Chapter 333: Heaven Did Not Birth Me, Gu Po Yue... The Second Half I Made Up!

If you looked down from above, Qinghe Street would appear not as a single long road, but as a cross formed by four streets running east, west, south, and north.

"What?" I blurted out, incredulous—Han Yang, of all people, kneeling before someone? That was simply unthinkable.

Unjustly scolded, Director Li stormed out of the director's office, and just at the 'door,' he spotted this medical order. He picked it up, still confused, walking while thinking—then suddenly, a bold idea surfaced in his mind.

The yellow-haired guy flinched, then swung his blade to attack—I stepped back quickly, glancing toward the bread van, where four more youths stepped out, dressed like gangsters, each carrying a cleaver, heading straight for us.

"All young experts at the Spirit Realm's late stage or higher, report immediately—I'll send you to a place. A year from now, emerge and strive to all reach the Nirvana Realm!" Chen Fan said gravely; others felt little pressure, but he bore immense weight.

But judging by the current situation, our Shuai Ao has found a new source of joy and no longer hangs out with Jin Peng—otherwise, Mimi wouldn't be sitting so calmly playing mahjong.

"Master Gui has arrived unexpectedly—what brings you here?" Chen Fan smiled politely, gesturing for him to sit, then spoke directly.

The Wood King radiated a vigorous, mighty aura, dispelling the oppressive presence of these demonic gods.

Seeing the Yan Gui's expression, Jin Yuanbao knew she was stunned—but then again, who wouldn't be? Such a flashy incantation couldn't possibly fail to shock anyone.

"Yes, yes, it's this subordinate's incompetence, but there are no other hands left," the Tian Gong clan warrior bowed in panic.

She had spent every effort to divorce him, yet after giving birth, she suddenly changed—no longer afraid of him, even habitually hurling cruel words. Her domineering demeanor made him wonder if someone was impersonating her.

Her vision was filled with the man's steady gaze, and the warmth from his palm seemed to climb upward, slowly warming her chest.

Ma Yong never once looked at him or called to check on him. Though he worried inside, he couldn't bear the looks from Yang Shizhuo's mother and father—different in form, identical in meaning.

In this world, the only thing Wu Yue could think of to exchange for points was the Hézi. That's why he killed the Ghoul driver—to verify this.

She looked up and saw Shi Ye watching her; when he noticed her gaze, he smiled, lifting a hand to tap his ear.

"Mildly qualifies as online trash, no recycling value," Li Tie muttered as he ushered everyone upstairs.

Changsun Wuji worked tirelessly to eliminate Li Ke, just having outmaneuvered the commoners' breach of the palace—only for a surprise intruder to appear and berate him from head to toe, then, as if the chaos weren't enough, the Crown Prince himself came out to add more turmoil.

"Wu Wu, Boss, are you sure you're just replacing the manager? Why does your aura make me think you're saying 'fail and bring your head'? I silently mourned Manager Ye for a few seconds."

But several hundred from the Ta family were far from enough to fill the Cao family's gaping hole—Asheng guessed they'd still need to drain blood from Nan Island and Liu Island. He wondered if the county seat's Gongsun clan would be friendly enough—if they could trade sugar and strong liquor for grain, it'd be far cheaper than transporting grain.

And if this time they fail to kill Youha, Wu Yue will be forced to command the system to forcibly return—retreating into the real world or another parallel dimension, waiting until he maxes his level before returning to the Shinigami world to settle the score.

Although he didn't reveal the matter of the Battle Soul, such deliberate guidance still counts as a leak.

So the place we'll go with Jiang Cheng will likely be somewhere he's already been—so of course, let Jiang Cheng choose where he wants to go.

Though it seems to have little effect, the harmonica's unique tone lends the song a refreshing, cool feeling.

With no stable new passage confirmed, the Dragon Empress must now launch a direct assault on the Maginot Line.

In close-quarters combat, with Wanwan's divine enhancement, I'd become an endless-energy machine—fighting harder, growing more energized with every strike.

At this moment, the back mountain was darker than the foot of the hill, the atmosphere more terrifying, filled with restless beast roars.

"Yes, you think that way, and the temple gods of Chi and Zi Mountains think the same," Sun Si said, waving his finger. "The temple gods' surveillance over their territory cannot be hidden—every move of the Medicine Immortal Society is known to both gods."

They stand idly by, hoping the two sides will cripple each other! Besides, if they get too close, they themselves fear being attacked indiscriminately by the escaped Four-Transformation Undead.

I wonder if this guy's finished revising his script—whether he actually deleted all his own scenes.

The Iron Corpse roared continuously, yet only circled beyond the range of the Five-Color Lightning, never daring to cross the line.

Tang Chen glanced once and understood the situation; he didn't dwell on it, turned back, acting as if nothing had happened.

The enemy atop the wall was numerous, machine guns firing in cover—Zhang Yi saw their defenses were too tight; his original plan to charge the gate was abandoned, and he turned and fled.

Galveles Town is less than thirty kilometers from Toledo—Emir Abad al-Mu'tadid of Seville and his son Abad al-Mu'tamid would never sit idle.

Zhang Yi was hard to hit—he wriggled like an eel, rolling as he fired, one shot—bang—killing the fierce Japanese soldier.

In the days after Gan returned to the set and solved two problems, he kept sniffing around, asking questions—Zhou Shen began to feel he wasn't even a director anymore, yet oddly, the producer was often right.

The two carried their full plates of chips, two waiters trailing behind, no longer gambling or playing—just wandering aimlessly.

Ye Haoxuan stopped, turned back—and saw, within the white light, a blurred human silhouette.

But to the Black-Scaled Barbarian Ox, a Great Luo True Immortal, this speed seemed like a leisurely stroll.