Chapter 267: Late Late Late

Late late late

"Then, big brother, why aren't we moving yet?" Li Batian asked, keeping a wary eye on the desert wolf scorpions.

While hesitating, Fang Junyan had already stepped out of the room; before closing the door, he cast a meaningful glance at the two young people. The ward fell silent, leaving only Fang Xiyuan's still-angry panting—had his internal organs been injured, he'd likely have fainted by now.

"I don't know either, but I suspect Xia Yang's presence here has deeper meaning—we'll ask him later!" Xia Ye shook his head.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware the oriole lurks behind—Muru Xiaoxiao, who had just blasted Yuan Lan and Liu Yan away, had no idea that behind her, a silver-haired figure had long been lying in wait, biding its time for the perfect strike.

At that moment, a hurried voice from outside the carriage rang out—it was Old Qin—and then, with a loud "bang," the carriage was struck hard, shaking violently.

Jiang Canghai, head of the Disciplinary Department at the Galaxy Private School Student Council, seemed to hear nothing of Bai Jinlong's question, as if he didn't even regard Bai Jinlong worth noticing; he tilted his chin slightly and said nothing.

A single Star Lord can suppress tens of millions of Elephant Combat Power—that's what a Star Lord is; they are truly powerful.

"Lion King, have them report the rank of the Xuan Beasts they've brought!" Yang Ye said grimly, looking down at the Xuan Beasts.

Suddenly she stopped, noticing a dark-clad figure hidden beneath the roadside trees across the slope. The man held a pitch-black umbrella that nearly concealed his entire body, and with the dim streetlamp casting deep shadows, any ordinary observer would have missed him entirely.

A surge of rage instantly flared; Huang Qishan raised his right hand to strike Huang Peiqi.

"Forget it, don't think about it—let's wait until we find out what our brother-in-law has uncovered." Xiao Chubei wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"You've seen me in a dream?" Song Jie looked puzzled—he didn't recall having any ability to appear in others' dreams, yet there was indeed someone near him who could do such a thing. Realizing this, Song Jie no longer dwelled on the matter.

The Imperial Uncle's face paled; he understood—the Princess Royal had already guessed that the Empress had not told the Emperor about this matter, and was sending him back to remind his own sister. His heart trembled several times, nearly betraying his unease; he clenched his jaw, tongue-tied, unsure how to respond, and only managed a hollow laugh.

Though confined here, Gu Qingwei ensured every meal was full—she had already sent out her plea for help to Ning Zhiyuan, but she didn't know when he'd find her, perhaps not until tomorrow or the day after.

No, it had already returned to the box; the scene she saw wasn't real—it was all illusion, all its chaotic imagination.

Skill Level 1, Apprentice Appraiser—Zhang Ruoling could accurately appraise only items below Green Rank.

All dust had finally settled; everything was over. The outcome she had never dared to imagine had simply appeared.

Wu You rewrapped the robe Ming Qi had given her, glancing down—it looked a little nice. This, at least, was finding joy in hardship.

Shanxiu extended it toward Wu You; in her eyes, there was clearly the intent to give it to her.

Mu Ming smiled, brushing his fingers lightly across her lips; Jiang Nan instinctively stepped back, her body instantly tensing.

"By what authority are you speaking to me—Uncle, or Captain Bai?" Bai Yichun preferred clear boundaries between personal and official matters, to avoid gossip.

The mechanical clone used that blue spaceship as its frame, stripped off its original blue shell, and reassembled it into a new ship using some fifth-grade alloys from Wo Su's storage ring, combined with materials collected by Chu Xing.

Jiang Shi drew his Demon-Slaying Sword Jiaren and lightly pierced the passenger's right thumb; immediately, a line of text appeared.

Chu Xiu grew more anxious the more she thought, tears streaming down her face, then wiped them with Oulai's suit jacket.

Thus, the demons paid no heed to the feeble red glow, instead chasing relentlessly after the suddenly severed, plummeting angel, determined to finish it off.

"Let's go—we can't even see the boss's silhouette anymore," Mo Lan patted Wan Yueyue's shoulder, reminding her.

Diablo said any of these three choices was acceptable—meaning whichever one was chosen would achieve Diablo's goal. If so, selecting the option with the least damage should be correct.

Whether it was an illusion or not, the entire world seemed to have heard the "Voice of the World" sigh.

He Xi, hearing Lu Qingyang relent, exhaled deeply, then turned and gave Kai Sha a maternal smile.

"Could she have already advanced to Saint Sword Master?" someone boldly speculated, though the guess was utterly shocking.

With such power, they weren't thinking of hunting down the other three factions' adepts—they were thinking of protecting Jing Wu.

Because of the small number of participants, this session's entrance trial combat used only the central arena. But Yao Beibei didn't care—she only needed to remember her two opponents and Bai Ziming's two opponents.

"Oh my god! Ziyan, you're such a screw-up!" Feiyang completely broke down—a great, exalted phoenix was a natural-born idiot when it came to directions? Who knew if her ancestors, upon hearing this, would rage so hard they'd burn to death and then resurrect again?

It hadn't stopped—the melted blood slowly began to flow along the sword marks An Ran had previously carved into the ground.

After careful thought, since he needed a temporary place to stay anyway, he chose this spot as his temporary base.

"You can't match her," Han Feng said firmly, yet still couldn't suppress his worry—if they fought openly, An Xiang'er could never touch Jin Yunmo by even a hair's breadth, but if she resorted to underhanded tactics, Han Feng feared Jin Yunmo might get hurt.

"It's my uncle's eldest son, Li Xiangtian," he added, then glanced at Zhong Shan with a slightly embarrassed expression.

In the blink of an eye, he killed one fifth-rank insect and seven fourth-rank insects; yet the old man merely brushed his sleeve lightly, as if shaking off a speck of dust.

"Get out!" Duanmu Hao's voice carried a cruel edge; An Xiang'er froze, dared not utter another word, and left.

"Just landed, heard you were hospitalized after a car accident, so I stopped by." Shen Yuan set down the iris flowers in her hand.

Su Quan, hearing there'd be a fight, quickly slung both loads of wedding gifts onto his shoulders and stepped forward—he was shrewd, worried that if a brawl broke out, the gifts might be neglected, so he placed them beside Wu Song for safety.