Chapter 144

Master Yingchen was revered by the locals on Snow Peak Mountain as a divine mother; her temperament was stern and capricious, and to be interrupted in mid-sentence filled her with rage. She turned her head and saw the boy slumped crookedly in his chair, one hand holding a string of grapes, a half-banana sticking out of his mouth. The fruit platter on the table had been nearly devoured.

Beneath her loose martial attire, her body had grown taller and fuller, especially the two majestic peaks on her chest, as if bursting through her clothes, swaying heavily even as she walked.

Tang Tuo had still been about to speak of preserving the last ember of martial tradition for the continent's sects, but before he could utter a word, no living soul remained before him.

Bovikov fancied himself Klimov's absolute confidant, yet he did not truly grasp Klimov's real plans—such as where Klimov would retire, whether he would settle in the United States or elsewhere, where his family currently was, or what covert arrangements he had made over the years—all of which Bovikov knew nothing of.

Another scream pierced the air as one guard's head was pierced clean through by Tang Juncheng's "Bone Nail"; his eyes rolled back, and with a thud, he collapsed into a pool of blood.

Earlier they had thought of sending the Thunder Hawk soaring down from above—now it was clear how foolishly naive that idea had been.

The sky had just brightened; few people were at the city gate, only a handful of guards and a few merchants rushing to the early market.

"Muscle…" Su Mubai didn't know what to say—was this what it meant when muscle grew into the brain?

Cui Yu replied: "Father, this is how it happened…" He then briefly recounted the entire sequence of events to Cui Fumian.

Dad was also worried; the Labrador seemed unusually familiar, rubbing against their pant legs and refusing to leave. Yet it didn't look like it wanted to bite—on the contrary, it was extremely well-behaved.

They were family by marriage, after all; one ought to accommodate them. Otherwise, a few careless words might sour Zhang Xiangling's impression of him. Though he knew Song Guyan probably wasn't that kind of person, Liu Qingping still didn't want to risk it.

The source of the sensed aura lay somewhere above; Chu Tian stared at that spot for a long time, seeing no movement. He scanned the entire space inch by inch, yet found no anomaly.

Now then! Hehe~ If his wife found out Fan Dalei had turned the estate into a hideout for white powder, would she not rage so fiercely she'd burst open her coffin lid and drag him down with her?

As Hao Yu flew out, Tian Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and in an instant he shot forward—directly toward Hao Yu's position.

Praise like "groundbreaking artistic style," "superior-level paneling and storytelling," "unique ink-wash manga as art"—he'd heard it until his ears were calloused.

Remember, this cold pool was freezing—even with his Refuge Pearl and other treasures, he'd barely endured approaching it at great pain, let alone now, when Fang Quan's defenses were not even directly oriented toward the icy pool.

Along the riverbank, Zhang San saw workshops everywhere, their banners hanging high, and large ships—both completed and unfinished—propped up on massive logs along the shore. Of course, even larger vessels required shipyards and slipways.

Besides, even if the producer secured funding and devoted himself entirely to the game, Sony would never fully abandon oversight or remain silent.

After a grueling battle with Tian Ming and sustaining energy flow to two ancient artifacts for so long, Hao Yu never expected that upon resting, he would receive a tremendous surprise.

When you control the entire industry's steel output, what can you do with it? The possibilities are vast—legal or illegal.

In the end, with no other option, we had no choice but to resume our earlier policy: build houses, reclaim land.

Lin Hao's true self distributed the Dragon Blood to Ox Demon King, Yang Yunshi, Storm Dragon Emperor, and Eight-Clawed Dragon Beast, and the Flower Goddess.

They had once been so close, so happy—she had even dreamed of growing old with him, hair white as snow.

As for the Dong Mongol tribe Wulihan, it actually had another well-known name: Duoyan Three Guards.

Kui Qizi used this technique precisely to end the fight swiftly; otherwise, he would never waste the golden forging fluid—he had only eight vials left.

The next second, Mo Beixiao slapped Su Lijuan again, this time across her other cheek.

Jiang Ping and the others were the last to register; after them, only scattered customers remained.

"I am determined to seize Black Stone County. This benefits both you and me—we can form an alliance to withstand pressure from others," said Valentin.

At the very moment I was flung away by the beast, Lü Bu finally retracted his inner force; the two beasts dissolved instantly. He reversed his halberd, spurred his horse, and charged straight toward me.

A natural-born brawler—on the battlefield, he would play a decisive, dominant role.

The street before the inn remained as noisy as ever, yet every greeting and farewell was merely hollow pretense, empty theater.

Advanced Sword Art: Basic Martial Arts, eighty-eight sixty-four techniques total—learning them unlocks the essence of Advanced Sword Art.

The orange great blade Tianqi, which Qin Zheng had used several times, was given to Pan Pan—first because she was the only one here who wielded a greatsword, and second because its original owner bore a striking resemblance to her.

But it didn't seem right—the boiled substance was greasy, and no matter how long it cooled, it remained pure oil, not a trace of soap.

With arms crossed, Xu Yourong kept telling herself: nothing will happen—he is Lu Yunfei, the being whom Long Baichuan claimed was even greater than Xiang Wentian.

"Do you still remember I mentioned an idea just now?" Tang Ye asked Qiu Ya and Qiu Yao.

"How come only you people?" Di Wang frowned at the scattered few before him. These people had all previously opposed rebellion—had they changed their minds? And where were those who had supported it?

On the road halfway from the church to London, a car stood parked, inside sat Jiang Feng and Jian Wushuang.

Kong Renyi, seeing this, naturally controlled the "airplane" to roam the wilderness, attacking jungle monsters in a counterclockwise pattern.