Chapter 270

"Calculation?"

Sister Zhang actually once worked as a computer.

She immediately understood Zheng Fa's thoughts.

She furrowed her brows, sank into deep thought, and after a moment said: "This requires creating a new circuit within the Shanhe True Form Talisman… I cannot do it; I must ask the Ancestral Master for help."

The Ancestral Master she referred to was the split spirit of the original Ancestral Master, now the Jiushan Ancestral Master.

Hearing this, Zheng Fa felt a surge of relief—Sister Zhang was not speaking lightly.

Many professionals, upon dying in battle, are sent to Luo's Church for burial; it is said they consume the soul crystals left by the bishop to prevent the warriors' souls from being corrupted by evil and to grant them peace.

The Emperor gave no sign for the Empress to rise; the Empress frowned and said tightly: "So you truly listened to her and conspired to frame me?" Her sharp tone made Imperial Consort Xiao flinch and her expression turn unnatural.

Moreover, the Empress's frequent contacts with Jialan Kingdom have yet to be investigated; we cannot rashly punish her.

Four elves with world-class standards, three more whose special techniques rival theirs—roughly equivalent to three or four true world-class elves.

She was terrified; such incidents were not the first time for You Zishi. Last time, she had suddenly collapsed without warning—even worse than this time.

No one might have expected that such a tiger would possess its own thoughts. No! It wasn't that no one thought of it. Some may have already guessed it possessed human intelligence, which is why they crowned it king.

Compared to the peerless beauty of Hu Zhu, this Imperial Consort was hardly even mud—she could only be called a white cloud; beside Hu Zhu's radiant, sunlike beauty, she naturally appeared ordinary.

Just as Ling Zhoutian prepared to knock them all to the ground, he stopped—he had seen the old man from Tongrentang arrive with dozens of others carrying supplies.

Going with the flow is a hallmark of sealing arrays. The seals around Chen Feng were simple, but by adapting to the terrain, their effect was amplified.

Yet Nan Gong Yu still clung to a sliver of hope—he refused to believe he was truly so unlucky as to fall into that grandmother's hands.

Lu You now fixed his gaze on the fast-moving vehicle; the monotonous trees offered no warning to Lao Du and the others.

"Thud-thud-thud" footsteps echoed in the cave, the silence making them unnervingly clear.

Had it not been for Xue Lingtian's and Chu Mo's interference, Long Zhan would have risked being expelled from the Mercenary City to prevent the killer of Kui Xiong from vanishing before his eyes.

At that moment, Luo Jianguo, having finished the TV interview, walked over, followed by several leaders from the Industry and Commerce Bureau.

The director was a fat man, seemingly over forty, with a slick, shiny bald head, sitting at his computer staring at something. Seeing Lei Chen, he exclaimed, "Oh!" and hurried over.

Hearing Dong Fang's mocking words, those around him also showed disdain; in their eyes, Jiang Chuan was just an ordinary man—how could he possibly rival Dong Fang?

Meng Qi muttered under his breath, having no idea at all where this path might lead.

Yet, perhaps because his mouth had been so foul earlier, in the resource chain game that followed, he didn't win once.

Jiang Chuan sat on the black-clad man's back, one hand gripping his wrists, the other pulling down his pants.

The Lu family elders kept signaling, hoping Song Hu and the others would say what they wanted to hear—but unfortunately, what Song Hu and the others said next made the Lu family elders' faces darken.

For Lu Youming's violation of ancestral teachings, the King of Liu had only one explanation: he wanted to cure himself, even at the cost of a bad reputation. He had to admit, deep down, he felt a sweet satisfaction—all his previous suspicions had been shattered.