Chapter 92

Everyone exchanged uneasy glances; some were moved, but hesitated, unsure whether to stay or leave, especially after having worked so hard here for so many years.

As a result, Qin MoShang directly took Lin Cha and left; a few seconds later, Yan Cheng and Li Bing also departed.

He squatted beside the car, took off her leather shoes, and massaged her ankle, his fingers probing the joints, without so much as a greeting—only after one full pass did he grip slightly and twist sharply.

In Wu Tian's view, the Flying Daggers of the Primordial Bagua Sect were one of the Eight Hundred Peripheral Schools; if the Primordial Bagua Sect raised that sheep and bird, they would gain even more.

Yun Xia was frozen in place by her words, standing upright and dignified, her eyes following Huai Zhen, who wore loose home pants and deliberately leapt and darted before her, leaving her too furious to speak.

Ye Qianchong knew this situation would arise, but as long as they met and actually discussed it, she wasn't afraid there wouldn't be a turning point.

Lin Yang sucked in a sharp breath, shoved her into the car, then stomped on the accelerator—the vehicle shot off like an arrow released from a bow.

Leng Jun realized he'd said something wrong and forced a nervous laugh, glancing away; for a moment, no one spoke, and the atmosphere grew silent again—someone immediately broke the silence.

The flickering lights mirrored the street dance scenes he'd seen on TV—the set was identical to Season 1, and the rules were nearly the same.

He had encountered related knowledge in the 31st century; it had seemed like a fleeting glance, unimportant, yet vaguely tied to the Klossen Show training.

Forced entry was impossible—he was nearly unarmed; a single hit from a micro-mech warrior would turn him into pulp. Pure stealth was also unfeasible—he needed to use some tactics.

Ye Qingcheng had barely survived the day and finally waited for nightfall; as she hoped, Qin Shao arrived.

"Where's Lele?" Du Ruo asked repeatedly, her face flushed, chin slightly lifted, as if this posture would give her more confidence.

But in life he had been a Necromancer, with too many preservation techniques—merely the erosion of deathly aura alone was enough to delay the corpse's decay.

The Duchess was now eagerly anticipating tomorrow, when Ye Qingcheng would wake up and discover she had slept through the night—what expression would she wear?

Excluding this factor, in terms of Faith Power and taxation, Anthony was undoubtedly exceptional; compared to him, Dyson was shit—useless except for obeying orders.

Not just the audience—even the Four-Wheel Warriors themselves burst out laughing. Xiu sat beside Su Nan, struggling to hold back his chuckles, staring in bewilderment as Su Nan employed his "ruffian tactics," unable to help shaking his head.

Without surprise, Chu Xuan would now be dizzy and nauseous, his guts nearly beaten out—but he'd still stubbornly hold his pistol, creating an opening for Zheng Zha, that fool, to eliminate the Queen Alien.

Song Fang nodded and said nothing more. I returned to my residence from the previous visit; originally, I intended to visit Ji Tingyu at the hospital, but I hesitated, and ultimately didn't go.

Perhaps, after this night passes, the name Leng Dianchen will fade from An Ruoran's heart; perhaps, Leng Dianchen will feel nothing for himself.

But being timid here won't help—Dr. Wood is still waiting for his rescue; in this match, he must accept it.

Yet Vhuuide would never miss such an opportunity—its tentacles coiled tightly around the mercury's restless limbs, savoring this hard-won moment of closeness.

After dinner, the four of us chatted in the tea room. Then, Mom pulled two red envelopes from the cabinet and handed one each to me and Ning Bingrou.

He knew she hadn't forgotten on purpose—otherwise, he wouldn't have silenced Cui Cui's constant nagging last night.

Two or three days have passed since Wu Yuan disappeared; there's still not a single clue—Wu Yuan is almost certainly dead.

Jiang Fan used his granted permissions to enter the data space and take a look—damn, the categorization was incredibly thorough.

But only after Team Rocket dragged the Gym Trainers onto the maglev train and transported them did they realize Liu Bo's intention was to isolate the Gym Trainers. By then, it was too late—the chaos at the scene forced the three to step in and temporarily maintain order on behalf of the League.

Most lords, facing the Beast Tide and Qin Yuan's despair, saw this as a lifeline and desperately tried to grasp it.

After all, when others face complex problems, major decisions, or coordinating thousands of troops, they remain calm and composed.

As for the fleeing siblings, they had no energy to care—they had bugs crawling on them and were barely managing themselves.

Once they learned the news, they'd surely investigate; and even if I learned it, I'd definitely go to prevent Feng San Shao and his group from entering the encirclement.

The difference is, the divine legends of Gan Kingdom have ended; those divine sects have vanished for countless years—even if any remain, they're barely clinging to life in hidden corners.

At first, Chen Yichun had incredible luck—he didn't bet big, at most half an ounce of silver, and often doubled his winnings.

"Crazy, who knows if someone up there is waiting, stubbornly refusing to believe I'm dead? Since I've already fallen, I might as well let everyone think I'm dead—so no one comes looking for trouble." Fan Chen made up his mind—he wouldn't show his face again.

With her memory awakened, she was already the Yaksha Immortal Jade Rabbit; though her cultivation was still low, she effortlessly spotted the hidden Ox Head.

At night, Su Su half-sat on the bed, fished out the black jade tablet Lu Jifeng had slipped her before dying, stared at it repeatedly, then released a thread of spiritual energy—its essence seeped into the tablet. Like Qing Mei's tablet, four seal-script characters surfaced on its surface: Shi Lin Guang Ji.

Yan Chunhua snorted, finding these people pathetic. Yan family's cosmetics shop was the largest in the county—why should they tolerate Zeng family's shop overshadowing them?

Even before awakening her memory, she could wield power surpassing even a Master-level peak, rivaling that of a Sect Lord-level peak?

Half an hour later, Su Su had figured out how to handle the waves. Why force myself against them? Can't I just go with the flow?