Chapter 97

"Good, good, good~" Chongzhen said three "goods" in succession, then immediately issued an imperial edict to release Hou Xun, followed by a banquet on the platform. He repeatedly called Hou "my beloved minister," soothing him with kind words. In the end, Chongzhen handed Hou Xun fifty thousand taels of silver to distribute among Zuo Liang Yu's troops as a reward.

The Pope frowned, lifted his robe, and muttered curses nonstop: "Damn it, can't this road be any smoother?" Before the pressure of God, the Pope could not use any holy power—he could only walk step by step forward.

"Buddy, what's up?" Li Hongwu knew who was calling just by the location. This phone's IP address belonged to only one place: the wireless network linked to Buddy.

Although Li Hongwu had explained many classic jungle combat tactics to Kang Mang'ang before, Kang Mang'ang's comprehension was like playing the zither to a cow—Li Hongwu knew Kang's nature; no matter how much he explained, it was useless. Let him figure it out himself. Just make sure he doesn't get killed while doing so.

The four vampires struggled for two minutes, then slowly bent their knees, cold sweat dripping from their foreheads.

"Hah! Only now do you realize? But it's too late—you've already ingested my Five Poisons Mind-Disrupting Powder. Within a day, your martial prowess will vanish entirely!" A terrifying smile appeared on Shangguan Yanran's icy face.

Lunch lasted until three in the afternoon, and the workers were all drunk into puddles of slime, completely passed out. The guards, however, had superior physical conditioning; though they'd drunk plenty too, their faces were only flushed, and their steps remained steady and even.

Back at the old master's villa, Liu Feng summoned the Blood Clan of the Thirteen Families, the Wolf King of the Wolf Tribe, and the Elder of the Mage Tribe into a secret chamber for a clandestine meeting. Of course, Jin Yuan—Liu Feng's most loyal companion—and the Four Idiots, as well as Jerry, also attended.

"Do you all see me, Ye Han, as a waste? If you want to say it, just say it! You're all old men—why act so prim and proper? Like some woman." Ye Han's words turned the elder's face a deep purple.

Su Bai began striking the outer layer of the container before him, but unfortunately, no matter how hard he pushed or how much force he applied, the glass refused to break—not even a single crack appeared.

Were there any other good ways to defeat the opponent? Albert couldn't think of any for the moment. Until now, he'd only resorted to frantic, relentless attacks—cutting the opponent's body to pieces, trying to find the Abyss Beast's weakness.

"You went too far. My hand's been bruised badly for days—only just cleared up a few days ago." "A few days" and "dozens of days" meant the same thing: many days.

The You family had been deeply rooted in this Tianhai Immortal City for so many years—how could they simply leave? Besides, living in Ye Chu's Qiankun World, the clan members would never agree.

The moment his foot left its original spot, a bullet grazed his pant leg and struck the stone behind him, sparking a trail of fire.

Ouyang Pingqiu was torn between laughter and tears—the people outside were clearly chasing Lin Fengyu, yet when they saw Ouyang Pingqiu in a skirt getting into the police car, they chased the police car too. Truly audacious.

Of course, today's Huaguo is far too powerful for Japan to match, especially in military strength—now, Huaguo is immensely powerful, and after such strength—

Yang Shanshan, who values her face so much, has lost all dignity today. I can't help wondering how she'll retaliate—will she come at me with a knife? I think she might.

The image of "that thing" before him far exceeded the Knight King's imagination.

Thor had long resented Athena. Though she once helped the Divine Realm escape crisis, he'd always felt uneasy about her involvement in Divine Realm affairs—she was like a time bomb planted by the Heavenly Gods among them, utterly unpredictable.

"Sister Yuxiu, you don't need to serve Your Majesty tonight—come to my room. I'll show you something wonderful." As he drew near, Yang Ding's voice dripped with lewdness; his rough hand reached out to touch Yuxiu's smooth cheek.

Watching those crystal-clear droplets fall from high above, shattering into mist, stirred an irresistible urge to swallow.

Mathilde Faria is a psychology professor; from a certain perspective, psychology experts are somewhat related to medicine—both had plenty to discuss regarding mind and body.

"Who knows?" Swallowing saliva, the pungent aroma wafted over, making the rioters guarding the city wall feel hungrier than before.

"Qinghan, why do you seem so down today?" Ai Xi didn't come empty-handed—she brought several bottles of the old man's prized cellar wines.

This floating island held only one city, and behind the city stood a colossal tree, its entire body dark as night, its roots embedded directly in the floating island. What made it even more unbelievable was the tree's sheer size—its lush foliage connected directly to the abyss above the Demon Realm's sky.

This is Jixiang City, the Le Clan's estate. To act so brazenly on the master's own ground would anger anyone. But Jixiang City needs to ally with the Five Ancient Gods, and the envoy sent is a descendant of the Ancient Gods—so action is impossible.