Chapter 109: Netizens Went Wild, the Northwest Wolf Got Scammed

Seeing Wang Tu's expression, Ke Te snorted and left the private room with the two councilors.

"A spell to return one's body to the past? When did you come up with something like this?" The Ghost Saint's expression turned solemn as he asked slowly.

Chen Yao, standing behind Shu Ya, felt immense psychological pressure, but finally he was the first to speak.

After hesitating, Mu Ya nodded again; Luo Tian knew he had finally caught a glimpse of Feng Zhenren's trail.

Sun Xiao Rou stood at the gate greeting students, now dressed in a long pink wool coat that suited her perfectly; she welcomed each student with a bright, joyful smile.

Lin Mu stared blankly at the figure approaching step by step, tears falling like broken pearls, large and heavy.

When Zhou Xiang Yu learned of Xiang Zhongfa's arrest, he immediately organized personnel for rescue. But soon after the comrades were dispatched, they returned reporting that Xiang Zhongfa had defected.

Facing the slashing blade intent hurtling toward him, Ji You, remaining calm, shed his earlier shock and fear, his face turning utterly cold and composed.

Tang Yan, awakened, quickly came to full awareness. In the dim light, we both immediately suppressed our qi and got off the bed together.

After walking about twenty minutes, I saw the graveyard ahead—over a dozen large pits had already been dug, silently awaiting their masters.

The entire Navy Headquarters became a realm of lightning; countless dense, powerful lightning columns rained down from the sky, punishing mortals. On the square, a boy wearing a straw hat ran frantically, exploiting the lack of obstruction to draw ever closer to the high wall.

Yet after speaking, Yi Xian sighed again—a faint sigh, yet born from the depths of his heart; the others were again puzzled.

After their previous failed siege, the Jinglan Empire retreated back into the forest where they had first set up camp.

Fine, it's decided—what's a plunder value? I'll just work harder later; plunder values will come eventually.

When Qing Song mentioned Qing Mu, his eyes blazed with fury; he had already warned Qing Mu when he arrived, but Qing Mu refused to listen no matter what.

"You want to deprive me of the chance to pass messages to the border?" Mei Qingmu smiled lightly at Yi Shuihan.

"The Fourth Senior Uncle learned of it and wants to mass-produce this Bone-Washing Pill, saying it can quickly make up for the losses of the past decade," Xun You said, shrugging as he observed the solemn atmosphere around him.

Ling Xuan'er said the Ling Clan revered her, her imperial father and mother doted on her especially, and she couldn't leave the clan until she turned fourteen.

"New idea? What idea?" Xun You's attention snapped to Yi Shuihan as he turned to look at him.

The Old Witch of Mount Tian walked over from afar, watching Gu Shaoyu's diligent cultivation; she silently thought her junior brother had not chosen wrongly—this boy possessed extraordinary talent, noble bearing, and complete wisdom, sufficient to become the next master of the Xiao Yao Sect.

As Long Tian was lost in thought, his nerves suddenly twitched—someone was tracking him! That was Long Tian's first impression.

Xiao Xianzi wanted to lean closer to look, but no matter how many steps she took, she remained in place. Lin Hai, meanwhile, stopped paying attention to Ru Hua and the others, instead scanning the surroundings, muttering to himself.

But as an official, there would be special privileges, so there was essentially no work—perfect for using this time to study in peace.

"Respected guest 'Men,' please follow me," Rao said, crossing his cane and pointing westward; his wrinkled face revealed no trace of emotion.

I didn't know how long it took me to fall asleep; when I was woken, I still felt no clarity at all.

At this moment, she sat beside Chen Feng's "bed" with Duanmu Jie and Wu Yue, staring dully at Chen Feng, who looked as if he were peacefully asleep.

Fu Tianze stroked her head, his expression unusually gentle—but Jian Ning couldn't help feeling uneasy; how could she possibly leave her mother in the care of a demon?

Below, the crowd had dwindled by more than half; many had pushed too hard, damaging their foundations, and now gazed upward at the heroes in the void.

Now, facing the formidable enemy "Young Master Shen," the Mad Daoist referred to himself as "this humble priest," revealing the depth of his regard for Young Master Shen.

Looking at Shen's mother, Long Tian suddenly felt as if he'd been tricked. Shen's mother had seemingly planned from the start to lure Long Tian and the others into her trap; from their very first exchange, she had already devised how to make Long Tian agree to her terms.

She would carve out her own path; she would never give Ruan Siyu another chance to mock or crush her.

Xi Cen could still smell the faint saltiness of the youth's sweat on his skin, still feel the warmth of his breath against his ear; despite his lifelong aversion to dirt, for the first time he didn't despise the scent—he even found himself reluctant to let it go.

Qi Bei finished speaking and sprinted out of the hotel room, luckily before Lin Chengsen could utter that sentence.

The sequence of actions lasted only a few seconds, but to me it felt endless. I waited like a condemned criminal, trembling with dread.

Yet the greatest challenge was still that time I received the trial notification and had to type on my phone in the hospital.

Gu Yejin finally realized he hadn't invited Editor Qi Chen since he entered; he cleared the cat toys off the sofa: "The house is a mess—I'm packing, and these two cats have been mischievous all along."

Gu Yejin looked at his phone and truly felt he should've listened to Dong Zhiye, taken that Quick-Heart Pill from him.

An old village woman rushed into my farm, saying several trucks had stopped at the village entrance and someone was handing out eggs, calling for the women working on my farm to bring buckets and collect eggs at home.

The face, nine-tenths identical to Gong Jue's, radiated an utterly different aura.

"By the way, you got married, kept it so secret—you still haven't revealed your wife's identity to us! How mysterious!" Bai Cheng changed the subject to mask his inner unease.