Chapter 366: Heaven Does Not Aid Me—Can I Endure?

As the Yinming Immortal Qin Mu appeared, he first sought Zheng Fa; unable to find Zheng Fa, his confidence surged.

His obvious change in expression left Chengkong Shangren puzzled—why was this man so fearful of Zheng Fa?

But the Yinming Immortal Qin Mu clearly had no intention of explaining.

Qin Mu hovered in the clouds, the sea wind behind him whipping up his robes and hair, just like the spiritual energy on his body, restless and undulating.

Clearly, the great battle days ago had left him

The precipitous drop in treatment he'd received these past few days made him feel wronged; he wanted to complain, yet he never even got a glimpse of the Emperor.

Ye Feng didn't waste words with Chen Yuan—he charged straight into the air and punched Chen the Old Dog right in the face.

The fire cloud took on an eerie emerald green, as if the flames within carried terrible toxicity.

Regardless, those two billion U. . dollars—equivalent to over ten billion Chinese yuan—must not fall into the hands of the Chinese government; this was Sam's top priority to stop; to achieve it, he could no longer maintain his disguise and had to abandon his friendship with Zhang Peng.

Whether ordinary soldiers or their horses, all were in chaos, men falling, horses neighing, cries of alarm erupting.

The elderly man with silver hair had clearly seen great storms; he did not react with excitement at Lu Yao's words, "Whatever you have, I'll take it all."

It's no wonder He Dapao had a fiery temper—his name itself carried fire attributes; moreover, there was even the implication of a cannon barrel.

All four previous Medical Saints had used silver needles to treat illness; everyone had seen it, so Luo Fu could not have missed it.

Lu Yao herself seemed surprised that the usually domineering big cat would be so obedient, as if she could knead and squeeze him however she pleased.

He had just spat blood—how could he endure without food? Lin the Manager wanted to urge him again, but seeing the Emperor's firm resolve, he said nothing more.

Lin Cha was also playing with her phone; seeing his smile, she unconsciously smiled back and immediately replied to his message.

After washing her hair and drying it, the short strands lay softly over her forehead; under the warm orange indoor light, she looked gentle and calm.

You've already deceived the Jiang family, yet still expect the Jiang family to help you—you treat the Jiang family as fools, treat everyone as fools; it's a world of only fools.

The atmosphere inside the private room turned strange; Deng Jie and Yin Xiaoru exchanged glances and fell silent.

In the boxing gym, Qi Fenglin saw Yan Cheng's fist strike his face without mercy, and immediately screamed in agony.

The chance of a reshoot is low, but with Wei Xiao's scandals swirling, how well this movie will do at the box office is truly uncertain.

There are three teams total; besides the three captains, each team's other four members include KPL professional players, game streamers, and two randomly selected on the spot—meaning you might unluckily draw two teammates who've never even touched a game.

Perhaps because her mind was burdened, she slept uneasily during this half-hour, plagued by bizarre dreams: sometimes dreaming of Wei Qingwan weeping bitterly, sometimes dreaming of herself dead, drifting aimlessly, sometimes dreaming of beating Wei Qinghuai—making Qin Jinyu feel more exhausted the more she slept.

Su Wushuang stood before the conference room, watching the occupancy rate and revenue figures on the screen climb steadily—but slowly; Su Wushuang stared at the numbers, trembling with tension; Ai Li arrived with Jack, stared at the screen, and began to sweat.

—Not bad, judging by the gameplay: Ake and Guiguzi coordinate seamlessly; their positioning and tactical awareness are top-tier, no weaker than Han Xiuxiu and the others; the mage Chang'e hasn't shown off yet, so her skill level remains unclear; Xiao Yichen is either Xiang Yu or Chang'e.

Then, the spirit of Qingxing Deng drifted over, extending both hands—one gripping Asdis, the other gripping Su Yuan—while the orb, forged from the soul-essence of tens of millions of the dead, floated between the three.