Chapter 210: The Nighttime Bridal Procession! Pits Everywhere! (Request Subscription)

Yu Linglong heard Lin Mo's method, first froze in surprise, then immediately understood his meaning.

If one can determine the basic mechanism of the Fuben, the matter becomes simple.

Killing demons and rescuing civilians both earn points.

Following basic game logic, wouldn't killing all the demons count as saving the entire city's people and clearing the first-level mystery?

As for accidentally injuring a few civilians along the way

He gripped the Qingming Sword tightly, and all four Zhenxian Swords around him trembled in unison, unleashing boundless heavenly dao killing force.

Mu Dingzhen drew a sharp breath, his pupils contracting, revealing an indescribable mix of astonishment, disbelief, excitement, and joy.

The storm-red beast at the front leapt forward, seizing the right wing with all three iron giant hands.

Out of nowhere, she pulled a square-shaped charger from her pocket and handed it over, as if dry wood met wildfire.

A faint, eerie voice subtly tempted her to offer everything; her hand instinctively reached out toward the stone tablet, then abruptly reversed direction, yanking the nearly insane Wan Jiao away.

Even if his subordinates were truly useless, he himself was a primordial divine being—could he not simply manifest a clone or bestow a magic treasure to resolve this?

He nodded, then waved his hand; countless immortal herbs and spirit fruits flew from every corner of the palace, converging into a brilliant radiance that drifted toward Yu Yuan.

When she turned to the ninth page, the formation Su You saw matched the unknown formation in the water prison by ninety-nine percent.

Over here, the old man held the object, turned it over in his hands, then casually tossed it into his large sack for scrap.

Five Mo Men disciples hovered in midair, shouting in unison; their long swords shot forth, forming a rapid sword-net that descended upon the lake's surface.

In her view, someone cast out of the family should live in suffering, not enjoy a good life.

Wen Shi didn't care whether Ling Yaxian had a rash or was poisoned; she had no intention of personally finding a physician to treat her.

But the moment Sun Pengju finished speaking, Yang Jian stepped forward and seized him by the collar.

Zhao Yuan's heart stirred—he had come to the military camp to mingle; he couldn't waste the opportunity. If he could earn merit and a noble title, and request a paradise realm as his fief, that would count as "land."

"Thank you for your help—you arrived just in time." Tie Ma emitted a crackling, distorted sound, as if its speaker was faulty.

The foundation for the house construction was fully completed, and all materials had been transported back.

This point, Jiang Chen had already confirmed the moment he first met Badake.

Su Jun, to be honest, never intended to make this matter so complicated; most importantly, as long as they themselves understood, that was enough. Suddenly changing its form was wrong.

An Nianchu felt only one thing: she had been tricked!!! That bastard Qiao Chu—fine, even if he was a bastard, he hadn't done anything truly vile; he still had some decency, at least he wasn't taking her home.

Yu Zhu didn't bother with courtesy—he seized the chance to capture her, not only treating her to a lavish meal by the window but also carving characters into her sensitive spots.

This made Qiu Xuan sigh: truly incomparable. In other cities, even a decent inn cost no more than one silver coin—or a few silver coins at most. Here, it was hundreds of times higher. Remember, one gold coin could be exchanged for a hundred silver coins.

His palm, compared to his own, was slightly broader and heavier, giving an instinctive sense of security.

Jiang Yu regarded the prince of the Azure Dragon Ancient Kingdom with cold indifference; the tangible killing intent showed no sign of weakening.

The sudden system alert miraculously restored Qin Xuan, whose mind had been completely obliterated.