Chapter 285: Good Best Friend

Duoduo was just small, not stupid; seeing the reactions of the people across from her, she knew she'd scared them.

She quickly pulled her head back into place, but in her panic, she twisted it crooked.

Though she quickly righted it, the sight still delighted Dou Dou, who sat across from her, held in Jiang Tao's arms.

"Hehe~, crooked neck, so fun…"

She was delighted, but Jiang Tao, holding her, felt her heart pounding.

A white domestic SUV slowed to a perfect stop before the electronic sliding gate of Donghai Experimental School, then honked twice briefly.

Wei Yi hurriedly helped Er Ban to his feet and carried him into the mansion, summoning physicians, but not a single master of the medical arts could cure him. One physician diagnosed the strange illness as caused by fright, excessive fatigue, and overstimulation, and feared it would be incurable for life.

The Void Prophet Malzahar unleashed his ultimate, Grip of the Underworld, instantly immobilizing Akali; the prolonged duration allowed the Abyssal Maw to unleash furious damage.

The monk Fa Nu was thrown out of the underground tunnel, which had been blasted open, and from it stepped a masked figure radiating murderous aura, clutching a strange iron tool emitting intense light.

Having made up his mind, there was nothing left to say; Jiang Yin mechanically shouted a few lines about sparing those who surrendered, then smashed the main hall's door with one palm. Under Jiao Li's lead, they easily reached Lv Mo's seclusion chamber.

After the Licker zombie died, a larger, darker blue crystal floated out—bigger than a regular zombie's—and when Ye Xiao absorbed it, his stamina recovered considerably.

Ye Xiao silently waited for the system update to finish, then fell silent. But then he thought: it was only natural—if he could freely use the power of his Zhiyejiansheng, he wouldn't just dominate this world, he could reshape its history.

Like a dam bursting open and spewing water, one after another, several students who had been seated by the right-side windows and looking out had all claimed they saw the ghost of Wu Qintong standing by the roadside.

Thus, with this mindset, Fei Qi adopted an extremely humble, even flattering tone in the following small talk, and the bank attendant's efficiency noticeably improved.

"So you're from Yun Tian Kingdom now?" Bing Lan was disappointed; An lowered her head.

Ma Han finally turned to look at the guard who had shouted, then at Cai Zong crouching before him. A sly grin spread across his face.

Lady Li had really meant to say: if Madam Zhang had properly disciplined her son in the usual course of things, this wouldn't have happened.

The boys they spoke of… liking fair-skinned boys… Su Yuebai felt her nausea deepen; if only she could move, she would have vomited right then.

But when she saw the memorial from Rehe, her hand paused, and for a long time, she did not open it.

Saying this, he turned away from Lin Chenyu and walked straight out of Qiankun Palace; precisely because he didn't look up, he failed to notice the hurt in Lin Chenyu's eyes, or the blood at the corner of his mouth.

Instead, he watched Su Jiu lead Su Yuebai into the bridal chamber, his heart filled with a tangle of emotions.

In an instant, golden light blazed across the world, piercing the heavens; the sharp dragon claws curved like hooks, lashing toward Liu Danshen atop the city wall.

For a moment, his mind went utterly white, as if sound, sight, and heart had all been smothered—but the next second, sunlight broke through the clouds and fell.

"Didn't you hear what the clan master said?" Tang Ying's voice was like a death knell. Tang Zhi stepped forward from the crowd, bowed to Tang Ying, then silently leapt into the pit.

Though the disparity in numbers in this battle was indeed extreme, it certainly didn't reach the point of total rout.

Zhu Xiongying smiled in satisfaction; he decided to stop selling matchlock guns and begin selling muzzle-loading flintlock guns instead. In truth, he had only one hundred thousand matchlocks, and after selling them, he had no intention of producing more.