Chapter 332: Stunning Performance (Requesting Monthly Votes)

Most crucially, Erlang Shen could not discern Shi Yue’s cultivation level, so he naturally assumed the Guanyin identity Shi Yue had assumed was genuine.

But to Sun Wukong, the two of them were no different from monkeys or demons, and everyone else around was the same.

Amid the booming noise, he felt himself, the vehicle, and the entire shuttle vibrating—this was the second time in days, and the same terrifying tremor he’d felt when leaving HSD still lingered in the memory of his buttocks and thigh muscles.

Chopin was nearly pressed against him, and Jordan’s dribble didn’t create an opening until it reached the left baseline.

“Tch! Can’t you just let me sleep for a bit?” The Wind Wolf remained slumped where he was, forced to be carried by the Archangel.

“Fine sword, Senior Brother, this is a Common-grade weapon, right?” Tang Yao’s eyes lit up as she stared at Chen Feng’s Clear Wind Sword.

Under these circumstances, she truly didn’t want Eighth-Liang Young Master to get into trouble because of her.

Upon hearing this, everyone trembled, their faces filled with ecstatic joy—but when they learned only patients who fell ill on December 27th were eligible for the special drug, many wore looks of disappointment.

Moreover, the title of Baron was merely Zhuo Yang’s first step; after the wedding, he would be elevated to Viscount, truly entering the ranks of high nobility. When he and Koukou had a son, he would be further elevated to Earl through his child’s merit, reaching the ceiling of noble rank attainable for a commoner.

Even his perpetually expressionless face couldn’t help but twitch into a faint, subtle curve at the corner of his mouth.

Xue Long suddenly realized something—if this Xiao Baizhu could truly mimic so perfectly, could the death of the White Crane be concealed?

She silently rose, climbed out of the water beneath the steam, and wrapped her lower body in her clothes.

Although a few particularly terrifying God-Slayers exist—like the Grand Elder of the God-Slayer Alliance—most God-Slayers pose no problem for a powerhouse like Luo Yi.

“Don’t cry, baby, don’t cry.” As he wiped the tears from Bai Yu’s face with his own hands, Old Di felt happy—doing so much for the children made everything worthwhile.

“Stop making excuses. If you can’t find it, you just can’t. If it weren’t for Bing Na, do you really think you could reach Kunlun Xu so easily?” one carp said, and the other echoed in agreement.

Meanwhile, the two Elders at Peak Postnatal who had come with Dragon Young Master viewed the situation entirely differently.

“Then there’s only one possibility: you’ve saved me multiple times and angered that bunch of bastards.” Ye Qingcheng unconsciously clenched her fist, staring ahead—she would uncover the full truth, no matter what.

Yet seeing him so gentle now, she instinctively stepped forward, coming before him.

Of course, some media still occasionally reported on him, but none featured Zhou Bai himself appearing for interviews; even the most resourceful reporters couldn’t find him, which seemed incredible—they had no idea where Zhou Bai was.

“Don’t move, let me look.” The old man circled Bai Yu repeatedly, examining him closely, then finally exhaled deeply.

Thinking this, Hawk-Eye shook his head and walked into the house, then signaled the other laborers to begin unloading.

If he could win his favor, my first position would rise accordingly.

Now, hearing Jia Zhi’s words, Hawk-Eye couldn’t help but be astonished—through Jia Zhi’s tone, Hawk-Eye sensed that Jia Zhi confirmed the existence of the Sky Island.

A few days ago, he met Liu Qiaofeng at a bar; since Liu Qiaofeng had some looks, Brother Wolf reluctantly took her in.

As he spoke, He Yunxi stabbed the man’s hand with the knife—he screamed like a slaughtered pig. He opened his eyes, and the blade was planted beside his hand.

Originally, after the top-tier international platform launched, the situation looked excellent and became a source of national pride.

Though it was noon outside, there wasn’t a single ray of sunlight—even snowflakes drifted through the wind.

“Please, General Jiang, Zhao and Jiang still have business together—we’re major oil suppliers! Please, spare me! This time I’ll give up my shares!” Zhao’s General kept crawling on the ground, ignoring the stares around him as he begged desperately.

“No way.” Jiang Yihan immediately released his grip; Lin Mian stumbled backward several steps, nearly falling.

Unfortunately, at this moment, Zige couldn’t reconstruct the full form of the creature, nor could he fly higher to see what this place looked like.

“What, no welcome for an old friend returning?” Ning Jiang continued, but the bamboo door remained tightly shut, showing no sign of opening.

Yi Yao nodded; Ju Long lightly kissed her forehead before leaving. Langya, however, saw it clearly from the corridor.

Gao Deng was powerless against his illness; after dinner, he sat in deep thought while Zhang Meilan washed Li Yihang’s face, hair, and body, acting like a virtuous wife.

“Didn’t expect you’d come to my aid…” Ju Long tightly squeezed the masked man’s neck as he spoke to You Yan.

But their injuries were easy to treat; Old Sun took out his needle case and gave each of them a few pricks, then declared them healed.

Meng Qi turned around and saw his brows tightly furrowed; the next second, her body was pulled into his arms.

The Ten Thousand Stars Immortal Banner—the divine artifact he once bestowed upon Bai Qingqiu—had been damaged during his battle with Luo Lingxian, but not destroyed.

“Where are you running?” The polluted river crab roared again, spun his body, swung his great blade wildly for three seconds, then slashed down hard.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to punish her—it was that seeing Zhou Mingxuan, she wouldn’t dare confront him head-on.

After repeating this dozens of times, her screams finally faded; her body collapsed to the ground, completely drenched in crimson blood.

He couldn’t continue speaking—he sensed the atmosphere between them had turned tense, the air around them chilling noticeably.

Her eyes gently closed, her serene face framed by long, deep-blue hair. Her entire skin was as fine, soft, and white as jade, emitting a scent like fresh cheese.

“I planted it, then framed your grandmother—because the Marquis began investigating, I had no choice but to make her take the blame. After all, the Marquis is filial; he’d never truly blame his own mother.” Wei Shi explained.