Chapter 301: Request a Day Off

Request a day off

“I think this must be a coincidence—when the Wind Saint built his relic, he just happened to construct it right next to the Vermilion Bird’s legacy, and he probably didn’t even discover the Vermilion Bird’s inheritance!” Wu Jiao mused for a moment before saying.

This large red carp was naturally Yu Yue, and exactly ten top-grade crystal stones, no more, no less.

She had returned to work at the company, because the last fashion show had been a great success, her fame had surged, and the company received many new orders—all specifying her as the designer.

The carefree Jade Ding True Man couldn’t get along with the solemn, official gods of the Heavenly Court; he wanted to chat a bit longer with Mo Fei, but the Heavenly Court had deliberately ignored Mo Fei, assigning him a seat nearly at the very back, next to the newly promoted god-general who had just risen from the heavenly soldiers—a distance deliberately chosen, laden with meaning. He gave Mo Fei a thoughtful pat on the shoulder and walked away.

“There’s such good fortune? Then we won’t leave for now—everyone rest here. Besides, with so many giant lizards blocking the way, those devils probably won’t dare attack us directly; they likely want us to trigger the traps. So we’ll just sit here and watch how they die.” I said.

Just then, Jack called from the hospital, saying he had a new discovery, instantly making Ke Xiangbao feel the situation had shifted.

Hearing the command, the once slightly panicked elite guards of Feilong City fell utterly silent, channeling their spiritual energy into the talisman array, then glaring fiercely at Wu Lei, who was hurtling toward them through the sky with violent speed.

Xiao Yao arrived beside the sapling, sat cross-legged, tapped his forehead lightly with his fingers, and a vast, boundless spiritual soul force surged forth, piercing through layers of space, seeping into the array core at the mountain’s center.

Yet precisely because of her honey-colored skin and the snow fox fur cloak she wore, under the moonlight she showed no sharpness at all—instead, she seemed almost comical.

If that demonic Buddha hadn’t been in a reckless state, his cultivation was so high he could never have been easily beaten to death by random clubs—he at least could have escaped. But the clubs came too suddenly, the villagers were too furious, leaving him no room to flee and stripping him of his ability to resist at once.

The cracks on the light column continued to spread, and Nu Luo and Ye Yun were both anxious, for they desperately wanted to see what kind of sacred beast had just saved their lives.

Lei Wen Te, without even glancing at the agitated Xiu Yi, answered calmly as ever. Beside him, Lin Na De kept his head down, continuously stroking his chin, as if he had thought of something but chose not to interject.

Yue Lingfeng’s Li Quan Demon God Spear instantly pierced Hamlet’s skull—there was a loud “boom” as it exploded.

Fang Yi suddenly had this bizarre idea, quickly pulled out the test tube from his pocket, and compared it with the crawling insects in the herb garden.

Stimulating events had all happened within a single day; Lei Wen Te felt melancholy and wanted to cry.

Star lost focus, slipped on his footing, and could no longer hold on—he was sucked into the black hole. “Wah! Wah!” Star couldn’t help screaming, flailing his arms and legs as he was about to be swallowed whole.

In an instant, darkness engulfed all around, howling winds raged, lightning flashed and thunder rolled across the sky. Raindrops as large as beans fell like knives, and a deep blue blade of light shot skyward, vanishing into the thunderous storm clouds.

“Come in.” A clear voice rang out; the tone sounded vaguely familiar, though he couldn’t recall where he’d heard it before.

The group hurried toward the scene of the incident—the weapons shop in Dongcheng District—while the mercenaries chattered endlessly, explaining the sequence of events to Lei Wen Te.

In an instant, endless storms and thunder converged here; thunderclaps louder than eardrums could bear exploded above their heads, and alongside the thunder, countless dazzling golden lightning bolts and storms capable of shredding everything rained down.

Ten space rings—among them, one space ring was worth 500,000 sect contribution points, while the other nine combined were worth only 90,000 sect contribution points.

Having finished speaking, the three dropped silently from the tree, floating down like feathers, making not a single sound. To further muffle their landing, they casually pulled a vine, descending slowly.

Cao Pi’s relationship with him was closer than with any other brother—he would surely tell Cao Pi these words.

Lin Han’s body shimmered with yellow light as he led the way, guiding the six or seven yellow auras behind him through layers of rock and soil, traveling underground.

Sun Guan fell silent, tears welling in his eyes as he knelt on the ground, bowing his head repeatedly—his gesture begged Han Wei for mercy.

“Dwarves? Where did the dwarves come from? What exactly happened just now?” Li Yunhui recounted the previous events to the Marquis.

But just as they suppressed their grievances and dissatisfaction and finally decided to rebuild their homeland, an even more devastating event occurred.

The moment Qu Lang and Wu Pu clashed, Shi A knew. Now, Shi A had already appeared in the Hero Hall.

Gan Ning stood tall on the prow, his blade across his shoulders, letting the river wind brush past him; only when a bell chimed did he break his reverie.

Fortunately, Lu Miaozǐ understood martial arts; the miscellaneous techniques he taught offered at least some compensation.

Luckily, the wooden horse flew straight out; after suppressing his wild joy, Ning Beichuan retraced his path in a straight line, walking thirty li before returning.

After a long while, he couldn’t help but burst out laughing, then roared with laughter, bending over, clutching the sofa, unable to stop.

“It’s quite tasty,” said Qiongxiao at that moment, ladling a bowl of soup, taking a small sip, then praising it.

Different experience ranges correspond to different leveling increments; excluding exceptional cases involving substitute materials or overly high conceptual assignments, base experience can be somewhat controlled.

Sun Ce urged urgently—he knew that to succeed, he could not do without the system; whether in history or fiction, Eastern Wu’s top talents could never match those of Shu Han and Cao Wei.