Chapter 803

One Hundred and Forty-Eight: The Strange Gate

Ouyang Rong stood between the Ren-character-sized cell and the Gui-character-sized cell, lost in silent thought, when food boxes began emerging one by one from the black water-curtain doors on either side of the corridor ahead.

Each emerged at a different speed.

He shook off his daze and stepped forward to collect each food box.

Eight food boxes in total, returned to the corridor, came from the eight cells labeled “Bing, Ding, Wu, Ji, Geng, Xin, Ren, Gui.”

As Ouyang Rong gathered them, he silently observed his surroundings.

He carefully took note of

Ouyang Rong stood between the Ren-character-sized cell and the Gui-character-sized cell, lost in silent thought, when food boxes began emerging one by one from the black water-curtain doors on either side of the corridor ahead.

Each emerged at a different speed.

He shook off his daze and stepped forward to collect each food box.

Eight food boxes in total, returned to the corridor, came from the eight cells labeled “Bing, Ding, Wu, Ji, Geng, Xin, Ren, Gui.”

As Ouyang Rong gathered them, he silently observed his surroundings.

He carefully took note of

Qi Qing’er turned to look at Prince Qi; her deep, unfathomable eyes reflected the flickering candlelight, yet she felt as if something lay between them—something she could not name.

Xu Kaifeng, who had been shouting that the house was his, was eventually persuaded by Ruo He to leave his own home.

The first location was naturally plagued by rampant demonic activity; large waves of demonic beasts frequently appeared. Now, not only animals but even plants had been corrupted.

Though they had once been infatuated with Nangong Li’s beauty, at some point that infatuation turned into a quiet desire to treat her well, without expecting anything in return.

The imperial physician was meant to treat the royal household; it was not unreasonable for Gao Jingwen to request the physician examine Qi Qing’er.

“Uh…” As Dao Tianzun’s figure vanished, the door suddenly opened from outside—it was Han Yuxuan.

He did not press her for an answer; her expression was enough. He could not push too hard—doing so would backfire.

“Jiang Qing, Xue Feng, you two initiate the team fight immediately—no hesitation.” At mid-lane, Su Chen spoke in a low voice. In early-game Baotuantuijin , hesitation was the worst sin; if the team fight wasn’t launched decisively, it would waste early lane advantages and slow the pace, letting the enemy enter their power spike.

He held a heavy tray; after receiving Qi Qing’er’s approving glance, he lifted the cloth and entered the prison.

The director seemed to hear this and immediately replayed the first blood footage, zooming in on Lulu at mid-lane. Indeed, when the top lane erupted in combat, Lulu had abandoned last-hitting to rush upward, while Card Master continued slowly farming.

Yet he knew both his sons likely assumed he was punishing the poisoner—this matter could never be explained.

Manager Li froze, his gaze slowly shifting to Feng Wanli beside him. He lunged forward, arms outstretched like a giant eagle spreading its wings, desperate to cling to Feng Wanli’s legs and beg for mercy.

At the same time, gray light landed heavily opposite Yan Chixia, revealing a short, round fat man before them.

No matter her origins, the fact that Yi Wang carried her into the mansion and asked for food on her behalf showed how favored she was.

Hearing this, Yan Chixia was stunned. He knew Feng Wanli’s strength well—but now Feng Wanli could not even resist the aura of that demon. The creature’s power must be terrifying indeed.

The moment they returned to their courtyard, Xun Muyang sensed something different: the flowers and plants had been replaced with vivid peonies and tree peonies, emitting a strong fragrance; the lanterns beneath the eaves now bore red silk shades, radiating festive cheer.

“No, Ji Nei can take Tomas and the others. We have Super Saiyan transformations—if we need them later, we’ll be ready.” Badak considered more carefully and stopped the impulsive Karifura.

Using the shock from the car striking the barrier and the water’s surface as cover, Zola freed his upper body and grabbed the rear section of the Gaus Rifle.

Seeing this, Feng Wanli’s eyes widened in shock. He immediately commanded the Juque Sword to descend from midair, instantly gathering the Buddha energy of his Golden Immovable Vajra Body, transforming golden Buddha light into a towering Buddha that settled firmly upon him.

Shen Du and his guards still sprinted ahead, doing their utmost to eliminate all sentries along the route before the enemy could raise the alarm.

Agni chose once more to return to human form in her most beautiful guise, wearing the wedding dress I gave her.

If it truly were bloodstains, this room must have witnessed a death—only then could such a bizarre scene exist.

Moreover, as Meng Xiang grew older, she needed to provide him with a good environment; when their father returned, they would live together as a family again. If earning more money was possible, she was willing.

“Lord? Who even knows our lord?” A Zhen’s words left the newly awakened A Qin bewildered again.

Su Yin noticed she seemed unwell and fetched a bag, but her peripheral vision still flickered toward the previous spot.

“Seventh brother, I will never waste this life you’ve saved me twice—not ever.” After a long silence, Bai Tianhao suddenly spoke, his eyes glowing with a light he had never shown before.

Su Yin watched Ning Bocheng’s warm, sturdy arms wrap around Meng Fanxing, her heart aching; she turned away, refusing to look.

Xia Long slowly removed his mask, revealing a face aged and lined with endless weariness. Years without sunlight had turned his skin paper-white, unnervingly pale.

During the day, he passed by me and whispered something only I could hear—he told me to come at night. So I came.

The Hellfire Dragon helplessly flew into the air, circled once, and then produced a second pile of demonic beast dung.

Jiang Yao slept until noon before opening his eyes; though he’d rested long enough, he still felt exhausted.

Xu Batian’s next target was his own guild, Starry Sea; thus, Shangguan Xingchen could not allow Xu Batian to absorb all players of the Tang Empire guild.

Such a fierce army—Lei Hongwu led ten thousand men to slaughter a hundred thousand, leaving not a single armor piece intact. His achievement alone was worthy of pride.

No matter who held power in this world, as long as he did not rebel and managed his affairs well, he would forever enjoy wealth and honor.

“Your Excellency flatters me—I dare not claim credit. Upon returning, I will burn incense and pray, singing your praises.” Zhao Hong bowed deeply, solemnly.

Night Pupil’s effect: Within ten seconds, the user’s eyes turn black, revealing enemy vulnerabilities. The next attack will always be a critical strike. If it hits a vulnerability, an additional 30% damage is applied.

“Even if you don’t say it, I’ll do everything I can to save him. Go below—I’ll go see him.” He ordered Yu Lady.

A sharp sound of flesh being pierced rang out—one of the group was instantly cut in half.

She was pleased with the chaos she’d caused, her toe lightly tapping; her waist-length, black-algae-like curls brushed against her ink-green silk skirt, like a sprite leaping through the forest.

Xu Bingjie prepared to lead everyone to the studio’s observation room for filming; Captain Qiao Jun would no longer wait for him.

Gu Qi stared at Hong Ding; above Hong Ding’s head floated a phantom ancient tripod. He had blocked Gu Qi’s attacks before—back then, to protect the entire upper capital, his power had been scattered and crushed by Gu Qi’s Sun Strike. Now, he wanted to try again—to see if this world’s second-strongest warrior could easily break his defense.

He was already injured, pushed beyond endurance, and had already honored his comrades.