Chapter 65

In the theater.

The lights were dim.

Liu Jun stared blankly as a sleazy figure, under the gaze of countless eyes, timidly and cautiously hunched his head and sat down on a chair.

Looking at that figure!

Liu Jun shuddered violently, then locked his eyes onto him!

It’s him!

It’s him!

Definitely him!

This man is none other than the insane film Sun Wukong vs Superman!

I told you! The demons’ agitation must be because of the telescope! Su Ge smacked his thigh, confirming his guess.

Watching Vivian take up her purple-golden wood broom, its red bells jingling, as she flew toward the top of Hogwarts Castle, Fatty sighed, then sprinted toward the Star Gazing Platform.

“How did you two know I was here with the senior?” the black cat asked in surprise as they approached.

The vermilion gate of Miled Temple was violently smashed open; two blood-soaked figures flew backward into Puta Temple, landing like broken sacks and shattering dozens of white tiles.

And because she could never gain weight, apart from worrying about cavities, Xia You never held back—this bug-like physique filled Ling Se with envy.

Seeing Ba Shi already sprinting into an armored vehicle, Captain Lu immediately ordered his soldiers to rush into several armored infantry vehicles.

Mo Wudao and the others clearly realized this too; their expressions changed instantly, each meeting the others’ eyes with fierce battle intent.

Xu Xiang did not answer him. His eyes slowly widened, and his aged mind recalled a childhood scene.

“I don’t know,” Lucy shook her head lightly, a look of helplessness on her face. “I only know the vanguard has eaten four times.”

Master Miaoyin was Lin Zhuer and Xiao Meiyan’s savior; Xiao Meiyan would naturally not refuse to clear the day of Master Miaoyin’s enlightenment.

The old man barely managed to steady the cart—it looked simple, but was far from easy. First, carts back then mostly had one wheel, with two wooden supports holding the body in place; the hardest part was the barrel on top. Empty, it was manageable, but when half-full of feces and urine, a sudden stop caused it to sway violently back and forth.

Zhang Yong had been knocked out by the stench—but awakened by the fragrance. As soon as he regained consciousness, he smelled a rich, sweet aroma, as if strolling through a spring garden in full bloom, his mood uplifted, heart full of joy, any lingering gloom instantly swept away. He opened his eyes and saw the radiant Zhu Que.

At that time, Ghost God Dragon swore that, in this lifetime, he would break through this place to avenge his dead brother—this was also one of the key reasons he had promised those people.

Just as Tom was about to retrieve the items he had given to Chen Wei, the space bracelet was already on Chen Wei’s wrist, swinging gently, and the Alchemy Manual had been tucked away with it.

Lin Tian, pointed at by Zhao Yongqi, sat on the ground as usual, focused solely on the camera he had set up in front of him, grinning silently without replying. Yet the more he acted this way, the more his brothers became certain that the next shoot would be outdoors.

“So they sent assassins to kill me? These lofty aristocrats really don’t treat commoners as human beings?” Zhang Yong thought of Pan Ke, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

If there was one thing that made him willing to offend Meng Feng, it was Hei Si, who had died at Meng Feng’s hands.

“So you’re the Disciple of the State Tutor!” Feng Ni said calmly. It was common knowledge that the Second Prince of Da Qin, Qin Mo Xuan, was a disciple of the State Tutor Fang Dao Ling; since Li Mu studied under the same master as the Second Prince, he too was a disciple of State Tutor Fang Dao Ling.

Li Chenggui still refused to give up. After all, this was the royal capital—he had lived here for over a decade and knew its layout intimately. He retreated backward, his bodyguards now reduced to five, one of whom had a wounded arm, blood continuously streaming out.