Chapter 345: Step Into the Jar! Lin Mo

"Huffing~!"

Lin Mo gasped heavily, feeling heat fill the entire airway from his abdomen to his chest and up to his throat.

Even hot pot wasn't this scorching!

He felt like he'd been trapped for hours on a steaming basket over a roaring fire; large beads of sweat dripped down his sharply defined cheeks, his entire skin flushed red, even bearing burn marks—

These were all necessary

Chen Tie was certain that the "Laozi" the Ancient God spoke of must be the same Laozi who vanished years ago from the Hangu Pass in the west.

Those three consecutive "kill" words nearly made Chen Tie piss himself—the aura of slaughter sent shivers through his heart.

But then Su Ruhe felt the name sounded familiar, as if… she'd heard it somewhere before.

"Yue Yanrong, what's wrong?" Bertha White had just woken in her bedroom and entered the living room when she spotted Yue Yanrong reeking of alcohol.

"Lord of the Era? Oh shit, what the hell does that mean? I just muttered a few things, and now I'm the Lord of the Era?" Chen Tie's face darkened, barely resisting the urge to slap himself.

That dense forest was full of landmines and ferocious beasts, and since he was injured and in dire straits, they sent Wang Shi to reinforce him.

After hanging up, Chu Zhixin's dark eyes stared ahead; three seconds later, his expression returned to normal. He'd taken only a few steps when his phone rang again.

This was utterly unexpected—Huang Mu and Huang Ning's faces changed. Who could have guessed that Chen Tie's desperate stance was aimed not at them, but at Huang Wei behind them?

Back then, Chen Xuan had been the same—he never saw Long Hao's figure before he died. But this time, Long Hao finally arrived… and the outcome was identical: he couldn't stop what had happened.

Mu Sheng liked Cang Jinyan's attitude toward him, so he decided to show mercy and give Cang Jinyan a hint.

Meanwhile, on the sideline, Ferguson shook Yun Sheng's hand again—his expression had changed once more.

There's no need to explain this—not because Lin Chuxia would instantly bristle at the word "short," but because her uncle, who served in Shanghai, was indeed shorter than Lin Aijun.

In short, her goal was to make the ninja world understand the value of peace—not to gossip about the old story between Hashirama and Madara.

The man twisted his wrist, gripping the soft sword—*bang! —it plunged into the silver lightning arc in the stone chamber, which now exploded like a vast net.

Fortunately, unlike when he faced his mother after his father's departure, or Andreia, who stayed out for her lover,

At the 20th minute, Sun Xiang took the corner kick. He delivered a perfect near-post cross; Xu Liang burst through the crowd, headed the ball, and slammed it hard into the net.

Both immediately pledged that such incidents would never happen again. If any Cheng family members caused trouble in the future, they'd never let it reach Milele or Jiang Zhige's ears.

After Cottbus won, nearly every German media outlet pointed directly at Cottbus, showering it with praise.

"Just now—what was that!" Aenir "woke up" feeling as if he'd done nothing at all, yet found himself in the god's abode—the very place he'd just fought.

Compared to the simple Qian Duofu, Qian's mother was far smarter. The moment she saw Cui's mother rush in with such frantic, hollow expression, she sensed something was off.

The outside world assumed Yu Youning, who should have been in her room, wasn't there—of course, she had entered the card-making space.

"Your grandparents and Aunt Qin all take naps after lunch, right?" Su Yan asked Ye Chengze, realizing it belatedly.

Eighteen men, named the Eighteen Vajras. The name was crude, but when they fought, they truly moved like Vajras—extremely formidable.

"Brother, you're too kind—just don't mind me dropping by every few days to bother you," Lin Yiyang chuckled.