Chapter 291: New Jiushan, New Atmosphere

Still, gotta clean it up—hard work and frugality, after all. Zhuo Yuan suddenly stopped sweeping; beneath the stands' chairs, a white phone lay quietly.

"Just say sorry and that's it? You chased away my sixteen tables of customers, damaged so many cues and tables, scared all of us, and cost us so many dog appearance fees…"

"You already brushed your teeth—what's there to eat? Hand it over. Don't let this guy talk you into eating your chocolate late at night." Qin Shijia gave Zhuo Yuan a side-eye.

Syndra cast her Q, and Meiko instantly activated his second ultimate, dodging Syndra's ball again. Then he pressed E.

Their stamina and speed were utterly inadequate before their teammates; only their ball skills barely passed muster.

The magic artifact was good, but the rugged-looking man wasn't satisfied—he looked puzzled and annoyed.

Jack shook his head, tapped lightly on the console, and the iron door of the control room clicked open.

I knew my current miseries all came from this bastard, and it made me furious—I roared and fought him like a madman.

Seeing this, other factions all looked eager, secretly calculating whether their wealth could secure this final climax item.

He knew that once the jungler reached his ultimate, he would likely come over. At this point, the mantis was already level six.

A divine physician with the power to revive the dead would never prescribe the wrong medicine. I had no grudge against Aunt Zhao, so I had no reason to harm her. Everyone could see Aunt Zhao's death had nothing to do with the physician.

Cheng Chumo, hearing Li Er was off to treat Wang Xinxin, bowed and hurried out of the palace to inform his father and Qin Qiong.

Now, the Purple Palace hovered above the Kunlun Immortal Alliance, and Li Guo stood atop its gate, holding the Alliance's yellow scroll in thought.

As for the survivor he wanted to extract information from, Liu Zi had encountered him on a road several hundred meters from Hatu Village. At that time, the survivor was just returning home to fetch something. His house was in the neighboring village, already thoroughly cleared.

Students who exercised in the morning saw Ye Di and Liu Qingyue appear together again—they were used to it. Some pairs jogging nearby gossiped whether the two were already a couple.

Lu Ping's heart raced abnormally; he covered his head with the quilt, unable to see what was happening, assuming the guards had already entered.

Feeling the sword rainbow's power, the descending figure dared not underestimate it—he drew a pitch-black demonic blade, slashed downward, and a massive blade aura wreathed in black demonic flame met the white sword rainbow.

The exploding black mist curled downward, transforming into a cage that enclosed the figure below, Li Yang.

Just like the young master before us—his rapid technique likely wasn't due to any powerful scripture, but merely pure, extreme speed training.

In truth, not just Ye Haochuan—even Ye Hao and Yang Sen were stunned by Long Yin's words. Ye Hao had once invited Long Yin to become an Elder of Xuan Men.

Qian Ling Bird's eyes turned sorrowful; it shook its head, looking as if to say, "I can't sense the demon sword's presence—I'm heartbroken too."

After speaking, Dabu Shuiyun turned, leaned against the wall, and wept. Tuoba Jie felt he'd been rude just now, and apologized: "I'm sorry, Miss Shuiyun." He gently extended a handkerchief.

Yan Zhen heard this, glanced at the burning man—who clearly couldn't last long—and suddenly channeled magic power into Da Xie Wang, simultaneously activating the Water Emperor Sword Dao. Instantly, torrents of water surged toward the burning man.

By now, Wu's massive army pressed forward; Luoyang was no longer defensible. Even the most optimistic knew Liang's fall was imminent.

"Let's go eat." Lin Yi brushed a strand of hair from her cheek with one hand.

The hidden Hei He and Nicolas Cage no longer drooled " Didi "; they listened to Lina with serious expressions.

"Thank you." The scarred man glanced at the direction Lin Yi pointed, then at Lin Yi, and dashed right.

Time passed; Jialan's grand sweep neared the inner nebula. The blazing purple radiance from Yan Yang drew many eyes. Curious parties abounded; several starships circled upward to investigate. One sharp-eyed or specially skilled observer spotted a flash of golden light within the half-vertical purple glow near Yan Yang—no need to speculate: it was a rare treasure. They rejoiced wildly.

"Laugh… reclaim every shred of dignity lost back then!" Lin Ziping sneered.

I smoothed my wrinkled clothes, planning to return to the private room and rest—after all, I hadn't had a moment's peace while entertaining that Chen Jiaolu.

"Sir, is what he said true? Even if Father recovers, the best case is he'll spend the rest of his life in bed?" Su Hong'an didn't believe Lin Jie, but Lin Jie's two prior points already proved his medical skill wasn't ordinary—he had to be certain.

"I'm Wang Yongyuan of the Wang family…" Wang Yongyuan gave a brief self-introduction, assuming the other already knew his identity.

Even though Yang Zhong wore a snake-scale armor impervious to bullets, the immense impact felt like repeated heavy punches to his body—like wearing a bulletproof vest and taking multiple shots: one or two might be fine, but too many would cause injury, even internal rupture and fatal hemorrhage.

Chen Yuxiu thought a moment, deciding to price the Zhongsheng Pill at ten yuan each—decent enough. Though even a hundred yuan per pill would still find buyers, this price better suited Dong Dazhi's wishes.

Zhao Dongzi's face broke into a faint smile. Before her words ended, a purple lightning bolt struck each of the demon warrior figures with a "boom."

"Karma? Ha! Let karma strike those blood-soaked bastards!" As Luo Mingjun spoke, his right hand flipped—grasping, pinching, clutching, hooking, squeezing—five techniques in rapid succession, all aimed at seizing the staff. His left hand subtly slipped into his waist sash, as if reaching for something.