Chapter 145: I Will Wait for Your Triumphant Return

"Now broadcasting an international news item."

Host Li Ruiying and Zhang Hongmin, a classic pairing known for zero errors, saw Li's voice today carry a rare hint of excitement.

"Our country's famous young idol writer, Fang Xinghe, has recently launched an international cultural export tour, sparking sensational reactions in Southeast Asian countries and Japan..."

The screen played some clips Wang Bin had transmitted in advance.

Among them was the grand scene of Vietnamese fans clogging the airport.

The corpses of the Jiaolong side were the most numerous; blood had congealed into ice, and the bloodstained limbs on the vehicle bodies looked like a terrifying paint job.

The two were now less than two feet apart; Yue Wuxin only felt a breath as fragrant as orchids blowing before him, and as his thoughts fluttered, his fingers unconsciously loosened slightly.

Both sides held swords and daggers, facing each other in a standoff; the atmosphere was thick with gunpowder, as if a fight could break out at any moment.

There were faces pressed against faces, there were those forcing Lin Tian to pout and act cute with them, there were those pretending to be fierce and biting his face, and... there were those who, while Lin Tian slept, lay on his chest for a photo with him.

"Woof!" The Doberman barked, then ran toward a corner. In a moment, Lin Tian saw the Doberman running back with a bag of potato chips in its mouth.

"Where did you learn this move? Who taught you?" Su Yanxue pressed, while everyone else looked at Lin Tian with curiosity.

Jiang Zi clenched her fists tightly, her face dark; she gritted her teeth and said that her falling to this state was entirely due to them; fortunately, with Su Nan present, she had escaped disaster, otherwise, she and the others would have perished completely.

Taking a sip of strong tea, the sweet mellow flavor of Longjing lingered in his mouth, dispelling the last trace of sleepiness remaining after waking up.

Hongjun waved his wide sleeves, and instantly the Three Pure Ones felt themselves lifted by a mighty, righteous force; then Hongjun's voice rang in the ears of the three: "Rise! You have suffered much over these countless years." As he spoke, Hongjun sighed slightly.

"Let him go with you all~" Behind Mo Wu Que, space rippled, and an old man stepped out from it.

"Made of glass? Chen Hao, are you telling the truth? Are these all made of glass? Not crystal?" Guo Sen's face lit up with joy, and he called out excitedly.

But just at this moment, a series of thuds came from behind; with a faint "whoosh," as Duan Yuan glanced back briefly, his figure shot forward like lightning, heading straight for the top of the Ba Commandery Inn.

The Ethereal Ghost Body is the most suitable physique for high-level ghost cultivators to seize a body for rebirth, or for high-level existences to descend via a split consciousness to forge powerful avatars; it is transformed from the Ethereal Body.

"I'm sorry, our mountain stronghold does not entertain outsiders." However, Du La Wu ruthlessly rejected Xiao Fei's proposal.

The person in charge of the Yan Luo Zombies was a peak Flying Corpse, equivalent to the peak of the Foundation Establishment realm; at this moment, it blinked its green eyeballs, feeling somewhat uneasy, and looked toward Ghost Ming, seeking a solution.

Fortunately, Jiang Kairan did not interfere too much in the society's affairs, nor did he participate in Shao Zifeng's division of the members into sub-societies; what he cared about was simply training a good team, preferably one he could use for himself in the future.

Hearing their conversation, Xiao Fei and Fatty Big Teeth almost laughed out loud. But fearing she would get angry, they could only endure it bitterly, finding it very painful. Joking with her when no one was around was fine, but laughing now would only add fuel to the fire.

"Within our area of control, no armed conflict is allowed!" Belenko thought not for a moment and said casually; in his understanding, wherever the Soviet army was stationed was within the area of control.

Dean Xing's eyes flashed; he quickly squatted down, gathered the scattered various receipts, and read them one by one. The more he read, the more surprised he became; the more he read, the wider his mouth opened, until finally, it could swallow a donkey's egg.

Chen Hao backed out of the data page, took a deep breath, and based on the difficulty prompt of the mission, the strongest guard before his eyes was definitely no pushover!

Wen Qihang naturally did not stand on ceremony; after opening the bedding on the bed, he kicked off the thousand-layer sole cloth shoes on his feet, rolled over, and dove into the bedding. The entire process was smooth and fluid, and even Tan Fengyi, a martial arts expert, had no time to stop him.