Chapter 299: Deceived for a Week

A week passed in the blink of an eye; these past few days, Shen Siyuan had been quite busy.

Besides handing over his current work, he was dining with various people.

First, he ate with Ding Youguang alone.

Shen Siyuan finally understood why Ding Youguang had still acted incredibly enthusiastic after he withdrew from the project: it turned out he hoped that if they started their own venture later, Shen Siyuan could invest in them.

After all, Shen Siyuan's girlfriend drove a Ferrari.

"Look at you! It's just that my wound hurts a bit, that's all, really!" Li Xianglan said reproachfully. She struggled to sit up, only to find her legs were exposed, and her face instantly flushed red as she tried to shrink back under the covers.

Gazing at the cave entrance, he saw a giant snake, its body bent, standing upright, with black scales shimmering with a dark, chilling light.

Shaking her head, Guan Luoying put these thoughts aside and hurried toward the post station with focus; it was noon, and Qi Liwen and the others should still be at the post station.

Lin Feng's smile still lingered on his face, but the tires suddenly burst with a loud noise, and the car got stuck right where it was.

In our bodies, before the brain is activated, the brain is merely a lump of flesh. Think about it: flesh has no thoughts, no consciousness; how can it control our bodies? If it is not the brain, then what is it that controls human activity?

After being struck a few times, Yan Ling realized her movements were definitely no match for Zhang Ge's; she was losing simply due to lack of proficiency.

Qin Feng and Deng Qiming could only helplessly take them, wrote their names on them, and handed them back to Zhao Kuang.

Li Siwei and the others returned in haste, only to see the northeast corner of the camp already crowded with people; some were bustling about hurriedly, while others looked around with anxious expressions.

Although the sword in Yang Jian's hand had an unpleasant name, it was a divine weapon. Yet Zhou Hongyun could see that his realm had already sublimated, so how could he still dare to be so arrogant? Yang Jian instantly felt as though he had been insulted.

However, upon hearing this, Luo Su fell silent. She did not truly want to go to war with Li Shangshan; their relationship had not yet reached a life-or-death stage. Moreover, Li Shangshan was powerful, and she did not know if he had a sect behind him. Thinking of this, she helplessly looked to her third grandfather, Luo Tiande, for help.

Watching the liquid filling the sky with a spiritual aura, its vitality incredibly vigorous, falling like brilliant meteors and like bright raindrops constantly sliding down from the heavens, Ling Fei was not entirely certain.

Even in ordinary households, two flower lanterns would be placed at the entrance, praying for favorable weather, family harmony, and peace throughout the world.

In their view, merely possessing the Manmiao Ruyi Bell for defense, facing Chen Mo who was only at the seventh layer of Qi Condensation, should be enough to stand in an invincible position. Add to that the heavy sword, which was powerful and carried an Earth-element Cultivation Technique; if they still couldn't win under such circumstances, was there any justice in the world?

He did not expect the hatred of the Mizuki clan toward him to be so deep that they would recklessly seek trouble with him even in such a chaotic battle.

Several months passed, and a tunnel about a thousand zhang deep was finally dug out by Man Tianxing's perseverance. When he felt that the tomb chamber below had been breached, Man Tianxing smiled proudly and then leaped down.

However, he did not expect that upon meeting again, his loved ones had already perished, leaving only a coffin and a spirit tablet. How could Wu Qianqiu and Feng Meier, who as parents had always been filled with guilt and love for Feng Wu, bear this? How immense must the grief in their hearts have been at that moment?

Xie Danchen felt her body grow light as the man's entire slender figure was pulled into his embrace. The man's warm body was like a furnace; a warm current passed through her thin chiffon dress, continuously radiating from his body. In a short while, her wet dress seemed to have had its moisture drawn out, becoming dry and fresh.

Blood splattered everywhere. Milky white brain matter sprayed out as he kicked forcefully with all his might. Beneath his foot, everything was utterly smashed to pieces, and Eagle Eye's skull had turned into a pool of mush.