Chapter 163: [Survive!] (6800)

Chen Yan was shaken to the core by that single sentence from the man called Du Li, and stood there stunned.

Seeing that Chen Yan said nothing, Du Li was about to say something more, when suddenly a furious roar came from behind them.

"Damned slave, slacking off!"

Both men started. Chen Yan looked over and saw, from behind Du Li, from the woods near his work area, a burly figure step out—

Just then a eunuch came up to the veranda to deliver a message, kneeling on the ground: "Master, Miss Yu Zhu has arrived." The servants below all knew my relationship with Yu Zhu, so they were extremely polite to her as well.

Zhang Xiahua, hearing that the West Garden's Mǎng was the very person helping her save her mother, naturally thanked him again at length.

He would become Li Cangyu's most trusted deputy commander, leading the Canglan Squad together to victory.

The scene of fans fiercely demanding that their favorite contestant lose could only be seen at a carnival.

I felt a pang of pity and said, "Get up first before we talk." After all, he was older than my father.

The Golden Flying Dragon roared at the sky, and the surrounding trees rustled and shook. It spread its wings and took flight, kicking up a powerful gust that tore the roofs right off several nearby houses.

Suddenly, a flash of white light—and amid the unbearable noise, everyone lost their bearings. Cheng Jiang was a little better off; he had anticipated that Liu Chuan would do this.

Under Edmond's command, the American team's double-assassin, double-summoner lineup focused all their fire on Liu Xiang, and actually took Liu Xiang away in one go.

But Zheng Feng had already guessed what she was about to say next; her meaning couldn't have been clearer—in short, it was a polite refusal.

"Squeak squeak squeak—" the tallest of the rat-men called out a few times to the remaining rat-men, and afterward these rat-men didn't split up again, but instead ran off toward the mountain path on the right.

Not only that, the blood cloud in the sky also began to slowly thin out, as if being absorbed by something.

Lin Mu pouted, gathered some of the mycelium to keep as backup, in case these beastmen destroyed the place and she could no longer get these precious mushrooms.

All that was left in his heart was hatred—hatred for his own helplessness, hatred for his master for failing to tell right from wrong, hatred for his senior sister's heartlessness, hatred for the one who had framed him, hatred that he could only be used as a worthless experimental subject here.

"Arkaz... I hope you can suppress the anger and hatred in your heart. The final Day of Apocalypse Judgment will be that bastard's death day!" Ye Ying warned, looking at Arkaz wrapped in black qi.

Though this little donkey was naughty and mischievous, in Chang'e's heart he was the apple of her eye, and she couldn't help but be moved.

It was supposed to be the wonderful moment when everyone's curse was lifted—good for you, good for me, good for everyone—and then suddenly someone died in battle. Fine! Even if the one who died wasn't Jiu Xin but some other interdimensional expert, the matter would still become extremely troublesome.

At this point, even Ming You and Jiang Qiao exchanged glances, because they had no idea who the Qin Yan in Han Xiao's mouth was. From the look of it, Han Xiao was bluffing again.

For all these years, his position as Holy Emperor had been utterly stifling—above, those black-robed cultivators pressed down on him; below, several Holy Kings refused to take his orders; and now another unbending Holy City, Huanan, had appeared.

Xiao Yong's brow suddenly smoothed. When Luo Qiying first arrived she had neither talent nor background, so it was understandable for her to seek someone for protection. Besides, if he truly was a cripple, he would certainly return to the mortal world, and in that case yellow and white goods could indeed buy him wealth and status.

For example: prohibiting the use of the company's name to encroach on others' property or endanger others' lives; prohibiting the sale of goods from the company's mall; automatic revocation of external member status if no mission is completed within ten years; and so on.

He turned his head and looked—his physical body was still sitting cross-legged in the far distance, having merely twitched, and he himself had shot out at least a thousand zhang.

As he shouted, tears began to well up in Chu Tianqi's eyes—yes, well up, like a spring, suddenly surging out all at once, then overflowing once full. They didn't fall drop by drop, but strung together in lines, streaming down his chubby cheeks.