Chapter 78: 077 Go to the Internet Cafe to Find My Cousin (Request First Subscription)

Heaven’s Universal Info: Do you know who we are? Let me tell you, the consequences of offending us are extremely serious.

But then again, what’s most important is what Lao Bai actually got? Those things must’ve been quite important, right?

Wei Jie shook his head in confusion; this person must be Zhu YingTai without a doubt—her face showed not the slightest trace of makeup, nor was she wearing a mask to prank him, yet how could such an unbelievable thing exist in this world?

Tong Shuya asked casually, and upon seeing Fatty, all her previous worries vanished as if they’d never been, her mood lifting instantly.

It was indeed a grave mistake—the Federation had only one mother planet; if the enemy used a nuclear bomb to take it hostage, it would become a catastrophe beyond imagination.

Fat Long, even with his thick skin, found it deeply unnatural to hear, but since even his elder brother called Bing Shu “Uncle Bing,” he dared not act rashly and could only listen silently, waiting to see what would happen.

This time, Lan Wufeng invited him both to repay the favor and to deliver one piece of information to Song Ming, and also to part ways and go their separate paths.

The heavens and earth trembled, all things perished together; in the darkness that engulfed the land, not a single trace of spiritual energy remained—all turned to dust.

That figure’s fists exploded with golden light, and behind him, a green dragon shadow let out a deafening dragon roar that echoed through heaven and earth.

He no longer delayed; Tian Mo left the palace fortress—naturally, in complete secrecy.

Hearing this, Xiao Yu turned with a look of confusion; two days ago, Xiao Yu had slain the Soul Emperor—Aisen—and had been traveling nonstop since.

After Gandalf finished speaking, he swept his wide sleeve, and a burst of wind element instantly scattered the thick dust, revealing Xiao Yu’s figure clearly before Gandalf’s eyes.

“Where did you go? Why weren’t you in the room just now?” Mu Yiyi didn’t look up at Qiao Hanyan’s face, for she had never harbored any doubt about this person.

Xiao Ran didn’t look further; once he confirmed there was no danger nearby, he immediately scrambled up the crooked tree.

Following Big Deng, we walked forward in silence; at every corridor, we pressed against the wall, cautiously peering ahead to check for ambushes.

“Ron, haven’t we not seen each other for twenty years?” Laens smiled gently at Ron, as if greeting a long-lost friend.

However, Wu Jie couldn’t use these gems yet—after all, the equipment he’d seen so far, aside from the Spring Water Sword he’d obtained from the Warrior Guild Master when he first left the Xinshoucun , had all lacked slots.

What relieved Chen Yu was that Zhang Li didn’t blame him, which made him walk even faster. Since you, Zhang Shaotian, are unkind, don’t blame me for being unrighteous.

The coffin looked strange in every way, yet just staring at it, he couldn’t pinpoint any issue—it was merely a brand-new coffin, freshly crafted, the lacquer still visibly wet, the strong scent of ink still lingering.

Unfortunately, he could do nothing at all—his body was embedded in the wall, sunk more than a foot deep, leaving Wu Jie with not even a shred of strength to move.

Looking around, Qi Hao spotted a good spot: two rocks flanking a narrow groove, where the waves would rush in and fill it, then recede.

Thus, after briefly enjoying campus life, Zhou Wutian immediately issued a battle order, and through the Ten Thousand Stars Guide, the order spread across his entire domain within the time of a single cup of tea—the great war was imminent.

Bao Min took the scroll, glanced at it, and saw it stated that Wanbao Hall would collaborate with the Bao Clan, with the Bao Clan responsible for selling fine hemp cloth within Fang State’s borders, sealed with Wanbao Hall’s official stamp.

Qin Ming laughed only after Cheng Xin left the kitchen; Cheng Xin’s gluttonous expression was simply adorable—he laughed while stir-frying, this was the last dish, ready to be taken off the heat.

Having served in Jingcheng for nearly a year, Jiang Anyi found it far less satisfying than his time in Huazhou; in the imperial hall, he accomplished nothing; in his office, he achieved no real results; outwardly harmonious, yet behind the scenes, he faced constant gossip, hidden daggers, and open threats—he felt utterly drained.

The God of Time and Space sent several generals to guide us; we flew to the end of the encampment, where the greatest concentration of divine clan warriors gathered—on the sky and ground alike, experts were everywhere, densely packed, filling the place to bursting.

The first thing he said upon entering the upstairs was already an effort—the intended meaning was: How did you end up here?

Si Nuo glanced at Du Yuan; Du Yuan said nothing, but turned to face the mountain peak, listening to the crisp, clear chime of the wind bells as he stood against the wind.

The reporters scattered like startled birds and beasts—they’d received red envelopes and were tasked with spreading word of Qin Yue’s press conference to maximize its impact.

“Mother, please spare him!” Gu Yue pleaded to Shan Yao, the sect leader of Qionghua, from over thirty zhang away; yet the previous strike had already left Shan Yao nearly humiliated beyond recognition.

But Xiang Yu never expected his younger brother would sacrifice the lives of Chu people to annihilate the Qin army.

Some scholars believe the title of Earl originated from continental Europe, in France around 900 AD, where an Earl was a vassal of a Duke.

“Immediately.” Liu Yan knew the urgency of the matter and dialed her grandfather’s phone without delay.

After they entered, they rolled a massive boulder to seal the cave entrance, leaving only a pair of eyes visible, silently watching the outside.