Chapter 84: A Hit Upon Launch

"The helicopter formation reports that the ghosts are currently conducting a large-scale retreat. As for the specific situation, they don't know either!" Xiong Chuanbin turned his head and looked at Su Zijun to answer.

Trembling all over with anger, when Zhou Haochuan’s face, which had been knocked to the side, turned back, another punch smashed into it.

Her feelings for him were probably stored up from that time; observing her every day, he finally had a chance to speak to her.

"Uncle Shi, this is not the way to buy toys!" Mu Chen looked at the street scene, which was moving further and further away from the bustling area, and asked in confusion.

"They are in the main hall. The Master is keeping company with this Eldest Prince of the Desert North in the main hall," the butler said.

It was already late at night. There was no one in the long corridor, only the sound of their footsteps traveling from one end to the other, appearing somewhat deep and secluded.

Yun Qi looked at his master, who was immersed in his own thoughts, instructed Ying Ge to go to the Prince's Mansion to receive punishment after Zhou Anzhi woke up, and then walked to the side, not wanting to disturb Yu Yian.

The next day, when Zhou Anzhi woke up, Yu Yixuan had already left. Zhou Anzhi had nowhere to vent her anger, and she felt terrible all morning, her temper also very fiery. Seeing this, Yu Yian assumed she was still angry with him, but he couldn't bring himself to beg for her forgiveness, and in the end, he walked away, leaving the matter unresolved.

Hearing that his boss was giving him another chance, Tie Qingshan guaranteed with a serious expression, and then returned to his blacksmith shop.

It remained on the charts for nine consecutive weeks. Although it fell to 94th place when the charts were released on Thursday of the ninth week, this song had stayed on the Billboard for more than two months, truly possessing tenacious vitality.

After all, he had seen a member of the Demon race directly cripple a Human race late-stage Spirit-Gathering cultivator with a single punch.

The next day, Shen Yi came to the mission release center of the Qingxuan Sect. This place was already overcrowded and extremely lively; it seemed the outer sect disciples were already aware of the news that the secret realm would open in three months.

He looked good—handsome and sunny, fond of wearing sunglasses, a white shirt, and a body with charming muscles.

With a casual wave, he could pin the Zhao family ancestor, who was at the perfection of the Spirit-Gathering stage and had fused with an evil spirit, to the spot, unable to move a single inch.

A distance of more than thirty kilometers was enough for Lin Xiao to prepare. With spiritual sense, his ability to survive and collect information was greatly improved.

Looking at Da Jiao, whose muscles were bulging all over, Yu Ren patted his shoulder with satisfaction, as if he had found his organization.

If there were no major accidents, the battle here would eventually be won by the Shield Heavenly Fire God General and the Bow Heavenly Fire God General.

Because in its perception, Tam’s own energy level and body genes had not changed.

However, this time, Lin Xiaojin did not let it go easily. He picked up Huo Ziming’s hidden card and looked at it carefully. However, after looking for a long time, he couldn't see anything special. That hidden card looked like an ordinary playing card no matter how he looked at it.

"Don't they know? Once they unite with me in Yin-Yang, they will remain in the Intent Realm forever and will never be able to return to the human world." Zhu Nong did not expect Wang Nana and Xia Rong to be able to come here and sacrifice themselves for him.

When the people from the Seventh Middle School heard this, they immediately believed it and swarmed over like fierce seafood. They all wanted to take this opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

The access card and student ID were both hard plastic cards, so Lin Xiaojin didn't pay attention for a moment. Therefore, the access card and student ID were both stuffed into the duty nurse's pocket by Lin Xiaojin.

The night before the three-day appointment, they were still full of delicious food, and there was still some time before rest. Yan Shicuo, Lanting, and Jueshui sat side by side, with the young man sitting between the two, touching the left side for a while and the right side for a while, playing happily.

Her face was always filled with a faint smile, and the joy in her heart had never ceased.

After lecturing Qian Jin, Chen Xuanwu’s face immediately showed a look of great interest, but everyone looked at Chen Xuanwu with vigilance.

"Don't rely on your nimble legs to just occupy the favorable terrain; you're blocking me too," another soldier with an injured leg said.

With a loud bang, in the iron cage in front, a huge, hooked sharp claw had already grabbed onto the iron bars, the sharp blade of the claw shining with a dark luster under the reflection of the firelight.

Lin Xiaojin declined: "No need. Take the money out first. The market waits for no one. If we miss the 'highest price,' it won't be interesting." In fact, Lin Xiaojin was in a hurry to arrange everything in just ten minutes.

The abilities possessed by Nascent Soul stage cultivators are even more unfathomable. At this realm, one can truly kill with a single glance.

"How can he be so strong?" the Swan tribe's Weinai said in astonishment. As things stood, she felt fortunate that she had fought Lin Yu; perhaps because she was as beautiful as a flower and a city-toppling beauty, Lin Yu had held back when he struck, otherwise, if she had ended up like Obu, she would really have no reason to live.

They were not relatives, but fate had bound them tightly together. This kind of emotion might be closer than that of relatives.

Obviously, the four forms Li Shan unleashed were far superior to that phantom in both intent, form, and momentum. It could be said to be a second-kill, so he quietly waited for the verdict of that voice.

Lin Yu’s mind was muddled, as if it were about to explode. Approaching the truth step by step, he began to feel confused again. Perhaps the matter was too shocking, and his subconscious self-preservation instinct made him not want to touch that kind of thing right now.

As he spoke, Lei’s right arm began to exert force, pinching his throat. Obviously, Lei’s recovery ability was taking effect; the injuries on his body were recovering rapidly, and his strength was gradually returning.

However, Wang Zhihuo probably had no time to care about the current situation, because a Raptor Warrior had just killed his way in front of him.

This kind of smile was not very comfortable; Lady Feng only felt a chill rushing from her spine to her forehead.

Yao Ziying also knew very well that the current Yao family was in imminent danger. Once a war started, enemies from all directions would come. The current layout of the Yao family simply could not withstand it, and Yao Zijin was not in the city; the backbone was gone. If this matter were to be widely publicized, the consequences could be imagined.