Chapter 88: I

Never change in this life?

This one’s good—Qi Hao’s eyes lit up.

This suits me.

It fits my innocent persona better. A dog system loaded for ten years never suggested a swap.

“The Immortal Sword III team has agreed to help you purchase the song rights—you can release it as a single and shoot an MV, but they have conditions.”

Zhang Nan is a detail-oriented person; since they’d already negotiated, he naturally covered every angle.

Then Tianyun Hand gripped the mountain and hurled it at Xiao Minyue. Her face changed instantly; she cursed the bastard’s perversion and swiftly fled on her cultivation light. The mountain’s speed couldn’t match her flight, and it was about to crash into the residential zone of Haimo City—Ye Muchen sighed and swept his left hand again.

Rather than saying the splitting into countless fragments was painful, it was the simultaneous thoughts of those split consciousnesses that brought unimaginable mental pressure.

“No need to thank me—I brought it for you.” Zhang Jue kicked the pile at his feet—everything Nanxi had made him buy while passing the store.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Pu spun his iron spear, and the spear whirled rapidly, slamming Zhao Yang off the platform.

“Cao Mengde, there’s still a cavalry spear here—belonging to Cao Chun. Take a look.” Saying this, Ma Chao ordered a soldier to ride forward and flung the long spear onto the earthen slope, landing just a few steps from Cao Cao.

She’d been traveling nonstop these days and hadn’t had time to ponder these issues—but now Fu Er had suddenly exposed them, leaving her momentarily at a loss.

Seeing his commander still stubbornly pressing forward, the Vanguard could only lead the troops onward. Yet strangely, after that, they encountered no more ambushes—this deepened the Vanguard’s growing unease.

After racking his brain to no avail, Qin Feng stopped thinking further. Watching the newly recruited Killers—whose apparent strength matched his own—patrolling the battlefield and cleaning up, he glanced at his military merit points and decided against joining the scramble.

“Master, you really can cure the curse?” Hong Qier seriously doubted his master’s ability.

“Su Shanggong” studied the body, examining it closely, as if inspecting a fine toy.

Domestically, the price is one hundred RMB; overseas, it’s priced in dollars. This product’s manufacturing process is simple—the key technology is just a thin sheet of paper, offering only temporary advantage. Once cracked, it becomes as cheap as a cabbage.

“So, you’ve lost face in the army and can’t face the other generals, right?” Qin Rui’er tilted her dark eyes, countering.

Really? Zhang Xue was stunned—her bluff had worked. She circled around, asking about how the two met: “How did you manage it?”

Cang Jianli heard the voice and slowly stepped out from the cave, hands behind his back. Cang Jian was inside fusing his meridian spirit—progress was going smoothly, and there was nothing he could do to help.

“Alright then.” Lingwu didn’t beg to follow this time—she just slumped on the table and dozed off.

He Yuanqing led Xiao Sichen, Tian Bin, and several hundred others toward the cave. Tao Gesi had no choice but to follow with the remaining troops.

“Bastard!” the black dog snarled, swiping its paw—but missed even a corner of his robe. She rolled swiftly, dodging Long Hao’s punch, then kicked straight for his face.

Seizing this chance, Bu Wanjia retracted his blunt sword domain and reactivated it beneath the black tentacles outside Aganzuo’s domain.

Lu Mingming’s performance drew harsh reprimand from Old Shenyang; when she realized it, she was filled with shame. The first incision had already been sutured—Li Lazi was applying a fragrant ointment.

Fan Ernan slowly rose into the air, drew his short knife, and swung it around himself—suddenly one blade became ten, then a hundred, forming concentric rings of flying knives circling Fan Ernan.