Chapter 110: Your Highness, you don

"Really?" Lin Fan frowned; he knew Ning Qixia was staying with her parents in Europe, not here—how could this possibly serve as an explanation, let alone explain his own match today? That didn't make sense.

But Bai Bai currently shows no abilities related to demons; she may need to wait until her level rises before they awaken.

But Fat Niu patted his chest and swore that with him around, even heaven's own king wouldn't scare him—naturally, today's disaster followed.

Upon entering the system, Zheng Yi's first words were demanding he practice the passing drills he barely looked down upon. Others didn't believe it? That was their problem—he had to seize every moment to train, turning the impossible into possible.

All of this was because of Zhang Xiaoyan—why did she even exist in this world? She should be dead; she's a curse. Hatred flickered in her eyes.

In the end, Hengyuan's reserve squad lost 3:1 to Dortmund's youth team at Dortmund's training base.

But considering the time difference, Zheng Yi still suppressed his excited heart—he didn't want the two elders woken by neighbors knocking at midnight.

"Hey, boss, get out here and chat," Jun Qinghong said lazily, tilting his head, yet his eyes held an unfathomable, icy depth.

Lin Fan froze, thinking this was a joke—he was already retired; if not for being told the country needed him, he'd never have returned, and now they were saying he'd retired again?

As for tender tasks like washing her face and tucking her in, Liu Xiaoxing wouldn't dream of doing them—he'd already gone far enough to be considered utterly considerate.

For miles around, this place was an endless forest; Mo Nanjue stopped the car and circled around from behind the forest to the villa's rear.

These newly betrayed cultivators, even knowing that fighting him meant certain death, still used their own bodies to shield Li Huai from attacks.

But that cry lasted only a moment—yet Dongfang Bubai, far away, was astonishingly perceptive and had heard it clearly. After glancing upward, Dongfang Bubai was instantly thrown into panic.

So that's how it was—she nodded, half-understanding; but the Dragon Soul Pearl within the Nine Heavens Mystic Dragon could endlessly repair its wounds—then how could her master kill it?

The short, fat man remained shaken, head bowed, unable to answer. He stole glances at Yue Feng and others, as if confirming whether they were truly Huashan Sect disciples.

"Ah! A self-destruct jade slip from a Tian Dao peak cultivator probably still isn't enough to trade for my array!" The voice feigned great regret.

Mo Nanjue's dark eyes narrowed slightly; he studied him for several seconds, yet said nothing further, simply bending to sit inside the SUV.

Bai Li Yue knew Chu Yunlian wasn't someone easy to reason with—if she truly clashed with Jin Feng, no one would come out ahead.

Hearing Chen Feng's words, Bond immediately focused his spirit inward, and at that moment, he discovered a peculiar umbrella floating in his spiritual world, hovering endlessly.

Early the next morning, Hacker Si Le arrived, carrying a simple backpack, picking up his computer, and beginning his investigation.

Moreover, these spectators had already been terrified by the earlier bloody scene and felt no trace of resistance.

Chu Jianjun glanced at the black-clad men lying in pools of blood, raised his gun, and opened fire.

Nearby, over a dozen Bai Di and Xuantian fighter jets took off to escort and accompany.

But strangely, since I put on the red string Shen Wanwan gave me, I haven't seen a demon again.

Bai Shoudi, standing on empty air, stared fixedly at his opponent; though the opponent hadn't moved a muscle, Bai Shoudi was drenched in cold sweat, his hands gripping Xidi Chen Sha trembling uncontrollably.

He strives for authenticity in his livestreams—if Zhang Yuanying came here just to craft a persona, she'd only alienate his audience.

Any experienced construction team, with Dragon Pearl support, can build it.

Remember, over a month ago, when Ye Chen was in the Cold Spring Secret Realm, his strength was barely stronger than Long Sheng's.

Looking at Shen Ruobing, dressed in a modified student outfit that revealed a unique, pure charm, Feng Ying smiled in satisfaction.

"This is a serious matter—speak quickly, I'm not joking," Zheng Jingxian became clearly serious.

How much power he can absorb depends on his 'capacity'—a fixed quantity that can be improved; but if his efficiency in converting power into actual strength is low, that's his fault—and making such a crude, unworldly mistake would be an insult to all transmigrants.

Tang Yi drove to the Gu Mansion, had a simple breakfast with Gu Junqiao, then took him to work.

After all, most people have seen what grass looks like—even if they've never seen a real grassland, they've seen it in films or online images.

"Then there's nothing to discuss!" Gao Ming nodded; indeed, there was nothing to discuss—trying to explain human morality and social laws to a non-human entity was as absurd as humans explaining them to animals.

Though having a reliable older brother to rely on felt nice, and her brother always patiently helped her, she still preferred to accomplish things herself when she could.

In ancient times, sacrificing to "Hao Tian Shangdi" was the Son of Heaven's exclusive right; earthly emperors typically called themselves "Sons of Heaven," and according to traditional Zhou rites, the criterion for becoming the Son of Heaven was "virtue."

"Is it over?" Li Nan stared at the piled corpses around him, feeling like vomiting—but he bit his lip, refusing to show weakness in front of the girl.

"Bad! Get out of the way!" The sudden event startled Wang Qing— the internet café's entrance was less than fifty meters away, yet the fat man had already reached them in an instant; he could even see the sunken circles under the man's eyes and his messy, nest-like hair.