The black leather-clad man spun in place several times, collapsed to the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood mixed faintly with a few broken teeth.

Though worried, she dared not investigate, dared not speak to anyone—this torment, those who haven't experienced it cannot possibly understand how heart-wrenching it is.

"That won't do—you still can't move around. Wait until your injuries are fully healed!" Qiao Mimi smiled.

"Since he left, rumors about me have spread throughout Viking City—some true, some revenge from the Du family. Honestly, I'm so tired. I want to lean on someone's shoulder, I crave a warm embrace. Can you hold me?" Ran Zhiqi stared at Sun Qian with desperate longing.

Chen Fan's gaze remained calm as he watched Donghuang Taiyi activating his strongest defense; his slender fingers descended through the air, lightly tapping—where his finger landed, space rippled in concentric waves.

He became an administrator, though aided by his senior's influence, the vast majority of his present status he climbed to step by step himself.

Because he had just seen Anir, Xia Qiuru, and Du Hanbing—how could they be here?

After reading it, Chen Feng felt slightly disappointed; after all, powerful strength was what he wanted—but better than nothing, he thought, equipping the Divine Step Talisman. Indeed, once equipped, Chen Feng bounced twice in place—he felt noticeably lighter.

On the table, a red-faced, boastful giant sat above; beneath it, a blank slip of paper quietly passed.

Nai Fo the Great Emperor was about to call the other two, but found only Na Pa the Great Emperor remained; though the battlefield was littered with corpses and he didn't know where Paul the Great Emperor lay, he could no longer sense his aura—this meant only two Great Emperors remained.

As the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win a hundred battles; after observing Qiu Chen's previous fights, Leng You had discovered his weakness—speed.

During their inspections, they casually opened the coffins; in each, the skeletons' heads had been pinned down by branches of Yin Kui trees.

Of course, he hadn't killed the man—after all, this was an airport, too many people around; Su Chen had just arrived and didn't want unnecessary trouble.

Though Yang Fan had countless methods to force them to confess their crimes, why complicate things when a simple solution existed? It risked exposing his Yiqi Xiuxian identity.

The zombies were no exaggeration—Zhou Rui began recounting the deeds of Zhu Que and Qiangwei, centering especially on the recent public elimination of a high-ranking American official and the bombing of the Yamaguchi-gumi's top leadership; Zhou Rui listened, stunned, wondering if he himself could have accomplished such feats.