Chapter 687: Those Who Break Through the Formation Together Are Brothers

It was the very same night that Li Lin was killed by Gao Shang.

After nightfall, the Fang family residence threw its doors wide open and hung up two red lanterns. Every prominent merchant and wealthy household in Bianzhou was invited to Fang Chongyong's home as a guest, to attend a banquet.

Although everyone knew that unsolicited kindness harbored either treachery or theft, they still had no choice but to come.

What kind of status did Fang Qing have, to invite the local power brokers of Bianzhou who couldn't even be brought out into the open—could there possibly be anything good from that?

This kind of invitation

"Have you investigated clearly? Slapping a murderer's label on someone at random! Whose gun was it? Whose bullets?" Yue Ying questioned sternly; if the person before her hadn't been a senior inspector, she would have killed him long ago.

Li Erfeng, having received the news, led his subordinate generals out of the city to welcome them, his face bearing both excitement and bewilderment.

"Really? Thank you, thank you so much..." Hearing that Chu Feng was willing to let them stay, the two brawny men were wild with joy, as if they had seen saviors.

Yelu Qi showed no fear, walking step by step toward Zhao Ruchen's direction, the muscles all over his body gradually bulging, and his skin actually becoming covered layer by layer with dense scales. Wisp after wisp of demonic qi seeped forth from his body.

Seeing that Xu Shouguang had put away the Medicine King Cauldron and was no worse for wear, Wang Jian rose to fetch his luggage, exchanged a few parting words with Xu Shouguang, and hastily set off for Xuzhou.

At this moment, Long Xiao struggled to his feet from the side, pressing a hand against his bleeding face as he looked at Liu Xinrou and spoke.

Zhang Dingbian, Lü Zhen, Li Shanchang, and the others stood solemnly at his side. This time, Lan Yu, Xu Da, Chang Yuchun, and the others had not followed him here.

Qin Tian's words fell, and Liu Rou remained impassive. What Qin Tian's attitude toward her was, Liu Rou had long since stopped caring—so long as she could be by Qin Tian's side, that was enough.

In the next second, the black-robed man's body appeared eerily behind Dong Tiancheng and struck out with a palm.

In a mere four minutes, Zhou Ping'an made the qi of life and death bloom like flowers upon a single slender silver needle.

The maids and old serving women in the room all put on bitter faces, half-serious and half-feigned, kneeling on the ground to beg for mercy.

Thinking of those comical scenes, Lin Jiajia pressed mute. Her head was aching right now; she didn't want to deal with her mother's affairs, nor did she want to hear Zhi Yaowei's voice.

Fu Rou was extremely vexed yet couldn't well lose her temper, subconsciously biting her lower lip hard to endure it.

But the two of us hadn't been running for long before we were struck by stones and instantly lost consciousness.

A warm current rose in my heart; I was so moved I wanted to cry, silently repeating that sentence over and over in my mind. By the time I thought to reply to the message, five minutes had already passed.

The ropes binding my hands were tied very tight, and my feet were likewise bound, but nothing was stuffed in my mouth—I could still speak and breathe normally—only Han Zhenhan's neck was still extremely sore and aching even now.

As soon as He Xing released his hand, Li Yun hurriedly sat down beside Lin Jiajia, looking at Lin Jiajia with full of youthful spirit.

Song Qianxiu? I can't get a read on him right now. He's become a bit unfathomable—he actually managed to copy a video that even Jiang Yang hadn't been able to recover.

After the corpse had been slammed down like this five or six times, it no longer dared to move about recklessly, nor did it go attack the Three-Legged Toad anymore; this time, it had truly been scared into submission by the falls.

Since the Seven Star Space had changed when we pressed it together earlier, and the light orbs had also dimmed—whether from without or within, the Seven Star Conjunction was the key to this array—then finding those seven points of light now might be able to dim the orb light completely.

They heard waves of engine roars erupt wildly as a convoy stretching a kilometer long began to move forward.

Suddenly, Mo Xi's phone rang. In this quiet space, the ringtone sounded extremely abrupt and deafening.

Guo Yong had always been devoted to cultivation and rarely left his cultivation quarters, so besides cultivating that sixteen-person organization for Guo Ruo's command, he had also arranged an organization operating behind the scenes exclusively for Guo Yong, tasked with secretly protecting the Thunder Organization.