Chapter 830: Exposure and War

“Is this the secret manual the dog demon gave him?” Xiao Yu suddenly felt something, her voice filled with shock and doubt: “Could it be that huge black dog hiding in the reed marsh, the water bandit?”

“That’s the one! He’s disbanded his bandit stronghold, sworn allegiance to Xi Juan, and turned back into a sleek, glossy-black dog—now guarding the Xi family’s gate in Little Creek Village,” said the Night Walker.

Xiao Yu asked in surprise: “How did they even meet?”

As soon as she spoke, she realized something: “

All the females were stunned—what in the world had happened in just a breath? Were they safe now? And who was this enormous tiger-beast? Was it still a stray beast?

“Dragon Three.” At that moment, a cold, lifeless voice rang out from within the thick miasma.

After eating and drinking his fill, Sheng Xia tried to pay, but Meng Guihua refused; she didn’t argue, just dropped the money and walked away.

As the first wave of oil ignited the camp, the Western Merchant Guild’s cultivators arrived at the spot where the oil had been stored. Because Sai Dianchi had scattered his men everywhere, the defenses here were weak and easily breached; soon, more oil blazed throughout the camp.

Layer by layer, she peeled back the hide, revealing seven or eight glistening, translucent fruits inside—more than Awa had harvested.

Now, thousands of miles away in a foreign land, Zhang Chang’an found himself in even more perilous circumstances, facing a far more complex situation, and had to expend great effort to stir up chaos, bearing immense risk to support the army’s frontal assault.

In fact, had they had more time, installing cameras in the insect nest occupied by the Japanese would have been the best way to obtain direct evidence—but they were too eager to rescue the hostages, so they didn’t use this method.

Cui Yong’an had originally been reluctant, but when he heard Cui Qingde say it involved Su Yan and Cheng Bozhi, he obediently listened. Yet immediately afterward, he remembered what Su Yan had told him before he slipped into unconsciousness: that if nothing happened, he could go find her and Cheng Bozhi.

“There are two firepots in the room—I’m not cold at all.” Inside the quilt lay soft, fragrant warmth; Tian Song sat on the edge of the bed, too afraid to step inside.

The man-eating vine had evolved into the Illusory Vine. In its original form, its combat power was S-class; when transformed into human form, its overall combat power dropped to C-class, but it gained the ability to learn and replicate. All souls it killed were harvested and converted into required energy; continuous consumption of demon cores allowed it to evolve further.

Regardless of whether Lu Zhiyi was behind that photo, Shen Nu had no intention of getting close to him. For some reason, the moment she saw Lu Zhiyi, she felt a strange aversion—strange, because she’d never met him before, yet she couldn’t shake this feeling.

Leukemia patients can occasionally eat a little seafood; the barbecue shop also offers mild, boiled dishes with original flavor.

After the man received a slap from A Jin, he was dazed and reeling; when he looked up at the dagger, he couldn’t help but shudder.

The great river surged with grandeur, stretching hundreds of miles wide; its waters teemed with countless ferocious fish, and occasionally, fish dozens of zhang long leapt from the surface and crashed back down with heavy splashes.

Gao Yu was honest—he never considered lying to Urahara Kisuke about something that could be easily verified.

As the earthen palm continued its assault, the supermassive ice ball shattered repeatedly, until only a few fragments remained blocking Li Zhi’en’s path.

With this, Shen Zhou’s allies were now all assembled. Whether the enemy used covert schemes or open stratagems, he had the means to counter them instantly; now, all he needed to do was gradually lure the Phoenix Society and their overseas backers into the trap.

Hong Qiliang was on the phone, yet still dared not utter “that one’s” name—he seemed genuinely terrified.

“Oh, alright then.” His cousin sensed that Ming Huai was indeed hard to approach—polite on the surface, yet distant. She couldn’t help but worry for Jiang You: would the time she spent on this man end up as empty as a basket of water?