Chapter 297

Xiao Yue calmly finished the remaining noodles, set down her chopsticks and bowl, thanked Du Xiuzhi, then walked steadily over to Duo Duo.

Duo Duo was still standing in place, shaking her head and spinning in circles; every three turns she paused to wiggle her hips and sway her body, as if dancing a comical routine—ridiculous yet undeniably adorable.

"Enough, stop spinning—keep going and you'll shake Dou Dou apart," Xiao Yue said.

Duo Duo

His tone remained polite and gentlemanly, but it was clear he was angry—not at Ninety-Nine, but at the demon attack on Koswor City.

In the following days, a gray business van frequently came and went from Leying Food Factory at night.

The host had already announced the end of the competition and Liu Wen's victory, but Liu Wen, now enraged, had no intention of letting this scapegoat off so easily.

Startled by Zi Wu's outburst and hearing Cai Qing's words, they realized that if they didn't pay up today, they'd never leave the Song family's gate; the couple silently vowed never again to let their children follow Shi Tou to cause trouble, get into fights, suffer the consequences, and end up paying compensation.

"Fine, I should meet my brother-in-law!" Xiao Jiuchong didn't suspect a thing and immediately agreed to Leng Huaping's suggestion without asking a single question.

Huang Kui didn't dodge—he absorbed the blow with his bare flesh, and the force of the palm strike rebounded off his powerful body.

Though his current life was supremely comfortable, gazing across the cosmos, he saw no empire that never fell; he had seen endless generations of mortals, yet never a dynasty that endured. Absolute power granted him unparalleled luxury and earthly bliss, but it could not guarantee his descendants would forever enjoy such supreme blessings.

Dark represented its devouring power, like an endless abyss; light, by contrast, was precisely what could counteract dark.

Since Su Jinxi was facing away from Shangguan Sichen, he could not see her expression or know her true state at that moment.

The next afternoon, Du Le kept her appointment at a Sichuan restaurant in Fuyong City to meet the factory manager of the hardware mold plant and inspect the sample quality and design.

The new weapon was something resembling an automatic grenade launcher; they only knew the two types of shells it fired were deadly—Chang Lin had named them Red Mushroom and White Mushroom.

Luo Tian didn't answer; he walked toward the "playground" under absolute gravity. On the "playground," some non-students were running, but their speed was very slow.

Modern destroyers can carry out ground attack, escort, reconnaissance, patrol, alert, mine-laying, fire support, and shore-target assault missions, earning them the title "Maritime Jack-of-All-Trades."

"Not your place, outsider!" Xiong Xiaobai shoved An Weichen aside and headed for her bedroom.

Long Qianxun, flying toward the snow-capped peak, suddenly halted halfway—he had encountered an acquaintance, the very person who had helped him earliest upon arriving in the Immortal Realm; Long Qianxun now felt a strange fate connecting them, for this was their third meeting.

Seeing their faces turn pale, he knew they were terrified; had it not been for their longstanding loyalty and gratitude, they would have fled long ago. Zhong Shan knew that unless he explained clearly today, they wouldn't grow more loyal because of this miraculous display—they'd only grow fearful and reverent.

Saying this, he apologized to Zhong Shan, hung up, and drove off in his secondhand Jinbei van, used for transporting goods.

Since that bloody battle turned the Mohei Mountains into a hellish wasteland, the demonic beasts of Mohei Mountains had scattered in all directions, fleeing for their lives.