Chapter 413: Let Off a Big Firecracker

Arrived above the stage.

Fan Bingbing, having shed the confident air he displayed offstage, humbly clasped his hands toward all sides in gratitude.

And at this moment.

The award presenter stepped forward from the side.

Tian Liang, a diving prodigy who had recently retired, smiled shyly; Lin Xinru, wearing a floral strap dress, hesitated in her steps—her smile mirrored precisely the expression Zhou Xun had just worn.

Especially when they saw Tian Liang rush forward to take the heart-shaped trophy.

In the blink of an eye, the Zhen Tian Qi shot straight onto the Witch-Eye Spider—swoosh—the Witch-Eye Spider was blasted away again, instantly falling into the Ghost Blood Cauldron; this time, it did not emerge immediately, and Li Yu waited a full half-hour before the Witch-Eye Spider slowly crawled out of the Ghost Blood Cauldron again.

But this older brother pulled his face down—his face was already long, and now it turned into a donkey’s face: “Young brother, I gave it to you because we’re fated to meet. If you mention money again, I’ll get mad.” He spoke with an angry expression.

“By the way, I forgot to tell you—the path to the ancient tomb must pass below. If you’re late, Da Zhuang’s life…” Lü Liu grinned slyly.

Only the One Leaf Mercenary Guild and the Death Temple deep in the Shen Yuan Marsh can truly remain calm.

As soon as I finished speaking, Sophie’s eyes instantly brightened, and then—Sophie threw herself into my arms without hesitation, pressing her crimson lips against mine once more.

Seeing his master agree, Wu Qing Lao Zu felt a surge of joy; though his own cultivation had reached the False Heavenly God Realm, his master had already attained the Heavenly God Realm.

But strangely, these cursed corpses did not bleed—they oozed a thick white fluid, and the air reeked of a pungent, foul stench.

As if hearing Yelü Yun’s words, the Demon Breath Eye suddenly trembled violently; the entire lake rippled in response, as if a tremendous force was gathering within.

The person sharing the bed was our class monitor, currently sleeping under the covers. Hearing us enter, she poked her head out from beneath the blankets.

Don’t blame me for writing slowly—I work hard every day, get home at seven, and only write in stolen moments. I can’t sign a contract to earn money; I write this for free for you all. Please understand.

The snow-white pillow and sheets, paired with the thin quilt of pale gray over white cotton, gave Song Wuduan’s skin nothing but comfort and ease; aside from the heavy curtains, which matched those in his own home, everything else in the room was completely different.

To defeat Arthur, you must restrict his speed—otherwise, Li Yan will be forced into a purely defensive stance, prolonging the battle indefinitely and wasting vast amounts of magic energy, which will harm his chances against Joyce.

The most common method to dispel poison Gu is to swallow a mixture of realgar, garlic, and calamus in boiling water, inducing purging to expel the toxins. The Golden Silkworm fears creatures with rodent-like heads and bodies covered in bristly spines like the porcupine; thus, the porcupine is a specialized remedy for Golden Silkworm Gu . Other remedies include centipedes and earthworms, which often also cure Gu .

It wasn’t that Simaliushui ’s rivals didn’t want to harass Ye Zhuang Club—they were merely restrained by the legendary reputation of Master Ning Hualing. Of course they wanted to suppress it, but once they truly understood the people and affairs involved in Ye Zhuang Club, one word perfectly described their reaction.

Black energy surged simultaneously, soul force flooding the heavens and earth—clearly, the four were preparing to fight to the death.

Xiao Yan wielded his ice techniques with ease, leading the group blindly forward; with Xiao Peng and Meng Hui Zhao’s partial coverage, they could easily observe traces and clues around them. Soon, wooden fragments began floating in the air, like debris from a shattered boat.

Zhao Shichang was nominally the overall commander on-site, but Guo Captain was the one actually in charge. After Liu Changchun reported the situation, Guo Captain immediately agreed, then relayed it to the director.

“We don’t have much candlelight left—we must conserve it,” Nan Ruochen said, tossing her a blanket.

“I only know Cheng Qin among your friends—do you mean you want me to help this Greater China Regional General Manager?” Zhao Gan asked, puzzled.

The two other SS-rank Qiangzhe nearby, seeing their trio’s coordinated assault on Xiao Feng fail so utterly, could not hide the shock in their eyes.

Jiang Yu didn’t know that a single heavy strike was nearly equivalent to sixty to seventy percent of the power of a Yi Realm cultivator—he could exert every ounce of his strength and still not produce such a blow.

But Xiao Feng did not go under his true identity—he disguised himself as a Japanese samurai-ninja.

Not just them—even passersby stopped to watch. The intensity of the impact triggered police sirens, and everyone assumed the driver inside the red sports car must be in trouble.

“Could that immortal who reduced you to this state be the same one?” the Medicine King asked, eyeing Tian Peng’s bandages.

Moments later, from the glittering grass nest came the excited chirps of two chickens—sharp, tinged with moans.

The insects had two pairs of black wings, their bodies deep gray, as thick as chopsticks, each measuring four to five meters in length.

Second, after using the Holy Body, Xiang Hao felt his soul could not bear the strain—his old Dao injuries had cracked slightly, which was extremely serious.

Only upon seeing it a second or third time would they grow suspicious and alert—but that window of time was more than enough for Meng Shenji.

“The opening of the Heavenly Gate is near—likely within these ten days,” said a gaunt old man who arrived beneath the Heavenly Gate, his third eye glowing, his pupils deep and profound.

The Eastern Tour began half a month after Su Ye departed; the rapid preparation was due not only to Hao Tian’s swift administration but also to the gradual easing of internal troubles.

Yu Xinjie knew the coat had been bought by Jun Ximo, who was studying abroad in M Country, then sent back to her through a friend for Guo Roujia.

Lei Rang, the head of the guard unit here, also charged out with twenty men, forming a protective circle around them. Hu Zi let out a cold laugh, spurred his horse, and rode straight toward Lei Rang.

Yu Jingyao returned to the living room, selected several packs of elegantly wrapped cookies and a box of twisted doughnuts from the bag of snacks she’d brought back, packed them into another bag, and carried it to the door of Room 302 in the neighboring dormitory.