Chapter 80: Xianmao, You Really Know How to Pretend

"Oh? Friend Chunze, have you further advanced in your cultivation?"

Wang Xianmao knew nothing of Mu Chunze’s complex inner thoughts; he only saw smoke rising from Mu Chunze’s antlers and politely complimented him.

But all he received in return was Mu Chunze’s cold glare.

Your Wang clan truly deserves to die!

"No, just watch the horse race."

Mu Chunze could not truly play a staring contest with Wang Xianmao; no matter how much he seethed inside, he could not say he had been wronged by Wang Yulou.

Beneath that punch, a layer of array patterns immediately cracked, the entire light barrier trembling as if about to shatter.

But the enemy about to strike him, having already formed intent and preparing to act, surely had his own backing.

With that, Ji Yuan felt no psychological burden—he could always flee if he lost, and even if escape proved impossible, the third-rank Elder secretly observing this place would cover his back, so he had no fear of unexpected events.

He quietly stepped out, flagged down a taxi on the street, and headed straight for the address Li Ming had sent.

Jin Bu Zhou sat on the edge of the bed, noticed her hair was slightly damp, brought a towel and hairdryer, and helped dry it.

"By the way, Mr. Su, what realm are you currently in?" Hong Wanqing suddenly thought of this question and asked tentatively.

Jiang Qi hurriedly kicked off his slippers and walked barefoot into a side bedroom; this time he didn’t get lost, but standing inside the wardrobe, his heart was complicated—being a modern, ambitious young man with lofty aspirations, he had mindlessly ended up hiding under a bed inside a wardrobe; outsiders would think he was having an affair.

The message received was also very brief: it requested Laton grant humanity one chance, and use his own power to forcibly halt the Lotus Transformation process, offering a highly secure place for recovery.

As expected, after waiting half an hour, Lu Qing’s window suddenly burst open with a loud “bang.”

The specific gameplay involved evading large elemental devices created within the dream, seeking out scattered tokens pre-placed within a designated area.

This skill wasn’t worth much elaboration—it simply boosted survivability in chaotic battles—and it was also a prerequisite for many mid- to high-tier skills; though not a surprise, learning it certainly wouldn’t hurt.

Seeing Bai Linglong’s gentle demeanor, everyone present, even those who had doubted, immediately dismissed their suspicions—except Xia Ying and others, who all glanced at Chen Bei with mocking amusement.

Beside her stood four large men wearing nylon stockings over their heads, armed with firearms; at this moment, they were sweating profusely, discussing how to escape next.

Besides, my brother and I each can only get twenty-five plants—we’re barely even guaranteed to advance to the second round.

The next instant, her crimson lips parted slightly; the sheer silk scarf on her shoulders rapidly extended, transforming into a luminous rope that bound Mu Song.

Empress Changsun normally resided in Lizheng Palace, still some distance from Ganlu Palace; when Li Chengqian arrived at Ganlu Palace, he saw Empress Changsun deep in quiet contemplation within the hall.

"Wait... didn’t I say when I called the police that there’s an extremely dangerous kidnapper in my house? Didn’t you send SWAT?"

Those people had lost their reason and felt no pity for her; every bruise, every pinch, every blow on Jing Huan’s body stood out sharply.

Seeing her long-absent radiant smile, Huangfu Ye couldn’t help but feel a surge of emotion, leaning forward and pressing his cold lips instantly to her brow.

Shen Tu Ji, his eyes weary, recounted everything the two had encountered; when he spoke of why they had attacked Liao Mingyou, deep helplessness flickered in his eyes.

"Come on, after this fight, we can end this battle—I’ve already spent too much time." Chen Qingxin said; they had indeed spent a long time, but every moment was worth it.