Chapter 515: Miss Sweet Potato

"This was built by humans." I stared in shock at the scene before me—how could anyone have built something so enormous by hand?

Feng Lin's face flushed with excitement, just about to brag about his glorious deeds and cast himself as the star of the show, when that single sentence tore his whole act to shreds.

The information was simply too much to take in; Shi Misi had no idea what Li Shang actually meant, his face a picture of blank bewilderment as he sat there driving straight ahead.

The fiend, thinking fast on his feet, dropped back and barely dodged the monkey's strike. But he was no ordinary foe—mid-fall he launched his next move, rolling on the spot and swinging both iron hands like twin hammers straight at the monkey's instep and ankle.

With the mindset of continuing through the maze, I pushed open the door—and the scene before me nearly dazzled my eyes.

The current strength of the Ninth Squad within the entire Dragon Group is unquestionably first; with three Earth-realm guardians striking together, that Song Qiu has no way to escape.

Monkey and Zhu Qing were so astonished they couldn't close their mouths. This was a strange weapon they had never seen before.

Within Lion Saint's territory, Tiger Saint, Python Saint, Bear Saint, Earth Dragon Saint, as well as Peng Jincai and the envoy from the Flame Qilin tribe had all gathered together, but Xu Weiyi was not among them—clearly she was not of their party.

Moreover, if the price were suddenly slashed too low, the other side might sense something fishy, so the only option was to push the price down as low as possible.

Just as the leaders were tripping over one another to fawn over Li Mi, Cheng Yaojin—the one who had caused all of this—sat there in complete silence. He had already claimed the lion's share of the credit; if he got to eat the meat, others deserved at least the soup, so Cheng Yaojin sat there with an easy conscience, watching those slow-witted generals frantically try to cozy up to Li Mi.

Wang Tong lowered his eyes, unaware of Zhao Ji's inner turmoil, lost in his own plans for the future—after this, he figured he probably wouldn't be able to stay here any longer.

At these words, Old Madam Fu gave a visible start; even Gu Zhengde could not hide his astonishment, and the rest wore looks of utter disbelief.

Now, the Mandate-of-Heaven person they had tacitly accepted was telling them she knew where the shackles binding their deepest longings came from. Though some among them harbored a trace of doubt, no one spoke up—they simply waited in silence for Gu Qingyu to continue.

At the same time, he promoted one by one the generals of the Tiger Guards and Palace Guard Corps who had pledged loyalty to him—Wang Lie, Li Yuan, Su Hai, Han Ming, Zhao Yi and others—ennobling them as generals and bestowing the title of Marquis Within the Pass. In an instant, the hearts of the people were set at ease and his authority was firmly secured.

At worst, their side would just burn through a bit more food per meal and toss in a few extra dishes for the Brocaded Guards while they were at it.

She had to become the very best version of herself, so that she could forever stand tall and proud beside Jin Yicheng.

Mouthing a single word, weeping silently—this was the sight that met Dantai Junyan's eyes when she saw Gongsun Lanting.

"Didn't the World Trade Center in New York get hit by planes? Are you okay?" Zuo Jianshe leaned over to the phone and asked.

The moment those words fell, Gu Yanchao, who had been brimming with hope, went limp in his seat, feeling the blood coursing through his body gradually turn cold.

Wound suppuration is extremely dangerous—it can bring on a fatal high fever. If the patient's own antibodies can't wipe out the virus, better antibiotics are needed, but the best cephalosporins had already been used up.

One was a thirty-meter-long, notoriously fearsome assassin-killer known as the Two-Headed Yin-Yang Python; the other was an ordinary mountain vulture, black all over—if one had to name a distinguishing feature, it would be that its feathers were exceptionally black, almost gleaming.

As he spoke, Chen Daozi shot a bolt of black light from the side, slamming into the star ring beside Ye Xingchen's flank—boom after boom—but failing to breach its defense.

"I know, but she's very innocent, and she's never hurt us, has she?" Xiao Chen said calmly.

When Dai Li left Shang Chaoge's residence, she spotted Linghu Bai, but in a foul mood she merely gave a nod—then immediately caught sight of Ghost Sword Sorrow.

Long Xuanyu said nothing more, his thin lips pressed tightly together; his gaze returned to that emerald lake as he fell into deep thought.

Chen Mo having a future meant he now had a way out. He wouldn't have to go back and fight his brothers, and Chen Jing breathed a quiet sigh of relief on his behalf.

"What kind of father is that? Even a beast knows to protect its young." Someone muttered in a low voice, seething with indignation.

"In accordance with imperial protocol, all arrangements for Prince Yu's funeral have been made. Tomorrow morning is the time for the procession, and I will personally attend!" Long Xuanyuan declared once more.

The next day, Qing Jun told Chen Jing that some abbess who had come from out of town told Li Shi that she must go eight days without eating, drinking only talisman water and chanting scriptures, in order to gather blessings for Chen Zhang.

The car pulled into the underground parking garage of the Chengyu Film and Television Base, and Xia Lingyi smoothly guided it into a parking space.

Mountain Fatty, who had been counted on to carry the weight, was the very first to be sent flying by that powerful gust of demonic wind.

Li Anjin wasn't determined to go after those people; he simply wanted Shen Mo to be able to hold her own in the company. He didn't want the people there to think Shen Mo was easy to bully, so he needed to "kill the chicken to scare the monkey"—he had no real intention of actually filing a lawsuit.

Luo Li pulled the blanket from beside the sofa over her legs, then pushed the design drawings she had prepared in advance across to the other party.

Two eighteen-star sets clashed violently in midair, and a ten-million critical-hit damage value flared up over Zhan Jin's body, shocking everyone present.

The Mo family was also affected—customers who had bought Luo Li's designs were returning them in droves, and those who couldn't get refunds flooded the official Weibo with calls for a boycott.

Seeing the knowing look in Zhou Zhengcai's eyes, the middle-aged doctor flushed with embarrassment. It was obvious Zhou Zhengcai already knew Li Sichun was about to arrive; his mind wasn't on the matter here, so he had deliberately handed him an excuse.

Gu Yuliang glanced at Xia Zhiming beside him; Xia Zhiming couldn't be sure about Xia Lingyi's approach either, but he trusted the current Xia Lingyi completely.

Everyone who saw the screen in person would want to glimpse the depths of the "Vessel Tower"—and he was no exception.

On this mountain, every household that owned fields would, come festivals and holidays, send him something or other, more or less.

It even dragged the entire Qin family's stock price into a nosedive; shareholders were up in arms, and the Qin family and the Qin clan had become a laughingstock for the whole nation.

Perhaps because of this string of battles, and after riding the train and sustaining the knight transformation for so long, she was genuinely worn out now.

It wasn't long before Chen Fengliang arrived outside the gates of the Enchanted Consort's palace. Because the Enchanted Consort was Zhou Yongzhong's master, Chen Fengliang didn't dare let his subordinates kick the door and barge in; instead he had them knock on the palace gates and wait for someone to come open them.