Chapter 670: Entering Chaos, Witnessing Creation

Tianpeng left.

Before leaving, he asked Xiao Yu to release Fangfeng Ji from her sleeve and earnestly invited him to join the Heavenly River Army as a "Guardian Heavenly God."

Fangfeng Ji shook his head repeatedly, saying he had a family and livelihood and did not wish to become a heavenly god.

"This 'heavenly god' is indeed not a profession for a decent person."

After Tianpeng departed in disappointment, Xiao Yu said.

Fangfeng Ji said: "Yet many mortals still wish to become heavenly gods. Do you believe

With Hong Ye's status and connections in Qingshan Town, labeling Gao Feng as a level-three disabled person and using that to send Wang Long to prison would be a matter of seconds.

"I was just teaching her a lesson, making her understand some rules." Bian Qingran spoke with unyielding resolve. In the past, she would never have done such a thing. But now, she had embraced death.

"Of course it's true. Once Grandpa takes all these pills and your health improves, I can help you establish your foundation—you'll be able to cultivate too," Ling Chen said firmly, watching the excited old man.

If you can't find the problem in half a day, tinkering here and there, you'll waste enormous time without ever identifying the root issue.

"I can't refine it myself, but don't forget I have this!" Tang Tang extended her right hand, revealing the Shennong Cauldron resting in her palm.

As the special task force began their operation, the judges also boarded helicopters bound for the finish line, where they would await the team's arrival.

If JD's CEO Liu Qiangdong weren't from Suqian, why would JD's major warehouse hub in northern Jiangsu be built in Suqian? If Ma Yun weren't from Hangzhou, why would Alibaba's headquarters be in Hangzhou? Examples like these are countless.

Whether in her work or friendships, everything was measured solely by money, utterly disregarding her feelings, or the character and conditions of others.

It was just a meal—neither side could extract genuine emotion; once the necessary words were spoken, they parted "amicably."

Instantly, he felt clarity flood his mind, and a superb Xue family spear technique unfolded in his hands, directly meeting the black shadow's seemingly devastating Crimson Blood Sword assault.

He saw an old man over seventy, thin and wiry, yet incredibly sharp and efficient, along with five young people aged twenty, thirty, and forty.

"It's because too much grain and equipment are being transported—this time, the court truly intends to wipe out the Qinzhou bandits once and for all," Zhang Shiduan said, somewhat disappointed by the answer.

In normal times, Yaxinge would have considered people like Lai a promising candidate, and his selection would have been perfectly normal.

Chu Man introduced her stylist to Jiang Tianyi, then hurried off to the tech field. Jiang Tianyi donned her outfit, had her hair braided, and two vines inserted—she looked exactly like a forest princess.

"Jenny, how's it going?" Nathan entered his dedicated writing office and saw the beautiful Jenny; her typewriter had stopped, and a thick stack of manuscript lay before her.

At this point, Nathan going to serve as an instructor on the British aircraft carrier group seemed utterly out of place. Though Britain and America were as close as two people sharing one pair of pants, British naval carriers were simply not Nathan's thing.

"Don't kill me! The thing I gave you is the latest zombie serum!" Yang San screamed, clinging to his last hope.

Zeng Qiang drew his pistol from his waist, chambered a round, and gave a warning gesture to those behind him.

Zhang Zhe suddenly deflated—he had concealed this for so many days, fearing she'd worry, yet she knew everything. In fact, Chen Chen had known since her first day at work, but simply hadn't told Zhang Zhe.

The demon had a grotesque form: its upper body was covered in eyes across its claws and head, its lower body bore two thick, powerful legs, and behind it trailed a long tail bristling with razor-sharp backward-pointing spines.

I'm struggling a bit—his gun skills look excellent, and his weapon isn't ordinary. This gun is clearly modified; its range and power far exceed those of standard firearms. I never expected such a crude exterior to conceal such refined equipment.

Neither Zhang Delai nor "Hua Muer" sensed anything amiss; only after they had walked far away did "Hua Muer" break free from Zhang Delai's grip.

The so-called insect hive is, in fact, a process of constant evolution and transcendence—who is born naturally destined to become a hive?

This matter was revealed to everyone by Wuwei True Person only after the Heilong Sect members had withdrawn.

Hua Muer froze in place; before she could react, she saw Qingqing clinging to Shi Wuxin, and the entire vine glowed with emerald light.

What good fortune, what marriage to ward off misfortune—how could an emperor be deceived by such nonsense? Besides, Yuan Zhuo had already knelt before him and confessed his "mistake" before the action even began; had he not pleaded desperately, the emperor would never have agreed to his absurd antics with merely a two-character princely punishment.

She had barely climbed the tree when she spotted a snake descending it—the snake's head met hers eye to eye.

Though he could afford to ignore the big shots, how could Li Ping'an afford to ignore the faces of Jiang Zhiyan and Yan Xue, his two chief wives? He hurried out with a smile.

Song Xier smiled faintly at him, ignored Zhao Yulin, and walked off toward her office on her own.

As the ghosts turned and walked away, the surrounding black mist slowly dispersed, revealing the glow of streetlights and traffic signals.