Chapter 223

What is that thing?

The paper body of "Yu Linglong" trembled, feeling a powerful surge of malevolent energy.

The incense spirit child shook all over, its voice trembling:

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the legendary Yin Child, a spirit forged only from an extreme yin body, born already at the level of a Shèngqīng ghost!"

He never expected that within his jurisdiction, a city would suddenly harbor

Zhang Fu was chatting to comfort them, Chu Yue probed the mist with a stick, and Zhao Zhenyu checked routes on his phone.

When his grateful gaze met Qi Shu's eyes, Xi Du finally realized his own arrogance; he shamefully glanced around, then slowly glided toward the sky pit.

Chu Tiance paused slightly, a flicker of surprise in his eyes—he hadn't anticipated such a severe consequence.

"Report, my lord, after thorough investigation, there was nothing unusual. Moreover, while I was inspecting, enemy spies entered the village and exchanged smiles with us—no conflict occurred."

When Ju Zhi first joined the student union, there were only two things requiring effort: the National Day celebration and this rights-protection incident.

Chu Haoran nodded slightly without speaking, released Shangtiao Masao's hand, and left the Shangtiao family villa with Liu Die, Gu Mengyao, and Shangtiao Ayako.

After treating the injuries caused by Yang, he left, braving the worsening weather to wait beside the café for Ju Zhi.

"What are you glaring at? Think I won't slap you dead?" Liao Wei sneered, eyebrows rising.

He desperately needed these zombie corpses to nourish the transformation of his other body—he couldn't afford to abandon them.

Seeing both occupants in the cabin fully prepared, Dr. Mo Hongdi slowly walked to the large-screen computer and input the gene fusion command.

When Shen Changqing first arrived in this world, he felt uncomfortable, but over time he grew accustomed to it.

She kept urging herself inwardly: don't get too excited, absolutely must not faint—she still needed to earn money.

The powder ground from a unicorn's horn being able to neutralize poison was no secret; for centuries many had tried using hybrid unicorn horns for the same purpose, yet all failed.

"Brother Feng, this is my first time abroad! Aren't you excited?" The athlete beside him, apparently a swimmer named Jiang Hai, said.

Go beat up that old man who can barely walk? Tear down his house? Cut off all ties forever?

He roared, "Good!", and punched, shattering the Dao sword. The Dao sword flew back several zhang, then returned with even greater divine might than before.

In Vibranium Phantom Mode, Xi Nian stretched his body slightly and naturally floated free of gravity; though this single mode wasn't the strongest, it was among the most comprehensive abilities.

In truth, Qin Rongzhen was somewhat surprised by Lin Feng beating Zhuge Ming, but he wasn't angry.

From the explosion and dust cloud formed by the tactical missile, the alien wolfman's form showed no damage; its pitch-black eyes stared coldly in this direction.

"Aren't you the one who's always had me secretly track the Winter Soldier's whereabouts?" Sam Wilson bared his white teeth.

With a dull thud, the old man's dagger slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

With an adult soul, he knew this child must have suffered severe psychological trauma; somehow, he had become a glimmer of light in her dark world, which explained her dependence on him.

Reality isn't just about being a good person—that's merely a prerequisite, or perhaps the most vital internal indicator.