Chapter 218: Shui Shui

The two frantically put out the fire, retrieved the pan-fried dumplings, saw the blackened layer underneath, exchanged a glance, and couldn't help laughing.

Lan Lan hugged the rice ball tightly to her chest, her big eyes fixed on Ximen Fugui, terrified he'd snatch it away.

The gazes of the classmates and teachers around him pierced his heart like needles.

Though slightly angered, the King of Zhi Country still gladly agreed, feeling honored to have a master like Zhang Kuo join the battle.

"Hmph! In your immortal sect, have you been so coddled by your mother that your brain's gone soft? Even now, you still act arrogant!" Ye Feng sneered, his spiritual sense flaring—each realm within the Heavenly God Seal opened, crushing pressure descending from the void, coalescing into countless dragon-shaped phantoms and divine incarnations, shaking violently.

"Get out!" Huang Lan's face turned ashen. Not only had his clueless cousin just told Zhou You he'd call to have his own idol beaten up, but Huang Xing's tone—full of borrowed authority—was one he'd used countless times before.

Seven dark red lightning orbs, radiating annihilation, surged toward Suo Ou. Suo Ou could only collapse to the ground, waiting as the dark red orbs grew larger in his pupils. At that moment, two high-pitched, childish voices pierced Suo Ou's ears.

"Hmph! Why should I give Long Jiahao to you? If it's an auction, the highest bidder wins. I bid three hundred million!" Luo Junyan scoffed.

The three objects of focus for martial cultivators surged wildly within Ye Feng's body, like a child who'd suddenly swallowed an immortal pill and kept growing.

"Don't think about anything else. Just deeply contemplate the Medicinal Dao. When you've finished, we'll be home." Xuan Yan winked at Qian Jia and immediately started the car.

"Understood!" Baozi replied, then found two teammates and headed with them to the leader's room to search for the secret passage's entrance.

All direct evidence on the surface was framed to implicate Qin Siyu, but in truth, any skilled martial expert who examined it would know the murder was done with geomagnetic force… meaning it could just as easily be framed on Su Wei herself.

"None of your business. You only need to know Dongfang Li will die today!" Qiu Shaoze's words had barely ended.

With the idea formed, Xiao Rang acted without hesitation. He no longer cared about the flames—just formed a Fire-Release Technique to make them roar inside the furnace. All his focus now centered on controlling the chaos.

I timed my shot and fired over a dozen bone spikes at the Bone-Winged Ghoul, forcing it to desperately shield itself with its bony wings. Seeing the opening, Xiao Weiting roared with laughter, circling behind it and whipping his bone chain horizontally toward the mother ghoul.

The farther east we went, the clearer the sea's scent became—the fresh, damp air filling our nostrils, carrying the ocean's unique odor: slightly fishy, yet invigorating.

Peng Wanli's expression was also grim. After glancing at Lei Zhenzi, he led the Penglai Xian Sect members away from there.

Regarding the ambush, Li Ningyu really wanted to curse loudly, but since the enemy was clearly playing guerrilla warfare, and Li Ningyu himself had risen through guerrilla tactics, he wouldn't be foolish enough to curse himself.

"Thank you, Second Princess, for your compassion." Tang Yun smiled, then waved his hand—his troops on either side immediately began inspecting the convoy.

As soon as Lin Qingqing finished speaking, she turned and left. The instant she turned, cold sweat had already soaked her back.

She loved eating fruit and was delighted that Zhui Yue brought her more than she could finish. Since one hand made things inconvenient, she liked following Zhui Yue, letting him wash or peel the fruit for her.

Their engagement was merely a formality. Song Yiyi didn't ask what Zhang Fan intended to do, because Zhang Fan's attitude made it clear he didn't want her asking too much.

Knowing Shen Xia and the others were safe, Qing Lian was overjoyed and immediately ordered the staff to open the private stash.

Liang Xi couldn't fathom what the ghost in the shadows planned—the ghostly aura grew closer, thicker.

He joined his hands and summoned a flying sword. Its power erupted instantly—three times stronger than before, roughly ten times stronger than a single-element cultivator.

At the time, suitcases were still far from common; many new students arrived with rainbow-colored mesh bags, each containing the three essentials: an enamel basin printed with "Hong Shuang Xi," a pale yellow national bedsheet with peony patterns, and a chipped enamel teacup revealing its black base.

Zhong Qiu understood: he needed to clarify these details before quoting a price. If the client was a disciple of that master who'd worked on nationally renowned projects with him, quoting too low would be an insult.

"These big guys are all eaten out—boring. Today, I'm taking you somewhere fresh!" Lin Lou had already decided what to eat.

Returning was different—once the mission was complete, there was always a sense of longing to get home. The Black and White brothers pushed themselves to their limit, streaking across the sky, landing gently in the courtyard in under ten minutes.

Back then, the two of them were on the old hill behind the girl's house, where wild grasses grew thick, towering trees and knee-high weeds separated them from the rest of the world.

Er Gou would berate anyone he met, showing zero mercy—he said things that could drive people mad, his gameplay was flawless: precise finishing blows, agile positioning, perfectly timed skills, leaving opponents utterly broken.

"I'm going to die. Death has come knocking." The Monk pinched his nose; the flies buzzed away. "I'm entrusting you with the ghost-prostitute case." As soon as he finished speaking, the flies circled widely and landed back on his nose.

Mu Bing couldn't tell stories—how could someone who tells stories cry while telling them?

Thus, under everyone's gaze, Yang Jian picked up the diamond coin with one hand and gently tossed it upward.

But Hong Dianian's tobacco leaves were of excellent quality. Of course, I don't know whether tobacco leaves are good or not—I don't smoke—but seeing Grandpa's blissful expression told me everything.

Its face had no features—like several human faces stitched together with thread, with only one crooked eyeball coldly observing everything before it.