Chapter 243: Cold Relief Formula

Cold Relief Formula

Two years ago, after Er Da discovered the network of underground tunnels, Guan Jinlin conducted a meticulous survey, enabling over 2, 00 entrepreneurs to escape through them.

A man stood before him; at the same time, several other men in black suits approached through the garden.

Before him was a vast, bottomless pit, at least ten thousand meters in diameter; judging from the chisel marks along its rim and the spiral pathways descending its inner walls, the pit had been artificially excavated.

He was probably a rookie director from a web drama, yet he had directed a film that looked remarkably good—he felt outshone and couldn't accept it.

They always did their assigned tasks conscientiously, requiring no supervision; the leader never had to worry about them.

This confirmed Chen Xiaoran's suspicion: tomorrow night's date was a banquet of betrayal.

Her mind still dwelled on Chen Xiaoran; she suppressed her worry and decided to call him soon.

After the general entertained this thought, he wished to see what the two princesses' friends looked like—or perhaps persuade the princesses to abandon their concerns.

Entering the red maple forest, faint shadows lingered behind the trees, and their presence felt vague and indistinct.

The vermilion bird, wearing a golden crown, sighed softly; its purple feathers glowed brilliantly in the sunlight, and the Dao patterns on its body shifted. She had successfully merged her spirit on the arena.

Jing Xiu closely observed Jing Yue's expression; though her voice was soft, there was an underlying tone—she glanced sideways at Jing Die, who sat nearby, and Jing Die merely smiled, giving back a reassuring look.

The Crimson Blade—Liu Hongchen's soul sword—caused the drifting peach blossoms to freeze midair, each transformed into a razor-sharp blade; the sudden surge of aura made Jun Wen and Chu Xi grimace—if battle continued, Nian Yue would surely lose.

"If everything on TV, in the news, and online is true, then it's perfect—hope lies ahead…" At the entrance to Sihe Academy, the tattooed young man felt immense excitement.

The core at Zhou Xing's brow reappeared, shimmering with silver light; his eyes glowed with wisdom.

He appeared to radiate noble elegance, yet an intensely sharp aura emanated from his body.

He was a proud man; even as flames scorched him, he uttered not a single cry, and even in defeat, he refused to lie on the ground like a dead dog.

I stayed by Gu Yicheng's side until the banquet ended, then returned to my apartment. Once there, I collapsed onto the bed, beginning to regret whether I'd been too harsh with Zou Zichen.

The most obvious case was Wu Shao and his father in Room Two; though stunned by the pearl, they still couldn't resist the urge to act.

Buddha extinguished the last wisp of flame, breathing heavily, his eyes flickering with faint golden Buddhist light.

In the overgrown hills behind Houjia Village, before Old Hou's tomb with its shattered stele, Lu Dingkun wept. Xiantao wept too.

The official Zheng smiled, waved his hand, and walked away down the alley on the other side.

He looked down on Nie Xiuxiu as a mere bastard—constantly scheming, pretending to be a member of the Leng family, dreaming of entering the Leng household.

Even if this fragment of spiritual awareness knew about it, it could not inform the original self.

"Fang Bao, because of what you just said, you absolutely belong beside me. Outstanding—truly outstanding. I never expected you to say something so insightful. Come, come, sit beside me, sit beside me…" The principal, spittle flying, forcibly pulled Fang Bao to his side.

After Kais defeated all the demons and returned, he found his wife gone. The two Gray Knights recounted the events; without hesitation, Kais dragged out several hidden knights and beat them severely—just then, the enemy's boss arrived, and Kais drew his Gao Si pistol… the rest Q17 had seen.

Though childhood memories were hazy, the feeling of purity and beauty had not faded from her heart.

"It's fine now—you're out of danger. Just rest and recover for a while, and you'll be well," Feng Lu replied with a smile.

He believed Lin Feng must have been specially cultivated by Lingxiaozi—otherwise, that single glance could not have possessed such power.

But Yu Wu, despite being beaten, refused to learn; she clung desperately to the carriage's edge, her lips swollen and red from Liu Liu's slaps, resembling a fat pig's snout—almost comical.

"Hero, there's something I need to tell you," Tianpeng Yuanshuai Zhu Bajie pondered, preparing to speak to Sword Hero.

At the time, Qi Tianshou was drunk; the Three Immortals sealed off the back courtyard to avoid trouble, which is why Jin Zha and others never met him.

"I'm not tired, Yun Cheng—do you want to rest?" Yu Qing asked, glancing at Lian Yuncheng as they walked.

Feng Lin quickly embraced Lan Nu and began healing her with spirit stones; soon, the bleeding finally stopped.

It goes without saying that the darkened gambler leader's demon had already failed to strike anything.

Hearing the Tower Guardian's words, Sword Hero, Xiaoyao Sheng, Fox Beauty, and Dragon Prince realized how close they had come to death—if not for those unexpected turns in the crisis, not only would Sword Hero, Xiaoyao Sheng, Fox Beauty, and Dragon Prince have perished, but even the Tower Guardian would have been lost.

"Murong Feiyang, so you're the killer! I'll kill you!" shouted Guo Zheng, chief of the Chengdu Flying Tiger Escort Agency, charging forward with his blade.

But the middle-aged man, around forty, merely snorted. To think such trinkets could bribe Gustav, the Free Party's leader, was naively absurd.

Suddenly, a clash of combat echoed from beyond the woods, followed by dust surging into the sky, rolling toward the group in waves.

The Chief Steward ordered them to brew an eighth-rank Nourishing Soul Pill—a pill that enhances spiritual sense cohesion, essentially strengthening mental power.

Hua Qingyan was ecstatic—she thought the Huanyan Potion, priced at a thousand gold coins, could now sell for one hundred thousand; she only needed to brew a dozen bottles to be set, yet she'd labored day and night to make over a hundred different potions—enough to sell for months.