Chapter 421: Brother Luo, how are you?

Foam machine.

It’s not just the one mounted on the stairs.

The humming machine turned everything in the villa except the top three floors into an ocean of foam, while colorful neon lights swirled endlessly—before them lay an utterly surreal world.

He watched the bikini girl walking ahead, her waist swaying with the foam.

Li Luo beamed with delight.

He paused slightly, glancing toward the stairs leading to the third floor.

Xun You suddenly had nothing to say; whenever Liu He chatted, his train of thought seemed to run on a different track—but then again, he himself was at this age: “Lord, this matter… it’s not urgent. Let it take its natural course.” He wiped away sweat, yet still felt uneasy.

“In my view, we must be more cautious—you haven’t even uncovered the traitor yet. Perhaps your arrival in C City has already been leaked.” Su Zhan wanted to say: no official, no matter how high-ranking, can be trusted.

Is she causing trouble? How dare this child speak like that? Hearing the subtle laughter around her, her face stiffened. She sighed bitterly and walked out of the ward.

Without regard for propriety or consequence, even with a well-known engagement binding her, she would pursue it at all costs—her own Rending true love?

She didn’t want her teammates to suffer unjust persecution, nor to be turned into easy targets for others to strike.

Xia Wuyuan could no longer bear it: “You’re all elders of the ancestral generation—can’t you give me even a little peace?”

Only when the Central Intelligence Brain returns, or when she uncovers Qing Zhixun’s secret, will this matter be brought to the agenda.

Gathering these bones shouldn’t be difficult—and after removing them, the basin could still be used to grow spirit herbs. Why would the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect abandon it?

As a result, when Huang Han copied it again, he felt as if clouds had parted to reveal the sun, and immediately believed his grammar had improved significantly.

But it was useless—even the divine armor could be effortlessly torn apart by Su Changkong’s soul. With the sound of flesh and bone ripping, Ma Han’s body froze; his arms were shredded. The residual force of the soul pierced through Ma Han’s skull, shattering his mind sea.

Of those present, only “North Beggar” Hong Qigong had the standing to say this; otherwise, this stalemate would go on forever.

The giant monster suddenly dodged, scratched its back with a claw, roared, and turned around, preparing to devour the one who had offended it.

As Liu Jinhang grew older, in his memory, his grandmother had always treated him fairly well, but his grandfather had not—perhaps because of Li Fenghuan.

Guo Jing and Hua Zheng, these two childhood friends, had endured great hardship, and now finally became a couple.

In the southwest of Yuyang County, a figure lurked beneath a heavy cloak, wearing a fearsome Nuo mask, holding a divine sword slantwise.

“There are wolves with ambition in court—they planted spies in my home. All my servants were bribed, even this closest one, in the end, was won over.”

“Without the persistence of African players, we wouldn’t have gotten so much. I thought those Death worshippers would ultimately choose to perish with Death.” Fei Ge pondered: if they truly had the courage to die, all they needed to do was defy Death.

Exiting the elevator onto the ground floor, Alcorn handed Gail the family photo and the cassette tape.

The two sat down at an empty table. Liu Xiaoxiao took the menu from the waiter, glanced over it casually, then tossed it onto the table without any intention of letting Jiang Ran see it.

Li Zhenyuan stood up. Though he was a Dominance Realm cultivator, though he was utterly exhausted, though his spiritual energy was nearly depleted, the moment he sensed Meng Yi’s overwhelming aura, his body suddenly brimmed with strength—and his powerful voice echoed through the void.