Chapter 774: The Time-Traveling Meng Yi

Xiao Yu hesitated for a long time before finally asking the question in her heart: “Did the Buddha say this, or did you yourself realize it?”

Her suspicion targeted not only Hua Guang’s speculation, but also the Buddha’s “kindness.”

What if the Buddha spoke one thing to your face but did another behind your back?

The Buddha didn’t even make a direct promise—this was just some crude fellow guessing at higher intentions.

Hua Guang shouted loudly: “Have you already forgotten what I just said?”

I have attained the Bodhisattva fruit.

Who could have imagined that in this desolate mountain forest, there would be such a modern place?

Wick and Johnny gradually grew bolder under Stephen’s command, often fighting outnumbered; otherwise, Wick wouldn’t have grinned at the police—he was such a rare black youth with such boldness that the police might as well have shot him on the spot.

Fang Bai had already injected the serum into Lin Xueqing’s arm; the serum flowed automatically into her bloodstream.

This was Renuo’s first real encounter with the BETA’s horror: their endless numbers would crush any enemy’s psyche.

On the other side, a roar echoed—Mo Ya faced a heavenly tribulation so terrifying that the void there twisted incessantly; any single thunderbolt could kill a warrior of the Ten Thousand Methods realm.

Fang Hansong sped like a bolt of lightning; Yun Xi felt as if he were driving a go-kart. Sitting in the front passenger seat, she immediately crawled into the back and clung to Yue Xi. Fang Hansong laughed awkwardly and slowed down.

But upon further thought, he relaxed—he had passed an ordeal so grueling that, if he guessed right, the combined challenges of the other two paths couldn’t match its difficulty.

The audience erupted again, but this time they didn’t unanimously support “Flower.” Lin Ranxing’s performance yesterday had moved many.

This time, the stone didn’t dodge or evade—he grabbed her fist outright. Before she could react, he executed a joint-dislocating technique. Yue Ying let out a muffled groan and retreated at high speed; her arm hung limp, half her combat power gone.

Jiang Yubai gave her a cold glance, then turned to Ji Qingqian and nodded. Ji Qingqian understood his meaning and slowly pushed the wheelchair closer to Elder Jiang.

Niece’s eyes now shone brighter than the bright moon above; she grabbed her brother and marched straight into the house, ignoring everything else, as if he were just a toy in her hand.

She suddenly realized: the clothes on Gong Yixiao’s body were the same ones she’d seen him wear when she visited the hospital.

Blood splattered onto the man’s pants, making him even angrier—he lifted one foot and stomped hard on Zhang Lei’s head.

Behind him, a guard drew his blade and jammed it into the lock, wrapping the hem of his robe around it to muffle the sound.

Under his perception, the fatigue and demonic yin interference rising within him were suppressed by the light radiating from the crystal.

He looked troubled, knowing Ji Qingqian disliked the Jiang family’s main branch; collecting some silver would make Ji Qingqian feel more at ease.

Luo Shan stared at the personnel list, lost in thought: apart from a few leaders, nearly everyone had been optimized—including her own subordinates.

“Is that so? If that’s the case, shall I summon Consort Hui for questioning?” Rong Luoge asked Su Ying directly; she was certain Su Ying wouldn’t dare agree.

The traps were indeed still active—we triggered more of them with this method, and more arrows shot out, turning the donkey’s head into a porcupine.

“Have time to accompany him?” Leng Mochen didn’t look at Zheng Zihao, but his tone clearly held no goodwill.

“I want to know—what’s going on with this child?” he asked in the same tone, his suppressed emotions churning beneath his chest.

The division of the treasure went very smoothly; both sides obtained what they wanted, and everyone was pleased.

Wang Kai recalled the online summaries: Nen types were closely tied to personality. Simple-minded, straightforward people tended to be Enhancement types—he wasn’t simple at all; he was already a seasoned veteran.