Chapter 843: One Hundred and Ninety, Sick Companions Help Each Other

One Hundred and Ninety, Sick Companions Help Each Other

The old Daoist accumulates not a single bit of yin virtue.

Ouyang Rong’s lips twitched slightly.

He no longer knew how to reply to Sun the Daoist.

Inside and outside the black water curtain door, a brief silence fell.

Only from the adjacent Bing-character-sized cell came the faint rustling of the sickly youth eating, echoing near the door.

In truth, Ouyang Rong had stopped wanting to ask Sun the Daoist about this xiao ke disease.

Tonight I came to ask

The old Daoist accumulates not a single bit of yin virtue.

Ouyang Rong’s lips twitched slightly.

He no longer knew how to reply to Sun the Daoist.

Inside and outside the black water curtain door, a brief silence fell.

Only from the adjacent Bing-character-sized cell came the faint rustling of the sickly youth eating, echoing near the door.

In truth, Ouyang Rong had stopped wanting to ask Sun the Daoist about this xiao ke disease.

Tonight I came to ask

Tang Tian was blasted off the training platform by the Shaking Mountain force, and two Hundred Meridian Masters were shoved back several steps.

“...” The Captain fell silent; he couldn’t directly tell Xu Fei that from there, one might see the distant artillery positions.

“Su Daoxing, I won’t be able to travel with you once we reach Yunlan City,” Yue Tianwu said inside the carriage, her breath fragrant, to Su Daoxing, who had been meditating cross-legged for half a month.

After passing through a thicket, there was a sheer drop ahead, with a gentle slope above and rolling hills on both sides. Beyond the slope, several hundred meters away, lay the helicopter landing zone; according to the Caterpillar Recon’s report, this route should be perfectly safe.

From start to finish, Shangguan Lanjia never glanced at her; the more deliberately she radiated beauty, the less it entered his eyes.

“Alright, if there’s no problem, why worry?” Mu Yang had already opened the control room’s power gate and turned the lever. With a deafening roar, the entire Ferris wheel began to turn, impossibly slow.

Aunt Yun saw her expression and knew the memory stimulation method had worked, so she shoved more photos into her hands.

Kitano Tsuneyuki raised his cup, spoke a few polite phrases, ate a few pieces of Chinese-style flatbread wrapped in roasted meat, then excused himself and left first.

Gong Xi frowned; she had unconsciously followed their gaze and only then noticed the image on the silver screen.

But the void itself, capable of bearing this energy, possesses absolute stability far exceeding that of all worlds within it—so not every system has the potential to take root in the void.

Li Wei and the others stared fixedly at the scene, eyes wide; Jiang Fei and Huang Tingting nearby were also utterly stunned, clearly finding it unbelievable.

By connecting his roots to his body and forcibly communing with the ancient tree through spiritual force, the Grand Priest’s body was rapidly drained, forcing him to remain confined within this treehouse, unable to leave even a step—he had little strength left to venture out often.

“Not enough energy—everyone, come!” Titan churned his hands violently around, and all eight-armed demons, like falling into a vortex, surged toward the center.

Desperate to save a life, Xu Banxia, upon hearing the strange sounds behind the door, grew frantic and kicked the door with all his might; the metal door, struck by his furious kick infused with Starlight Fire, cracked open a gap—whereupon a white light instantly filled the gap.

Xu Jing returned to work at two in the afternoon; the patients still flooded in, and she worked nonstop until quitting time, when she stepped out of the hospital gate—only to see Xia Chen’s car and him himself far off in her line of sight.

Thus, Ning Yan took over the Ning Affairs Management Office; this vast commercial world, from now on, would be governed by Ning Yan’s will.

And by normal human logic, if one has already bought such an expensive villa, the interior decoration would naturally be more grand and sophisticated.

“Soul, return!” Yang Xuan and the others raised their soul-recalling banners and shouted along with Qin Wang.

The Intelligent Machine Realm showed not a trace of its former war; the death of the Intelligent Machine King brought no fire to the nation, but instead forged a harmonious coexistence between humans and the Intelligent Machine race—for ordinary citizens loved peace, and beyond differing appearances, they had no real differences.