Chapter 145: Master-Disciple Rice Bowl? Chen Mo Whips the Dao Sovereign! (6K)

Ling Ningzhi froze at these words, then cried out: "No! Master, you cannot kill him!"

"Why?" the red-robed nun asked.

"Master Chen saved my life—how could I repay kindness with betrayal? If Master Chen dies because of me, my heart will never find peace again—how can I ever cultivate?" Ling Ningzhi's voice grew urgent.

"Don't worry—I've already considered this."

The red-robed nun stroked the cat with her left hand and raised her right, not

Meanwhile optimizing and radically modifying it, making the game resemble the original in spirit but not in form, and surpassing it in every aspect—that's how you truly master its essence.

Its main function is to use the moth larvae to control the source core of the target to be possessed, making the possession process twice as effective—though anomalies only appear during possession itself.

After completing this task, Lin Le felt considerably lighter: "My failure this time was just coincidence—first Wang Yuan interfered, then I over-relied on high difficulty to scare off players and ignored the charm of the Eastern series characters."

Lu De, sitting on a chair cooling himself, saw the hesitation on Yujilas's face and immediately understood his inner conflict.

This is standard siege tactics, and Ningyuan isn't a true bastion—the Manchus will almost certainly attack using this pattern.

But today, the largest pirate faction on the Eastern Sea had no one left bold enough to ignore Mu Ye's words.

As for the intelligence on the suspected Hana Ibara, it was likely useless at best—merely revealing a morning when Hana Ibara took her cat for a walk. No one knew why Hana Ibara had gone near Yamamoto Ryoko's house, and Xia Zhi didn't even know where Yamamoto Ryoko lived.

Blue Emerald asked in confusion; though she was Arthur's guard, many things were beyond her knowledge—she knew nothing of Arthur's conversation with Anthony.

"Brother, are you alright?" Tang Buwei, pale-faced, rushed over—he had seen what just happened; it had been a hair's breadth from death. If Ye Kun hadn't held back, shown mercy, Che Zhen would have been dead for sure.

"Why didn't that damned servant stop Wang Fei from leaving the mansion? Why didn't she report it sooner?" Nan Guozhen glared at Dingxiang in fury.

Xiong Da quickly rallied his spirit and fought a dozen rounds, but already felt his strength waning. After all, he'd been deprived of water and food, fighting for over an hour while burdened by heavy armor, and the scorching heat had begun to show signs of heatstroke.

Clearly, Lan Xiaoyin had been waiting for this exact phrase beneath his feigned show of emotion—but he still put on a look of deep reluctance before speaking with finality.

Yet after observing Li Yi's expression, Alice knew this sudden stranger was someone Li Yi recognized.

Indeed, when Qinglan flew over Frog Croak Lake beneath the setting sun's glow, the entire Blue Dragonfly Tribe panicked—flying birds and barking dogs—as they thought a Tiger Dragonfly had invaded.

The Crimson Flame Demon Lord spoke, and subtly, he began to grasp Leng Feng's intentions—so much so that his heart, once as still as a deep well, now stirred with faint ripples.

Thus, after establishing the Demon Web, Feng Feiyang gradually added an automatic prayer-response function to it.

Moreover, in today's Chicheng, with the powerful influx of beings from other worlds, though the gap between Chicheng and Qingcheng hasn't vanished entirely, it has already made Chi Mo feel remarkably cheerful—even before battle began.

Xiang Wan'er took Li Yi and flew into the sky; their flying sword emitted an eerie black glow that collided with a silver orb of white energy, sending rapid waves of energy shockwaves spreading outward.

Jibuchuo giggled, playfully glancing at Li Luo as if she were more carefree than Ding Tian Wang, the mighty ruler of Da Gan.

If it were them, they'd likely be beaten senseless the moment they entered the other's territory, followed by a brutal tribal war.