Chapter 203: Evil God

Seeing an object rush straight at him, Shen Siyuan reached out directly and grabbed the opponent.

"Hehe~ Sweet potato pot pot... you... you..."

Watching Dou Dou had been laughing happily at first, but upon seeing the surrounding situation, she was so terrified that she clung to Shen Siyuan's arm like a sloth, trembling all over, nearly scared out of her mind.

Yet Shen Siyuan's expression was extremely serious.

Because Dou Dou could appear here, it meant the Netherland was not another

Qin Ming was merely puzzled at the time; clearly, the department where Tang Jianguo worked and the place he stayed were separated by a hundred thousand miles within Helen, so how could he encounter people from their department one after another today?

Song Yuan cursed inwardly that this guy had made them vomit blood with his chopping, yet he still wanted a free gift. Originally, he intended to tell him after payment that since it was the lowest floor-crashing price, there were no gifts, but now stuck in this awkward position, he dared not speak those words, fearing the rare order would change its mind.

After all, reaching the peak already allowed one to borrow the power of heaven and earth; moreover, his strength, even without the aid of the Heart Lamp, was already half-step to perfection, so a single Evil-Repelling Talisman was easily within his grasp.

Hearing Huang Shang's words, Cheng Xin felt somewhat unhappy. She knew Cheng Gang must have seen her achievements in Helen, which prompted him to think of opening a record department; originally, she had intended to refuse Cheng Gang this way.

Of course, this might also be related to the special environment of the Nether River; combined with his cultivation being exhausted several times until he was nearly at the point of a dying lamp, relying on his own will to pull through was equivalent to unleashing his potential, so making progress was understandable.

Qi Hao's so-called treatment method was, of course, nonsense, but in the Otherworld, such a condition called Bone-Depression Inflammation did indeed exist.

Liu Dingtian had already clearly observed the surrounding environment; the feeling it gave him was very much like the volcanic rock cave deep within Black Tiger Mountain—equally hot. At that time, he obtained the Soaring Dragon Flame Fruit there, which saved his life, and simultaneously subdued the remnant soul of the Fire Dragon, opening his true path of cultivation.

Zeter no longer wished to deal with him and turned to look at Yilona, only to discover that Yilona was staring at him.

"What's wrong?" Qin Ming spoke first, asking Huang Shang. He knew Huang Shang would not call him lightly unless something urgent was at hand.

In just one minute, the old man fell into a coma. After waking up, he could not remember anything from the past month, and things from before that month would be forgotten at random; for instance, he might know who his son was but forget his own name. In this way, the person was not ruined, yet was equivalent to a useless waste.

She answered Shen Mingkai's phone call, and after hanging up, she deleted the call records from Shen Mingkai's phone. Shen Mingkai said, "No wonder Xinxing has been acting strange lately; the trigger was here all along."

However, he also realized he could not say those words; he did not know that at this moment, Shiling was sighing over his own body.

Guanyin was very satisfied; in the previous exchange, the Immortal Venerable had not shown any rage, obviously indicating she cared little about Tang Seng's matter.

Qi Jin was moved involuntarily; the annual salary offered by the other party merely surprised him, but this sentence truly moved him.

Even though he had already guessed the truth and knew clearly that he would surely die today, his momentum had not weakened by even a fraction.

Seeing He Xing's hesitant appearance and her slightly serious expression, Shen Mingkai concluded that He Xing knew his intention in hanging that painting in the corridor.

Some were like fleeting light, flashing by in an instant. Others existed for a long time, deceiving the eyes and ears, making the false appear real.

The Doom Guards' strength was no less than that of the Deep Goblins, even slightly superior; even with the front row of twenty-five Doom Guards holding shields in one hand, they blocked this round of hand-axe throwing attacks. The shield formation was not smashed, and not a single warrior was injured.

As soon as she stepped into the ward, Ran Ran could not control her tears, filled with a hundred kinds of self-blame and a thousand kinds of self-criticism, leaving Mingyue utterly helpless.