Chapter 124

The computer is fixed, I’m ecstatic hahaha

Without hesitation, the moment he saw that terrifying eagle-headed creature, Li Qingshi immediately flew down into the forest below.

Pei Weiwei came to the farm, looked at the chickens and ducks running across the hills and fields, and felt deeply satisfied.

Having learned nothing, Li Xunfu had no choice but to leave, sending a group of assassins to eliminate the ragged man, instructing them to make it clean—leave no trace.

But building his own brand meant he didn’t have to worry about this issue at all, and Song Yu wasn’t greedy—she only sold milk tea, and other products would come later.

Upon hearing this familiar yet foreign name, Dingxin Academy fell silent at first, as if stunned; after several seconds of stillness, a storm of frantic movements and rising cries erupted across the sky.

But the other two mages simultaneously activated the spell “Ice Arrow,” and a barrage of ice arrows struck the Flame Bird, causing it to plummet.

Moreover, purely in terms of outcome, he had indeed been with Lin Yaxin and Ning Ke’er, even Gu Qingyao… it was just that the process hadn’t been as terrible.

Pei Yue. He had just seen how Pei Ming had beaten Pei Dong—he was on high alert now, and dared not act as freely as before.

As Yi Guangxiong finished speaking, the loudest applause erupted—the farmers’ lifeline had been solved, and they had every reason to be joyful.

Especially these great demons, though at the apex of their plane, must periodically offer a portion of their resources as tax to their sovereign—each of them lived a miserable existence.

Thus, it was truly a convergence of storms and gathering from all eight directions; surely, all major forces on the Zi Chuan Continent will assemble here.

For some unknown reason, combined with Huangfu Ye’s lack of caution, she suddenly shoved him far away.

Since beginning his Dao cultivation, Qian Yuan had seen much, and judging by the situation, his son bore unmistakable “immortal bones and immortal bearing”—his mother’s pregnancy was certainly not in vain.

“Of course not,” Lieyan chuckled, those chaotic demon eyes made it impossible for her not to get rich.

Ye Shi, angered by this incident, walked out of the room, opened an umbrella, and ran off crying.

Along the way they encountered several dangerous zones, but thanks to their group’s many experts, they passed through without serious incident.

Officers and soldiers of the Logistics Department, seeing Long Fei receive such high honors, immediately felt admiration and envy.

“If you cry out again, I’ll rape you right now,” Huangfu Ye coldly threatened.

“Yao, don’t speculate about things you haven’t seen or heard with your own eyes and ears,” Bi Tiandu disapproved, speaking to Bi Yao.

Her entire body burned hot; she felt the temperature was so high she might be cooked alive, even her consciousness threatening to be scorched away.

“Who?” the old lady hadn’t lost her wits—her mind was still sharp—so if her grandson didn’t give her a satisfactory answer, she absolutely wouldn’t let it go.

“May I ask who you are…?” the principal asked cautiously, for he didn’t recognize Shao Ge; but Shao Ge had checked the school’s records when dropping Ye Zi off that morning, so he had recognized them when they approached.

She no longer wished to stand out—even without revealing her Military Gate’s strength, she could still claim the crown; why bother with unnecessary show?

Feng Qingyang, like the Grand Master of the Medicinal Sect, sent for alchemical materials and asked those present to forge weapons.

He cast a cold glance at her, walked over, unplugged his charging phone, swiftly scrolled to the call log, found the unknown number she had called today, and immediately dialed it.

Each encounter inevitably brought back memories of the “Jun Gu” name-change incident and the cold tombstone being added to the Jun family genealogy.

The Second Prince nodded knowingly, swiftly ordered seats arranged, gestured for Yu Moqing and Qiu Mingshan to sit, had tea refilled, and continued discussing the specifics of the palace coup.

Qing Ge threw back her head and roared, her white hair whipping in the gale; dense dark elements gathered around her, crushing the Ancestor’s pressure. Qing Ge lunged at the flames, and ice water unfurled from her fingertips, extinguishing the fire.

“Since you’ve already decided, what’s left to hesitate about? But you can take this back and look at it—it’s a gift from me.” Wei Han pulled a USB drive from his pocket, placed it before her, then coldly curled his lips and stood to leave.

“Who?” Yu Moqing’s health had improved lately, her senses sharpening; at the faintest sound, her hand was already on Wu Ying, ready to strike.

At noon, the heat was oppressive, her mind foggy and heavy; He Panren waited in the pavilion for the captain’s news, gradually feeling his eyelids grow heavy, drowsiness overwhelming him; leaning back in his chair, he fell asleep without realizing it.

Entering Shen Hou’s tent, Shen Hou was still courteous, not annoyed by their pressure. He smiled warmly, inviting everyone to sit and offering food and drink. But none of them could eat—his army was on the brink of starvation, already burning at the heels; if they didn’t break Luoyang soon, they’d be the ones destroyed.

Li Chao lowered his head to study the landscape ink painting; he had been carefully examining it for any anomalies, but when he saw the river currents within the painting, he was suddenly stunned, looking up at Hei Chao.