Chapter 130: 【The Supreme Mending Strategy】

Ning Feiwu and Yi Lin Feng took a brief rest; seeing the medicinal effects taking hold, the Snake King was the first to recover. It writhed its massive body and rubbed its huge head against Yi Lin Feng's slender frame, affectionately, making Yi Lin Feng burst into loud laughter as he patted the Snake King's head.

The spirit ring formed in the shape of horns, countless wooden spirit needles materializing in midair and shooting downward toward the location of the Line Snake.

"She really said that?" Jiang Chengyan turned back; though his tone remained icy, a different undercurrent could be felt.

Not only did she abuse her son, she even refused to feed him—before Bai Yan, she was utterly lost.

Ye Feng's three hundred thousand troops were mostly burned; fewer than fifty thousand remained, driving him to the brink of vomiting 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.

With a thunderous "Boom—," the entire Lingyu Peak shuddered; then the spirit banner split cleanly in two with a "whoosh," its spiritual energy drained and rendered useless.

"Ning'er, were you just sneaking glances at me? How dare you look but not dare admit it?!" Gu Yanmo smirked, his expression overflowing with indulgence.

Bai Yan only came alive 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, shot Yan Qi a furious glare, her beautiful eyes hiding an indescribable shyness.

Peng Yuan, being an impulsive type, started bustling first thing the next morning—negotiating personally with Capital TV on one hand, and calling former CCTV colleagues on the other, recruiting a large team to establish her own studio.

As the cleaver was about to strike Gu Jinwu's toes, Chen Zirui's hand paused slightly, as if this cut shouldn't be made.

And as a sentient Digimon, how could the Head Beast not know the origins of these three Digimon before it?

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

After the iron spike pierced in, it wasn't over—in an instant, a thousand blades of snow whistled past 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 blacked out while at work a few days ago. Colleagues rushed him to the hospital, where they discovered a tumor in his brain—its shape suggested malignancy.

Soon, both men returned each carrying a windproof lantern. Li Le was unfamiliar with the village, so he let them lead him to find Li Xunhuan.

Nian Xin's face bore large patches of unnatural flush; her breathing was coarse and heavy, her lips cracked, her body trembling with chills.

Tang Shan saw her refuse to leave and inwardly groaned—foolish girl, street brawls aren't something a Miss 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 saw this and waved his hand; a long, azure staff appeared, its ends inlaid with blue gems, its slender body adorned with intricate patterns, exceedingly ornate. And this staff was a Five-Stripe Celestial Artifact, making Yun Luotian even more formidable in its grasp.

Wake up, wash up, exchange casual greetings with the two bandits on guard outside, then walk to the only grand hall in the Shanzhai for breakfast.

At this moment, Mu Mu, upon seeing Jiang Qiao'er, couldn't help but recall the past; though she struggled to suppress it, she still feared revealing her true feelings.

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

Shen Feng and Qianli Xunta 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 of the Dongfang Clan cultivates fire-based cultivation methods. Where am I supposed to find a metal-type celestial treasure for you?

Moreover, the rebel forces have now lost Ji Province; Liang Province and Chang'an are split apart, reducing the rebels' territory by half.

Lin Lin, Prefect of Qiongzhou, and Lu Tianci, Commandant of the Leiqiong Military Supply Circuit, dispatched multiple scouting parties toward Wanzhou, hoping to obtain more accurate 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, stunning everyone.

Qin Baidang was merely an ordinary Eighth-Rank cultivator; he was instantly engulfed by demonic fire, his entire body glowing crimson, desperate to find something to purge the demonic fire from within.

This place truly was a brilliant eastern pearl—but news arrived from home that he would be stepping down as Governor of Macau starting 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 I could spend the night with Nangong Wan—it also concerned the system reward. Su Lan had a faint feeling that if she spent the night 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 crescent blades and shot back, embedding themselves at Xu Huang's feet.

Li Yi knew Gibbs's words carried deeper meaning, but he feigned ignorance, his expression calm, listening quietly.

The people, objects, and buildings in Li Yi's vision transformed—no longer flesh and vivid colors, but three-dimensional images composed of green lines.

"But aren't there a lot of people online criticizing him for this?" said one of Xia Tian Na's friends.

"Damn it!" the Demon Chief cursed, reaching out desperately to summon the skull ghost head.

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