Chapter 113: Trial Tower! Newbie Quest! (Request Subscription and Monthly Tickets)

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Lin Mo was first startled, then suddenly remembered who the “Senior Brother of the Alchemy Sect” that Zhuang Weinan mentioned was.

He stared in shock at the balding “uncle” before him.

Could this really be the legendary Senior Brother of the Alchemy Sect, famed for his extraordinary talent, who nearly attained a Fire-Wood dual heavenly root?

He first heard of this person from Yan Nanfeng’s mouth.

No, now he should be called Director Yan.

At that time, the other party had

Gray’s remaining health was low, so he pulled out a potion from his inventory; his potions were ordinary, not like Shadow Lover’s high-grade health potions that restored health instantly.

Outside Huoyang Gorge, Guo Jinhong watched the golden sun vanish above Huoyang Cave, her eyes filled with continuous surprise.

This was currently Ning Xue’s only option—to prevent entry, not to enter the blue teleport array to rescue.

Offending one or two cultivators was tolerable, but if he offended too many, he would easily invite death upon himself.

Ye Tian leaned against the back to rest; the noisy commotion around him couldn’t disturb him until he thought the noise had gone too far, then he cracked open one eye—nothing serious, just a fierce haggling dispute—and closed it again.

Lu Sansheng and the others appeared here unharmed, their bodies faintly shimmering with golden outlines, like sacred Buddhas.

It also helps avoid overly popular options, so the must-click index is indeed a crucial parameter.

He should have guessed this would happen; given Su Er’s nature, how could she willingly be taken to the police station?

Qin Hui once helped me with a lottery ticket; now I’m helping Tang Ying the same way—I have no other choice, only this method can ease her family’s urgent crisis.

This posture caused him, after a moment of hesitation, to let his gaze involuntarily fall on parts he shouldn’t have looked at.

“Director Fang, why are you kicking us out?” Gao Moku Hongzhi stood tall, face stern, asking in stiff, broken Chinese with arrogance and displeasure.

Soldiers hastily opened the sacks and willow baskets. Yu Gen Shan and others walked over curiously to inspect. From each opened sack, the soldiers pulled out three or four white cloth bundles, each labeled with Chinese herbal names.

“Don’t waste your effort—under my Demon Cult’s Iron Curtain, you cannot escape,” the masked black-robed man sneered.

Nokia and Samsung would certainly disagree, but they dared not show it too openly—FutureTech Corporation was no longer something they could manipulate at will.

Finally, I noticed a clue: though everything around was lush green, if you looked closely, the green in one direction felt different.

The bronze-skin zombie, freshly wounded, instinctively activated its corpse crystal to begin healing.

Wang Xi had just hung up the phone when another call came in—this one from Meng Jiajia; as soon as he answered, her excited voice rang out.

“Aren’t you asking questions too? Why can you ask, but I can’t?” Hua Rui retorted.

Lin Feng was speechless—did this question even warrant surprise? Unfortunately, Lin Feng didn’t understand Xia Ruoxi’s thoughts; she assumed Lin Mo would go to the company, hire a few capable assistants, provide them with all resources, then become a hands-off boss.

She wasn’t afraid these guys could challenge him—they were utterly no match for him; if they truly moved against him, they were certain to lose.

Elrond gritted his teeth, drew the Sword of Law, and lunged fiercely toward the Dragon God’s head; he reasoned that even if he couldn’t retrieve the Timefall Pendant, he must at least temporarily damage it, disrupting the Dragon God’s temporal flow for a brief moment.