Chapter 903: The Token

"Little Brother! Little Brother! Do you still want the token?"

At noon that day, as the disciples were eating in the dining hall, Cheng Mo found Mo Hua and said, holding out the token as if presenting a treasure.

Now, among the disciples of the Grand Void Gate, everyone knew that their little brother had a hobby of collecting "tokens."

"A transmission token?" Mo Hua asked.

"Yes." Cheng Mo nodded, then handed Mo Hua a token stained with blood, carved with the head of a demonic beast, its fangs grotesque and menacing.

Only after the Divine Enthronement affairs were complete would the dead warriors be enshrined as gods; as he spoke, he saw a line of armored warriors leading the way, and in the center, hundreds of youths, each holding a spirit tablet, marched solemnly forward.

She didn't particularly care for these wandering warriors, and besides, they were from the Black Dragon Society—the rivals of the Cherry Blossom Society—so losing one was fine.

A flicker of killing intent passed through Qin Ming's eyes; he had come to this governor's mansion sincerely to help Lian Lian, for an enemy's enemy is one's friend, and perhaps they would still need the Lian family to deal with the Ruyi Jin Dan Boy.

Memories flashed one by one through her mind; she still remembered Zhuo Ling's drunken tears—he said he feared living behind a mask, feared that after wearing it too long, he could never take it off, feared hurting her, and feared losing her.

Nan Xi blinked her eyes slowly, rolled over, and went back to sleep; her hair had grown much longer, cascading like a waterfall over the pillow, the ends dangling off the bed's edge. She curled up, greedily savoring the warmth within the soft quilt.

With that, his figure flickered and dashed inward, while his aura retracted, revealing clear urgency.

Below, Nan Xi was completely immersed in his song; for many years, whenever she felt lost or sorrowful, she would listen to Wang Yarui sing just as she was now.

With a wave of farewell, one side saw a loving couple embracing as they boarded the car, returning home filled with happiness; the other side saw the lonely, desolate Wang Yarui, walking with his heart full of wounds.

In this layer of space, the vast majority of War Dragons had fallen into slumber; only one War Dragon, its scales a pale purple, remained awake, patrolling back and forth before the entrance to this level, as if on guard.

He would never forget the look of hatred, disgust, and revulsion on Cai Nianlan's face when Zhuo Wannian brought him home, just as he would never forget the dark, chilling cold of the London prison.

"I want to become a Mozi! I must become a Mozi!" Mo Lin cried inwardly, fervently hoping Mo Zhiwei would call out his name.

Because many goods bound for Immortal Sea City were simply unloaded here, then hauled away by Immortal Sea City merchants from this island.

This terrified Dong Fei badly; as Dong Fei froze in shock, suddenly a lantern slave raised a rifle and fired straight at him. Dong Fei saw it coming and twisted his body urgently—but too slowly; the lantern slave struck him full force, sending him flying over two meters away, making him grimace from the fall.

The six War Angels, who had been exerting all their strength in defense, suddenly found their force wasted, and inevitably spat blood and fell. The timing of that sudden tension and release was perfect—truly deserving of the words "excellent technique."

Seeing them enter, I finally exhaled in relief, then canceled my invisibility and appeared before them openly.

Ding! Luo Ling grabbed a flash grenade from the corpse's waist and pressed the activation button, then threw it backward.

The Glock 17 pistol features a standard fixed front sight and notch rear sight, both with large tritium glow points for night firing; the 17L variant has an adjustable rear sight and no night vision device.

I watched her silently; I knew her heart was bitter—unless driven to desperation, who would walk such a path? And besides, her original family had been so illustrious?