Chapter 180

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Shen Qingwu couldn’t stop him, but Qin Lianye had already stepped onto the flower platform; Qin Lianye danced the White Zhe Dance, his white sleeves fluttering like a white swan in flight, and several young lords who had taken a fancy to him began clapping and cheering the moment he assumed his pose.

“The purple beast carried him toward the valley in the southeast; this is where he last stopped,” said the black-clad man named An Jiu, bowing respectfully.

The moment Zhang Ruofeng spoke, Tang Tian’s mood plummeted: wasn’t the plan to go learn how to drive?

In their hometown, unlike in distant cities, girls are expected to find a husband by twenty-one or twenty-two; if they don’t marry, they become old maids.

Unless they’re high-level professional trainers, few trainers ever delve into designing their own moves or analyzing type advantages.

No, somehow, I must leave some trace, so the police can follow it and find the killer.

If I’m not mistaken, these potions were all brewed by the opponent himself; though young, he possesses the skill level of a junior breeder—this startled Ting Shu, and any sense of superiority vanished from his heart.

I tied the rope around my waist; Lan Linfeng then handed the other end to Chu Ying and Liang Mi, gave them instructions, and then tied the remaining end around his own wrist, holding it in his hand.

After explaining to them, Lin Mu went downstairs; when he arrived, Xu Jie’s car was parked at the hotel entrance.

The only two trainers Ting Shu considered to have real combat ability both belonged to the new organization “The Tribunal,” and were among its core members: Kona, the former Champion who retired and then rejoined the Tribunal, and Mister Handsome, who transferred from Interpol.

So the Ice Melon Thrower hurled him beyond the Seven Great Seas—but unfortunately, he was blocked by an ancient tree named Gao Shu.

No wonder the other kept hinting at her to persuade her parents, to get them proper jobs.

Bai Xian wore a simple athletic outfit that accentuated her slender yet powerful figure, her single braid tied high, a few loose strands gently falling across her forehead, swaying with her movements.

Those factories were so poor they couldn’t even pay wages; the workers dressed like beggars.

Fifteen, who had been punished with two days without proper meals—only a bowl of porridge each morning—grabbed the banana and took a huge bite.

Wu Jingsheng had just agreed with a few words when a rapid series of footsteps approached from afar.

But Pan An had stockpiled too much—even a thousand levels consumed only about one-fifteenth of it.

In the base’s command center, a monitor operator suddenly slammed his hand on the instrument and shouted in delight.

The identity issue he thought he’d only need to address later had unexpectedly surfaced the very next day after his return, when someone he knew recognized him—how should he explain it?

Hua Yao was pregnant, and thus already popular among the islanders, who cared for her with utmost attention.

Like a drowning person grasping for a floating log, the only thing she could reach was Li Jinyan.

“If you say one more word, I wouldn’t mind cutting out your tongue. Will you take this medicine yourself—or shall I feed it to you?” Mo Yan cut off Mo Fengwu’s words, casually asking with false kindness.

At that moment, a bright speck of light suddenly shot into the water; Xia Aorui immediately fixed her gaze on the speck.

After speaking, Ye Ruoshui instantly teleported back to his seclusion place, where he needed to carefully contemplate many matters and was deeply concerned about others, such as the divine sword.

He understood one principle: to control something, you must know it, understand it, grow close to it, and make it accept you.

“You threatened me with death to give you three days—I already gave them. Are you trying to force your mother?” Zhang Rong clearly remembered him using lip movements to tell her: if she didn’t agree, he would die immediately.

Although the Thousand-Scale Divine Serpent is currently stable, it is like a living volcano, unpredictable, ready to erupt at any moment.

Perhaps, in some subtle, gradual way, his attitude toward Gu Zhihan has changed a little?

He showed not the slightest unease over what he had just done, and his expression revealed no hint of discomfort.

I was determined to find out the reason, but Jin Xuan’s casual remark revealed that Master Yi had already locked himself away for cultivation yesterday.

“Clang!” The hammer of destruction slipped from his grip and fell to the ground, yet he remained unaware.

Near the divine temple, the Sleeping Lord of the Sky rolled over, crushing every towering tree beside him; this serpent was simply too enormous—its colossal body could likely coil around the whale Lao from Mount Dao.

Even so, progress had already reached about sixty percent; as long as no extraordinary incident like a supercomputer explosion occurred, completing the task within the deadline was certain—even possible well ahead of schedule.

Dressed neatly, hiding the prison uniform still on his body, Aza seized the opportunity when no one was watching and activated Extreme Thermal to burn the CP0 body to ashes.

The selection of concubines was handled entirely by Fan Ji; the granary affairs were managed by Qin Qian and others; for the weekend, Cheng had enjoyed a rare stretch of leisure—spending his days strolling through gardens or playing with his concubines, content and at ease.

The demon race’s hierarchy was far stricter than humans could imagine; even whispering behind the Master’s back was a crime.

Not defending meant heavy casualties for the Jin army’s vanguard, yet they hesitated not—they immediately changed their assault tactic and charged straight into the arrow storm.