Chapter 184

Yunhe looked at Chen Mo with a complex expression.

When they first met, he was merely a company commander, his cultivation merely Rank 6, just barely touching the threshold of the Transformation Realm.

Yet only a few months had passed, and he had already broken through Martial Path Rank 4, becoming the top candidate for Commander of the Fire Bureau, top of the Qingyun List, Tianyuan Martial Champion… his titles were too numerous to count on one hand!

And this meteoric rise was not achieved through connections, but by stacking up one achievement after another.

For Ximen Qing, this was no difficult task, so the next morning I placed 2000 yuan on the cashier counter, stuffed it into my wallet, and solemnly—though with great pain—handed the wallet and a mobile phone to Ximen Qing; Heshen briefly taught him how to use currency and the phone.

The Four-Tailed and Five-Tailed of Yan Yin Village, the Two-Tailed and Eight-Tailed of Yun Yin Village, the Three-Tailed and Six-Tailed of Wu Yin Village, and finally the Seven-Tailed of Lang Yin Village.

She hadn't expected she'd truly become their shield, their bulwark; because of her presence, their confidence had grown so strong they'd become utterly arrogant.

In his view, given the turtle's size and power, even if it didn't leave the seabed, it wouldn't be affected by the violent tremors carving deep abyss-like fissures—at most, it would just feel uncomfortable.

"If it gets close to Elpalan, won't that be dangerous?" Mu Ting asked, frowning as he matched Sworde's height and stared at the distant giant figure.

Fish Eunuch meant the Emperor, while Lan Ziyi meant the Eunuch; upon closer inspection, this remark carried a faint air of rebellion—usurping the throne. But Fish Eunuch didn't pursue it; on the contrary, he found it deeply pleasing.

The profits from drugs were terrifyingly high; Baney built his empire on them, controlling the entire production and export of La Xiang City, his status only slightly below that of the Ten Elders—but his methods were cunning.

Yet when they passed through the entrance, they noticed something strange: no thieves came to block them or demand the so-called land-use fee.

Qi Rongxun had also reached for the saber at his waist; out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the soldiers guarding the intersection and saw them moving closer toward him—this gave Qi Rongxun even more confidence.

"What if it just crumbles like sand?" Zhang Zheng was speechless; comparing it to sand and ice cream was like comparing apples to cannons.

She muttered nonsense to herself, pacing back and forth in the parking lot, trying to generate some warmth through movement.

The man told her she was beautiful and asked if she wanted to be a model; he wasn't just a painter, but also a surveyor who could measure her body dimensions to see if she qualified as an excellent model, and as he spoke, he slowly approached her.

Lan Shi had a nightmare and wanted to summon a master; the one who knew Zhang Yi was still in Jingcheng, and the servant sent to quickly fetch Zhang Yi was his own close household member.

Like an egg striking a rock, his inner Qi Sea shattered instantly, and a gush of blood spurted out.

Just as everyone thought Huo Yunting's sword qi would pierce Yun Manhu's shoulder, a crystal of ice suddenly formed on Yun Manhu's chest, blocking Huo Yunting's sword qi.

Inside it even lay a super-large amusement park; such a massive project had once spurred shopping enthusiasm and a consumer boom in the northern bank.

Zhao Ying seemed unconscious inside a fish tank, her hands bound behind her, while Zhang Zheng had one hand cuffed to the wall on the other side; above the tank, a faucet continuously poured water.

Tang Weiwei had long known that Yang Jing and Xu Changrong were close—but she never believed that Wei Yuan's people would betray her.

Luo Han and Liu Hong flew directly from S City to Y City Airport, then took a bus from Y City straight to Qingshui Town; because so many people boarded that bus, they had to sit on the upper deck of the double-decker.

What you didn't know was that, at this very moment, in the empty void, within a space invisible to human eyes, Du Yasheng was watching his every move with a sneer, while Mo Yu's face was dark as ink, as if suppressing some fury—more like brewing an extreme, bloodthirsty killing intent.