Chapter 279: Be a God

"Elder Hou?"

The moment he hung up the phone, Zheng Fa saw Elder Hou running toward him.

In his hand he carried a stalk of rice, the panicle reaching up to his shoulder, and as he ran the grains thumped one by one against his smiling face.

Zheng Fa understood at once what he was about to say.

"It worked?"

Elder Hou nodded and handed the rice stalk to Zheng Fa.

Zheng Fa took it and held it up to look.

Elder Hou's idea was to use the nursing home

Chen Xi sat to one side, resting her chin on one hand, staring blankly at the ground beneath her feet in the dim glow of the streetlamp.

Just what sort of creature was a Bird Bear? A demon beast? The question surfaced once again in Long Yanhua's mind.

Li Haolong smiled faintly and said, "Then if I'm not mistaken, you don't call yourselves the Gathering Righteousness Gang anymore either, do you? And the brothers under you aren't just forty — I'd say it should be four hundred, right?"

"The tomb mansion is open! I can see the cave entrance, it's right here!" Some talented brother suddenly shouted at that moment.

The strange egg had clearly defined patterns, bearing some resemblance to the strange egg of a Chaotic Ghost Fetus, yet also some differences — a feeling that was hard to put into words.

"Brother Wuhui, your September Sword grows more and more skillful with use — even sharper than this intermediary of mine." Qiqi was no fool; she cleverly dissolved the awkward situation.

Looking at this frame, though sixteen years old and not short — should be about one meter seventy — every bit of flesh and bone on him added up to barely a hundred jin, terribly thin and frail.

How could she have turned into a monster? Ningxiang stared at Weiyang in terror, not knowing why, but after Weiyang said those words, she suddenly felt as if a great hole had been stabbed open in her chest. Yet she felt no pain at all, only a sense of dread and terror.

That sword thrust into its brow was like a thunderous peal of heaven-shaking sound, passing from the sword tip into its skull, so that within its head it was as if lightning had exploded — only then would that dizzy, muddled feeling appear.

He waved back behind him, grabbed his suitcase, and walked toward the parking lot, leaving behind only a dashing figure of a back.

Besides, the male god's enemies — she had to find a way to avenge him too; she couldn't just wait for the male god to act himself.

Most people actually have a herd mentality; egged on by others, they will sometimes even do things they clearly know they don't like.

Dai Yiman couldn't keep her balance on one foot, so she had to press her other hand against the white porcelain wall beside her. The cool, smooth touch of the tiles traveled to her hand, while beneath her feet a pair of magical hands gently pressed against her skin.

The body of the Po Yan Demon was not large; under the burning of the blue flames it had already become a pile of withered black charcoal. Zhang Lin lightly nudged it with his foot, and it instantly crumbled into a heap of fragments.

"Awake? Is there anywhere that feels uncomfortable?" The moment Mirui saw Lin Lin open her eyes, she hurried over.

Dai Yiman walked forward while occasionally turning back to look at Xu Tianci, deliberately widening the distance between them.

In a situation where his Force was completely exhausted, Zhang Lin simply could not mobilize his Force armor to protect himself; he could only take the beating.

And in her past life, she only figured it out later — Jiang He must have liked Ye Yan, but before he could launch his offensive, Ye Yan had already turned into a zombie.

Zhao Guanshan was already wearing a bamboo hat, and after buying a horse from a horse trader nearby, with a simple outfit he actually looked somewhat like a salt merchant.

Jiang Nan raised his eyes to look at the spot Zhou Weiguo was pointing to, his expression unchanged — sure enough, just as he had thought.

Ge Qi only felt that she hadn't checked the almanac before going out today; otherwise, how could she have run into so many unreasonable people?

Ning Jingchen did not look at her, but let his gaze fall upon Qi Ruyan, the true culprit. Between his dashing brows a hint of helplessness gradually gathered.

Huang Yichen couldn't be bothered to make small talk with Ning Jingchen; he only knew that being sealed up felt unbearable — if the hex really wasn't broken soon, he was going to be stifled to death.