Chapter 115

Gu Xiaoniang is killing a chicken!

When Chen Yan returned home and reached the courtyard gate, he saw Gu Xiaoniang standing in the yard, holding a speckled native chicken in one hand and a sharp, gleaming kitchen knife in the other.

The chicken thrashed wildly in Gu Xiaoniang’s grip, flapping its wings desperately—but how could it escape the control of a Tianren Realm expert?

Then they saw Gu Xiaoniang raise the knife, aiming at...

“Wu wu!” When all fell still, all they saw was him slowly rising, each breath seeming to stir the rhythm of heaven and earth, his robes fluttering, black hair swirling, his aura vast as an ocean, no trace of weakness left.

At that moment, Liu Ruyan’s heart settled—Shi Tian truly had a way! She gazed into Shi Tian’s eyes with even deeper affection.

But Lin Bafang still smiled and told her that the black dragon ring on his finger was a space ring, and even if an ordinary person obtained it, they could not open it.

Meanwhile, for Japan’s routinely cold society, this lively gaming environment greatly eased his inner loneliness.

Boom—the first meteor slammed into the golden mist of the Indestructible Fortress and was instantly ground to dust by the golden mist.

He was utterly certain that at that moment, some terrifying entity had sought to erase him, only to be blocked by other mysterious forces.

Ye Jiangchuan entered the River of Time, exhaled deeply, and walked along its flow.

At that moment, Chunyang glanced at the stele and saw carved upon its weathered, ancient surface a single line: Punish the wicked, eradicate evil, our victory is the peace of the world; we must know why we clench our fists, and our descendants must remember.

Unfortunately, he had thought the matter too simply. Zhou Cheng was no fool—his cultivation might barely reach the top tier of the martial world, but his battle experience, forged over two lifetimes, was more than worthy of the word “masterful.” When he held the upper hand, he had already anticipated Peach-Eye’s escape; now, how could he let him slip away so easily?

Faced with such blatant temptation, Li Lin displayed an unusually calm demeanor, walking out of the room as if nothing had happened—but no one could see the turmoil on his face after he closed the door.

Everyone who had previously suspected it was magic now wanted to slap themselves—this was beyond even illusionists’ reach; even magic would struggle to achieve it.

“You possess two abilities?” Winston’s tone was envious. Most supernaturals have only one ability; a few lucky ones, like Li Jingyun, are born with two—but they must pay double the cost.

“Take your wife home someday and let Mom and Dad see her. By the way, Mom watched the Host Competition and kept talking about Sister Feifei—if you bring her home, Mom will be laughing so hard she won’t be able to close her mouth,” Su Shishi said.

“Prepare for success, fail to prepare and you prepare to fail! Whether we fight or make peace—none of that is for us merchants to decide. Better to prepare early!” Chen Zaixing’s voice came from behind his newspaper: “But—” Chen Zaixing’s voice suddenly halted.

After seeing off Zhou Ruomin, Qin Tang took a calm, steady bath, then comfortably lay down on the soft, large bed.

Jin Yun was livid, his face dark with rage—these bastards were utterly shameless, and worse, deep inside, he was already beginning to worry about Chen Xi.

She was peerlessly elegant, dazzlingly transcendent, her combat prowess equal to Chen Xiaoyun’s—a brilliant jewel of the Chen clan.

The old man rummaged through the cabinet inside the room for money, glancing out the window glass at Wang Xin.

Sweat coated his forehead, his expression off—no trace of his usual arrogance or supreme, world-conquering grandeur.