Chapter 126: [Mirror World] (6800)

The sickly boy fainted; Ruan Meng exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, feeling her breathing grow smoother.

Xue Mingzhu nodded hastily in agreement, then glanced at Old Lady Lin and saw her exhaustion could not be hidden—she knew the old woman was simply too aged to bear it.

The person outside received no reply from within, so they pushed the door open themselves and walked in with casual arrogance.

If Jun Wujie found out about this, given his nature, he would only ignore her further.

She was five years older than Lewis, and though it was a marriage of convenience, she gave him all her love.

His wife, of course, never played by the rules—Zheng Xiaoyue was no match for her.

Just as she was about to speak, she saw her grandmother staring fixedly at her grandfather with a look of tender affection—clearly, she was being terribly inconsiderate to be chatting about recipes with Lin Peng at this moment.

“You child, it’s already noon—what are you doing in your room that you forgot to eat lunch? You even made me come here to call you,” Fang Mulin said.

These memories came without warning; it hadn’t prepared itself, and the mental disarray threw it into a state of rage. Its monkey self-awareness began to blur, its demonic energy surged chaotically—if Yun Chi hadn’t entered to guide its qi, it would have already fallen into demonic deviation.

Though everyone faintly sensed something unusual, no one could guess what had actually happened.

But Zhou Yi turned and waved to Haimels and Papastathopoulos, signaling them to move forward and seize the zone.

That day, the human starry sky trembled violently, for the Undying Dragon Ship soared across the heavens, followed by one terrifying presence after another beyond imagination—legendary artifacts appeared en masse, filling layer upon layer of starfields, casting vast shadows over the Five Wastes, like a solar eclipse that darkened heaven and earth.

Thick white makeup and powdered cheeks appeared behind the crew like a ghostly presence in the dimly lit aftermath of filming.

After setting the football in place, He Ying sprinted and kicked—it flew toward the lower-left corner of the goal, a theoretically impossible angle to save.

Many tasks were handed over to the prisoners—digging iron ore, digging coal, even sewing our uniforms—all done by Japanese captives.

Those stall workers who didn’t look like real merchants and grabbed weapons at the first sign of trouble were likely sent by the original tenants—he rented out the stalls, so he had to ensure their business ran smoothly.

Unfortunately, three years later, the woman he thought he’d never meet again was lured and coerced onto the Chongqing Party’s ship by the shameless Wang Leehom.

The CIA’s Istanbul outpost was, in fact, a secret prison for interrogating spies. Of course, the U.S. government and the CIA denied this.

The man glared fiercely at Wang Hailiang, snarling, “Wang Hailiang, I’ll f*** your mother!” as he snatched up a metal skewer and swung it toward Wang’s body.

Because they couldn’t tell if Dortmund’s slowness was a feint, Atlético Madrid still chose to hold their defensive lines, unwilling to press out and risk a counter.

Judging by the drone’s behavior, humans really might be hiding underwater—though building a city beneath the sea isn’t easy, it’s certainly not impossible.

With a sharp “whoosh,” Hongwu felt a sudden lurch—the scenery before him shifted, and he found himself standing in empty space.

They were now in the BJ Base City; if sent back to the original site of TJ, they’d probably never find it.

As for what dangers she might face, or who would rescue her if Su Ming didn’t come—Shen Mu hadn’t really considered any of that; in truth, she was still preoccupied with Su Ming’s safety.

Gu Aotian named a few names, then waved them over, introducing each one to Yang Tian in turn.

With his injury and the annihilation of his hundred thousand elite troops along with the demonic army, he knew he no longer had the right to challenge Yun Feiyang.

Yang Tian was confused—could one cultivate “thought ability” without breaking through to Human Immortal?

Each generation’s guardian clan chief devoted themselves entirely to sealing laws, and this staff greatly amplified sealing laws—up to double the power, at minimum fifty percent.

After a martial artist breaks through to Semi-Immortal, they may forge the most sacred contract with a supreme treasure, becoming its Life Immortal Seal.

“You know what you did—do you really need me to ask?” Jiang Liran snorted, his tone thick with anger.

On the third day of the tenth month, Emperor Chongming passed away in the Zicheng Palace. The Third Imperial Prince Sheng, favored by Heaven’s mandate and blessed by the ancestral spirits, inherited the late emperor’s final decree, ascended the throne in proper succession, and assumed the imperial title, changing the era name to Jingning.

“She just fell asleep—can I relay your question? Otherwise she’ll have to get dressed and come all the way over for nothing,” Lan Jianshi said to Yun Musheng, recalling that Mei Jianshi had just eaten and gone to sleep.

Lin Huanhuan stared at Jiang Liran’s back, her knuckles clenched tight, hating Ji Hanno—if not for her, Liran would have taken her on a trip.

In an instant, he appeared before the door of a single-story house, swallowed hard, wiped his hands, then gently pried open the lock.

“Hehe~” Bai Fuling suddenly laughed, “Of course, but I have conditions.” She narrowed her eyes, studying Duanmu’s expression closely.

Behind Number One Kuang San, the lifeless Heavenly Melody clones all turned around simultaneously, eyes wide, staring at Jin Yao—the young man who looked slightly better than they had in their former lives.

Carol nodded slightly; though she had lived in space for all these years, she had never returned to Earth.

Space twisted violently, then a spatial passage emerged. Two figures shot out in an instant, landing on the plain.

Han Yue smiled and said nothing—this time, she truly understood: she must grow stronger, not for herself, but to fulfill Shiqi Kuangsan’s dream.