Chapter 1129: Calculation

After returning to the Black Wolf Sect, Mo Hua lay on a soft, luxurious bed, his mind restless for a long time.

After a long while, he finally set aside the day's observations and turned his thoughts to the Black Wolf Sect.

First, there was that Elder Ji from earlier today.

This Elder Ji was surely the Black Wolf Sect's professional pimp—a madam skilled in sugar-coated artillery, manipulating hearts and dragging people into ruin.

But what Mo Hua cared about was something else.

This

Something covered his face—it was the scent of our shampoo, and warmth touched his lips.

I tugged at my mouth, looking at him, and naturally saw the bruise on his lips—clearly treated, though I didn't know who had helped him.

After hearing the sound, I grew even more panicked; my first instinct was to push Lin Rongshen off me, but after several attempts, he was too heavy, and since we were separated by only a single door, I dared not push too hard—I couldn't move him at all.

Though Xiao Zitian's gaze seemed calm and gentle, within that calmness stirred a chill; Xu Lan could ignore it, but she could not.

Qiu Yingying thought to herself that even when buying clothes, she still needed Fan Jie's opinion. Yet she agreed without hesitation. After eating at Subway, Qiu Yingying led Yin Qin to the Ordos Cashmere Sweater counter and bought him two under his request. But Yin Qin insisted Qiu Yingying pick out two for herself before he'd agree to pay together.

If he knew that even Jiao Dacang, a Level-One Cultivation-Refining expert, had been killed by Xia Luo, he'd think differently. True, Jiao Dacang had used only Leng Sicheng's power at the time, but still, killing him wasn't simple.

So the current task is to track down the movements of that group of Wa people, then decide on the next step.

The third time was a fight—Tie Rou punched his desk partner unconscious for refusing to let him copy homework.

Han Fei gave him a confused look and said, What's there to say? Two grown men.

As the ghost corpse shrieked, a jet of blood suddenly erupted from his earrings, then exploded—Boom—the air filled with countless shards of "flesh."

"... Um, Zhengzheng, they really think you're their lost He Lian Ning?" Dongfang Lüming asked weakly after snapping out of it. Huo Jun, meanwhile, still frowned, lost in thought.

Minutes later, all members of the Week Guild were ready; as soon as Week Sunday gave the order, the full assault would begin.

The snipers on the fourth and fifth floors posed no real threat to Ling Feng—the main danger was the third hidden sniper. Ling Feng knew he had to draw him out, or it would be troublesome.

"Puff!" The Black Qilin understood and instantly transformed into a barely visible black shadow, racing toward the direction Liu Yunfei indicated.

On the exposed head and face, a crimson-gold mask and helmet formed, while on the body, though flames still blazed fiercely, a battle armor gradually took shape within them, and the same occurred on the legs.

"Yun Guo, the Fushou Beast's HP is so high—isn't it hard to deal with?" Gan Qingqing sighed helplessly; facing a Level 170 mutated lord, even the top-ranked thief on the leaderboard left her feeling powerless.

Ji Fa ignored him, walking on without a word, completely disregarding Zi Zhu's constant calls from behind.

For several consecutive days, the old rogue would sit before the large machine in the afternoons and evenings, designing scenes from his memory of the original novel.

She recited like memorizing lines, watching Fang Yi speak slowly and deliberately, her tone flat, devoid of any emotion.

Now, Tottenham's two wingers retreated, Southampton's defense line stirred, attempting to press forward—the entire defensive line rapidly withdrew beyond the penalty area.

He kicked Lu Mingfei squarely on the butt—Lu Mingfei flew out and crashed hard between the two men in the parking lot.