Chapter 377: The Grand Sect of Sun and Moon! The Immortal Artifact!

In the bamboo grove, time passed unnoticed; as a gentle breeze swept by, it carried away some of the fine sweat on Lin Mo's forehead.

At this moment, he drenched in sweat, controlled a Water chess piece, stabilizing its formation to prevent it from being consumed by the black light.

The later it went, the heavier the weight of the falling black-light chess pieces he could feel.

Though their properties opposed each other, Lin Mo nearly couldn't hold out.

"Hold on! Must hold on!"

Lin Mo pressed down on the

He bent his face, deliberately resting his hand on Zhou Yang's shoulder, staring directly at Zhou Yang's face.

Mu Feng explained: "That day, I didn't regain consciousness long before fainting again. When I woke up, I found myself lying in a clinic."

She was beautiful, Chen Lü felt it, but that was all—beyond sleeping with her, no other relationship was possible.

She loved this feeling: ignoring everything, watching the sunset sink slowly, the world darkening, the stars bright overhead, lying on the ground without feeling cold, counting the stars.

Xie Xi only remembered this person much later—her classmate's older brother, who had treated her to two meals, but later, this man was ruined by Chen Zechu, left with nothing.

Yet he acted as if he saw nothing, ignoring everything, still lowering his head to stare at his phone, as if reading reviews of some region.

But Cheng Yaojin still refused to believe it was real, like dreaming of stumbling upon tens of thousands of taels of gold.

Mu Feng smiled, walking a short distance west with her. Then he stopped, stepped hard on a branch and snapped it. A few steps further, he reached out to break a twig before him.

"How dare you!" Cheng Shan, standing nearby, saw Shen Ao's Tiaoxin gaze and flew into a rage, raising his hand to strike—but suddenly, a silver whip rested on his shoulder, radiating icy menace.

The Jiang family paid her a great deal of money to settle the matter. With no evidence, she had no choice but to accept.

Having lived a hundred lifetimes, he had never seen anyone so beautiful—too beautiful, damn beautiful.

"Zhou Wei, how are you feeling now?" Xu Wangshu set the newspaper aside and asked Zhou Wei with concern.

Jiang Xiang, as a general, lacked horses most of all; Mongolian steppe horses were an endless supply to him, requiring only Mongol nomads to capture them—but as a garrison general, he couldn't go out hunting like the Mongols.

Zhang Guotao had just finished reading Chen's letter when Ma Lin and Yang Mingzhai entered through the back door, bursting in and babbling several sentences.

Though Gongguan Yu'er's words carried a hint of shyness and hesitation, for Chen Mo, they were like a single phrase waking a dreamer.

Zhou Wugui noticed us, but didn't approach—just watched us from afar, leaning on his cane, as if deep in thought, silent and motionless, eerily still.

That night, Zhen Qingshan hosted us three to a grand banquet and told us a piece of news from today.

Though my current strength could easily handle her, in this seven-day Lunhui 's false world, there was no need for such a needless move.

Hearing that the Three Ghost Kings' Chu Jiang didn't wait for Chen Mo to finish explaining, he coldly cut him off.

Of course, if it were someone else, they would have already collapsed—this pain was simply unbearable. Remember, Yang Xu's physical body was already monstrously strong, even tearing through space couldn't harm it—yet now, beneath the Eight-Faced Burning Heaven Furnace, Yang Xu felt his body trembling.

Everything had been fine; Jiang Ke treated this uncle with great respect and good manners—until he mentioned Meng Shiyu, saying she had returned to America and seemed to have run into trouble, with the Miller family possibly pursuing the matter. Jiang Ke's demeanor gradually grew cold.

This allowed the spiky-haired teen to escape the ambush of eight high-grade Demon Corpse Clan, fleeing wildly alongside the Hidden One.

He was the reigning regent, Fu Xuan, said to have once entered a hundred-thousand-strong army alone and rescued the former emperor, earning the imperial surname, and even been entrusted by the former emperor with the guardianship of the new emperor.

Though everyone was reluctant to part, Zhang Yibo was an idol star and couldn't stay here long.

Lines with unique rhythmic pulses, like intricately wired circuit boards, layered and interwove, forming an impossibly complex and vast pattern within Chu Guan's eyes.

"Legal punishment? What did I do? Why should I face legal punishment?" Mo Yan pressed both hands on the table and sneered back at Gu Long.

Ning Chenyang exhaled, pinched two fingers together, and the qi transformed into a sphere of light that pierced through space, directly blocking Fengcheng.

Yaoxing Society was not merely a newspaper—it also maintained an intelligence network that supported Qu Tong's control over those manipulated by the Double-Handed Mastery.

The secondary-mutated keratin exhibited extreme structural stability, evident not only physically but chemically as well.

With this thought, the puppeteer in the shadows controlled twelve Alchemist puppets to complete the final phase against the Third-Generation Gu King body.

He said only two words—Huang Fuya knew that Si Yifeng could never again do anything absurd to her.

The men struggled and screamed loudly, but the soldiers ignored them, dragging them across the ground, their bodies instantly smeared with unmelted snowmud, filthy and disheveled.

Li Yuanhao did not stop there—these two old fools might wake up on the way back; the Yeli soldiers would still obey them. After this battle, he had no excuse not to return military authority—and once he did, what those two would do next was anyone's guess.