Chapter 130

Ning Feiwu and Yi Linfeng rested briefly; seeing the medicinal effects take hold, the Snake King was the first to recover. It writhed its massive body and nudged Yi Linfeng’s slender frame with its huge head, affectionately—earning a burst of laughter from Yi Linfeng, who patted its head in return.

The spirit ring formed in a horn-like shape, countless wooden spirit needles materializing in midair and shooting downward toward the line-snake’s position.

“She really said that?” Jiang Chengyan turned back; though his tone remained icy, a subtle difference could be felt.

Not only did she abuse her son, she even denied him food—before Bai Yan, he was surely finished.

Ye Feng’s three hundred thousand troops were burned down by more than half, leaving fewer than fifty thousand; he was so enraged he nearly spat blood.

Seeing her obediently produce the token and maintain a calm demeanor, the man glanced at it a moment longer before finally looking at the token itself.

With a thunderous boom, Lingyu Peak trembled; next, the spirit banner split cleanly in two with a sharp “whoosh,” its spiritual energy drained and useless.

“Ning’er, were you just sneaking glances at me? How dare you look but not dare admit it?!” Gu Yanmo smirked, his expression doting.

Bai Yan only had energy during meals; once full, she grew drowsy again. But perhaps Jiang Chengyan’s words had taken effect—this night, she slept in his arms.

“Ning’er, I didn’t mean to deceive you. I had my reasons. If you hadn’t been so eager for a child, I wouldn’t have told you now,” said Gu Yanmo.

An Qing blushed furiously, shooting Yan Qi a scathing glare, her beautiful eyes hiding an indescribable shyness.

Peng Yuan, being impulsive, started bustling first thing the next morning—negotiating personally with Capital TV while calling former CCTV colleagues to recruit a large team for her new studio.

As the cleaver neared Gu Jinwu’s toes, Chen Zirui’s hand paused slightly, as if this strike shouldn’t be delivered.

How could the Mind Beast, a sentient Digimon, possibly not know the origins of these three Digimon before it?

Because if Lin Yihong seized the position of clan head, then as his son, he would become the next head of the Lin Clan.

After the iron spike pierced in, countless snowflakes like ten thousand steel blades swept across Wang Xiubei’s eyes.

But Wu You was no longer the young man who had just received the system years ago; in fact, counting his years, he was nearing forty, though his appearance had not aged.

Her father, Shen Hongqi, had suddenly collapsed at work a few days ago—his colleagues rushed him to the hospital, where doctors found a tumor in his brain, its shape suggesting malignancy.

Soon, each of them carried a windproof lantern. Li Le knew nothing of the village, so he let them guide him to Li Xunhuan.

Nian Xin’s face bore large patches of unnatural flush; her breathing was heavy, her lips cracked, her body shivering.

Tang Shan saw her refuse to leave and inwardly groaned—foolish girl, street brawls weren’t something a young woman should meddle in.

Why, when Ouyu Ye’s gaze clearly revealed tenderness toward her—even reluctance to see her hurt—did he repeatedly push her away, refusing her closeness?

Yun Luotian raised his hand; a brilliant blue staff appeared, inlaid with blue gems at both ends, slender and adorned with intricate patterns, exceedingly ornate. This staff was a Five-Stripe Heaven Artifact, making Yun Luotian even more formidable.

He rose, washed up, exchanged casual greetings with the two bandits on guard outside, then walked to the only great hall in the mountain stronghold for breakfast.

At the sight of Jiang Qiao’er, Mu Mu couldn’t help but recall the past; though she struggled to suppress it, she feared betraying herself.

Li Xiaoyao extended one hand, clenching his five fingers into a fist—a golden dragon burst from the earth, binding the Ancient Green General’s body.

Shen Feng and Qianli Xun fought fiercely, sword qi crisscrossing, cracking the ground beneath their feet.

Dongfang Yirong’s vision darkened; he nearly stumbled. Such a celestial treasure at this level was already rare—you specifically demanded a metal-type one. Most in the Dongfang Clan cultivate fire-based arts; where would I find you a metal-type treasure?

Moreover, the rebels have lost Ji Province; Liangzhou and Chang’an are now severed, halving the rebels’ territory.

Lin Lin, Prefect of Qiongzhou, and Lu Tianci, Circuit Intendant of Leiqiong, dispatched multiple scouting parties toward Wanzhou, hoping for more reliable intelligence.

Otherwise, those Foundation Establishment and Golden Core elders wouldn’t all look like decrepit old men.

At this critical moment, Wei Feng of the Xy Team performed a bold maneuver that stunned everyone.

Qin Baidang was merely an ordinary Eighth-Rank cultivator; he was instantly engulfed by demonic fire, his entire body glowing crimson, desperate to rid himself of the evil flame.

This place truly was a brilliant eastern pearl—too bad local news came that he would be stepping down as Governor of Macau next year.

On the other side, Conan sprinted to the restroom, found a stall, adjusted his tie, and began his performance with practiced ease.

It wasn’t just about whether he could spend his life with Nangong Wan—it also concerned the system reward. Su Lan had a hunch: if he spent his life with Nangong Wan...

As if Luo Huatong’s persistence had been answered, at last, the Blood Python shattered the blade qi entirely. The qi split into two black-and-white curved blades and shot back, embedding themselves at Xu Huang’s feet.

Li Yi knew Gibbs’s words carried deeper meaning, but he feigned ignorance, listening calmly with a placid expression.

What Li Yi saw—people, objects, buildings—all transformed: flesh and vibrant colors vanished, replaced by three-dimensional images composed of green lines.

“But aren’t there many people online criticizing him for this?” one of Xia Tian Na’s friends said.

“Damn it!” the Demon Chief cursed, reaching out desperately to summon the skull specter.

Meanwhile, Watson left a note in his own mailbox at the door, informing Eric of his departure, alongside a small pouch containing twelve gold coins.