Chapter 286: The Destiny Disc Is Complete! Fate and Timing! (Request Monthly Tickets)

"Dust Release: Primitive World Devouring Technique!" Daeyebok finally acted, summoning a cubic barrier toward Yueqian Heya.

Perhaps only a tranquil countryside could offer such a sight—breathtaking scenery, and after returning so long, Wang Qiang had never felt as relaxed and at peace as he did now.

If I could calm my mind, earnestly improve my acting, and treat this profession of actor with sincerity, could I one day reach this level?

Xiang Ling prepared bowls and chopsticks, setting a set aside for Chen Yi, then sat at the table to begin eating.

A match in Shanghai transformed Chen Guanxi from a poor loser into a slightly famous and wealthy loser.

The maid beside her felt a chill run down her spine—giving her own younger sister to her servant's nephew? Was this really right? A flicker of pity crossed her heart.

The only regret was that Xiao Yi still failed to win the Best Director award at any of the world's major film festivals, leaving everyone feeling sorrowful and indignant.

"Delicious! So delicious! This is truly amazing! Better than any chicken soup!" The chorus of praise from the crowd left Li Qingming speechless.

Gang Gui remained unmoved, simply turning his head slightly to block Yueqian Heya's shuriken with his face and forehead—sparks flew where skin met steel, and Yueqian Heya was stunned by how thick and hard his skin was.

Mu Niancheng acted as if he hadn't seen her; Mu Huarong sneered—wait until you can never see your sister again, then see how you'll ignore me.

Then Chen Nan discovered that Zhuge Zhaohui's cooking was surprisingly good—the pigeon soup was exceptionally savory, and he finished the bowl with a "gulugulu."

Although grapes had been introduced during the Silk Road era, cultivation techniques remained primitive.

In Hou Village, a burly, dark-skinned man with a deep voice stood before Ning Chu, grinning foolishly.

In his rage, he had even unleashed his domain—within the blood-soaked estate's range, the oil shop owner instantly became a powerless… spirit.

He rubbed his eyes, fearing the descent of an evil spirit god had caused him to hallucinate.

This delighted Sima Yi immensely—Chen Nan had already regarded him as one of his own.

Amid the crowd's cheers, Daqi sat outside the tent, having teased John and the other two. Now, a strange question arose in his mind: why was it always John Marston who got injured? Was it because he was the protagonist of the first generation? Javier's injuries, however, were unexpected.

At midnight, Yun Si woke to use the restroom and, through the car light streaming through the window, heard the sound of an engine shutting off.

After the air blast ended, Lei Xiao, relying on his inner sense, bent down to pick up a jet-black porcelain bottle, poured out a pill emitting a fragrant aroma, and swallowed it. As for the five-step viper still coiled around his arm, though it refused to let go, its fangs had long been shattered by Lei Xiao's qi—it was now merely a harmless flower snake.

The three traitors hastily retreated, their faces pale as if seeing ghosts—three bolts of lightning descended from the sky, giving them unbearable headaches; these lightning strikes chased after them.

"That's true—some masters just love stirring up trouble. Now everyone's got nothing to play with," said Traveler A.

Li Yihang returned to his spot, his thoughts tangled and restless; he didn't fall asleep until after the third watch.

Zheng Xiner held Ye Tian's hand, happily saying that as long as she was with Ye Tian, she didn't care where they went.

"Uh! You're not going to steal, are you? Never mind—I've got money," Zheng Shixin said, looking at Ye Tian with concern.

As matters multiplied and grew increasingly complex, Chen Zheng no longer personally oversaw every detail—this inevitably led to the delegation of power.

Before the golden flame, the golden silkworm was like a cat spotting a mouse—trapped within, it dared not move.

Hao Tianming and Wang Baohua both climbed up, neither yielding. Hao Tianming wanted to see just how strong his roommate was—his performance in the nightclub hadn't seemed particularly tough.

Recalling the day's events, Chen Zheng grabbed the coat tossed on the bedside table and stepped out the door.

He quickly retracted his Heavenly Magic Body—otherwise, if this continued, all his energy would be completely devoured.

When this heavenly gate appeared, the Wu Dao Tree and all other Ancestral Wus were stunned, their eyes filled with shock.

Murong Sen sipped his tea without expression, noticing Lu Anning's surprised look—his lips curled slightly.

Her beautiful, flower-like appearance and extraordinary aura, her optimistic spirit and indomitable courage, her vast knowledge and peerless auxiliary divine techniques—each of Coral's virtues deeply attracted Ji Meng; from then on, his view of Haoyue changed completely, and his love for her became uncontrollable.

Mingyi fled like a beaten dog—though they had been meeting daily for several days, as long as Wu Qianping wasn't mentioned, they chatted like close sisters, talking about everything. But the moment his name came up, tension returned between them.

Mingyi looked at Hong Yi again; she, too, looked helpless, knowing she thought Mingyi too soft-hearted—how many could one person save alone? She shrugged—what could she do? She'd met this child; she'd save one if she could.

Coral smiled inwardly: To save my master, I've humiliated myself today—if you don't work hard to rescue him, you'll truly owe me these few tears.

The two palm prints on the ground were now untraceable; after noon they'd set out to attack the Black Ming Sect to rescue the Divine Physician. Why not relax during this rare break? Everyone nodded in agreement.

She couldn't even imagine what life would be like without him—perhaps she wouldn't survive. She had never, in her entire life, considered loving anyone else—not even if she couldn't marry him, she refused to marry anyone else.

"Ten Thousand Moon Sacred Art? So you're the Moon Guardian. I'll spare you for now." Wu Moyue wiped blood from her lips, sensing the tide had turned, and immediately used her "Instant Teleportation" technique, vanishing without a trace.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Lu Anning suddenly lowered her eyes, gently pushed open the door, and walked past Lan Xiangting as if she hadn't seen him.

She had always assumed Lianshan couldn't see so clearly—he was just resisting the match she'd arranged for him. She hadn't realized she'd been the one deluding herself.

The "Macrophage" walking ahead, Heng Qi suddenly screamed, snatched up the syringe, and jabbed it into a round, grotesque shadow charging toward them—until the thing collapsed into a deflated husk and dissolved.