Chapter 105

Neither the melody nor the lyrics of this song were familiar to them—was this a new song?

The Yan faction officials, accustomed to eating meat, now couldn’t even gnaw on bones—they had to find a way out. They knew they couldn’t remove Chou Luan, but they knew they could drive away Hu Zongxian; with Chou Luan’s intelligence, he wouldn’t stand a chance against them.

Liu Jun felt his nephew’s gaze and dared not meet it, fearing he might taint his nephew’s pure, innocent soul.

Under these circumstances, the natural Dao radiating from the elder seemed slightly stronger—but he knew it was merely an illusion. In truth, Li Ye was resisting with his still somewhat immature Dao techniques.

Xiao Feng said calmly, “You’re comparing and learning the strengths of each nation’s rifle designs—that’s indeed a good approach.”

Although these soldiers weren’t particularly strong, they were still far superior to civilians—but caught off guard, each was pinned down by seven or eight civilians and soon bound tightly.

Feng Yuqing, through searches and chat commentary, had roughly learned about the “top mushroom” incident, which left her troubled; she only streamed playing piano and singing, and truly disliked these PK formats.

The Peacock King swept his hand through the air, and a curtain of nightfall appeared out of nowhere, turning the clear blue sky and blazing sun into a sea of stars illuminating the sudden addition of a new layer of heavens.

Liu Chuan, who knew Lin Wantang’s identity, dared not admit it; enduring the pain on his body, he clung stubbornly to his innocence.

Oliver’s face turned ashen, too furious to speak a word. Mirah had been right—no wonder her power was so immense; she’d used Awakening. I suddenly felt a bad premonition—Awakening must have negative side effects, and I was deeply worried.

This battle was utterly absurd, like two people spitting at each other face-to-face—so let them be. Let them spit until the heavens collapse and the seas run dry.

Anyang’s temples throbbed with pain; he fell silent, unwilling to dwell further on the issue.

She coldly abandoned him, ignoring him completely—even when he spread rumors of his impending marriage, she never showed her face.

A net woven of light swiftly wrapped around the Purple Flame Spirit Beast. As Tian Zhen shouted, “Tighten!” the net contracted violently; the Purple Flame Spirit Beast felt unbearable pressure and thrashed wildly.

I said again that I had something to do, but Yi Jie had already issued a death warrant over the phone, saying if I didn’t come, I was disrespecting her. There was no choice—since she’d initiated this gathering, and given our years of friendship, I really couldn’t refuse.

After crossing Shengtian Ridge, what appeared before them was an icy world—extremely harsh. Li Qiang clearly felt the temperature had dropped to its absolute limit; he hadn’t expected this to be the heart of Shenglan Immortal Realm—a pure silver-white realm of pristine ice, untainted by any impurity.

I exhaled softly, pulled out a cigarette pack from my pocket, lit one, and smoked slowly. Through the faint smoke, a slender figure walked over from beside Ge Hong’s bed.

Everyone in the company thought I’d fallen out of favor, because Xia Qinyan had begun slowly distancing himself from me. I still hadn’t found the reason, but I kept focusing on my work, thinking it was fine this way—far from gossip, no longer worrying about rumors linking me and Xia Qinyan.

Chen Hui’s reason was bizarre—he was just like me, a nobody, claiming he’d stayed up all night gaming, then slept too soundly in the morning and was mistaken for a corpse by his roommate. I sweatdropped.

Zheng Xueyi mulled it over and agreed; he knew the Xu family was powerful, and in his view, this was already the best outcome.

“Bang!” Yuan Xing’s first target was a communications soldier, who carried a radio on his back, capable of contacting the outside world at any time.

The battle between the Demon Emperor and the Ming Emperor was decided almost instantly. The level of a god was beyond reach, its power too immense to describe.

“You and Jie Wu, leave the island. You heard what Gui Yi said—he wants Chanxi Temple’s help. You two will carry out this mission,” said Xuan Bei, a mysterious expression on his face.

Until Liu Qing vanished beyond the horizon and they confirmed he had truly left, the three of them finally exhaled, each retrieving their spiritual treasures and relaxing instantly.

Inside Ye Feng’s body, the severed meridians, one by one, seemed to gain consciousness, realigning themselves and gradually reconnecting under the influence of the crimson mist.

Duan Qiu tried attacking the black rock, only to find its defense was extremely high—likely comparable to that of magical stone.

Under the urging of the person beside him, Liu Tian and the others gradually began descending the steps.

Since no one was awake anyway, and with nothing else to do, since joining the military, he hadn’t had such a leisurely, relaxed moment in a long time.

“Keep it,” Su Zimo said softly. “Making money isn’t easy—everyone needs an emergency fund. My own funds aren’t plentiful, but I can still afford it.” He valued Zhang Yao even more now; after all, those willing to risk their entire fortune for a friend were rare—and he added, “Don’t refuse.”