Chapter 108: The Demon Lord Does No Loss-Making Business

"Om, Ma, Ni, Ba, Mi, Hum..."

"Ahhh!"

Screams and the chanting of mantras rose and fell, accompanied by the wailing of ghosts and howling of wolves.

This scene had been going on for nearly ten months.

Perhaps the sound was too terrifying; for these past few months, Chen Ye had rarely encountered a single visitor.

Whenever he managed to fall asleep, the Red-Striped Python would appear in his dreams to offer him some guidance. It was not that Chen Ye was negligent.

Wang Qizhen looked at Qi Ye indifferently, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes, as if he were greatly astonished that Qi Ye would continue to participate in the contest.

Open the private messages in the backend via the phone; there is no need to worry about the message content being broadcast live in the streaming room.

In other words, although the collections inside were all handed over to the state, Mu Nian still held temporary control over them.

After a brief pause, Chen Chao signaled the little girl to crouch and move forward, while he himself pulled out a fragmentation grenade and flung it diagonally into the window of the room at the far left end of the A-shaped building.

A scream rang out the next second; Liu Guangming's left hand, with veins bulging, gripped Zhu Ningbai, his tongue constantly licking Zhu Ningbai's face, saliva like snot dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Qi Ye: "..." What was going on? Did she enter the wrong dormitory? She needed to type for a while to calm down.

Except for the first sharp one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn, the straight sprint sections of the death plank road in the first half were each about one hundred meters long before a turn of roughly forty degrees, making it not particularly difficult to ride.

Only now did he belatedly realize that Gong Yu's purpose was probably not merely to test him.

She rarely answered calls from strange out-of-town numbers and hung up directly, but the phone kept calling her again and again, as if it would ring forever if Su Weiwu did not answer.

The Daoist Priest grunted and immediately walked out, while Ye Feng used a lightness skill to rush over, roll up the painting, and then put it away.

Wang Kai was so scared that cold sweat streamed down him; in contrast, Zhou Zhou Yiyang looked completely relaxed. With Wang Kai present, Yang Yang's attention naturally would not be on him.

Then, with a crisp "Bang," it shattered into tiny ice-blue fragments... These ice-blue fragments naturally fell, but before they hit the ground, they had already completely vanished in mid-air.

Zhou Zhou Yiyang felt a voice entering his mind from somewhere unknown; certain images in his thoughts seemed uncontrollable, as if in a dream, yet so real.

Just at that moment, a sword qi flew in from somewhere, instantly slicing across the neck of the black-clad man holding the blade.

Back in the room, after taking a shower and changing clothes, Yang Shu sat on the sofa. His phone vibrated; he picked it up and saw that Liu Yufei had sent him a message.

"Really, no need to be polite! I've already eaten your dinner for free; tidying up the plates is only right." Yu Kaizhi said this while already starting to help.

Instead, when the flower shop owner, Alice, went upstairs to help him with the deep cleaning, she accidentally found the file from the Relics Association—after that, there was no need to say more.

The weather at the end of September still carried a bit of heat; the closer one got to the waterfall, the heavier the mist became. The cool, moisture-laden air lowered the surrounding temperature, driving away the heat and bringing freshness.

Fanglan Technology was divided into two major parts: the Fanglan Holographic Animation Projection Department and the Fanglan Artificial Intelligence Development Department.

Long Yun was the first to support Liu Wei. Regarding Liu Wei, he was extremely admiring; now, whatever Liu Wei said, he would support unconditionally.

However, Bai Ling did not hear me speaking at all; her eyes stared straight at the chickens, ducks, and geese in the live poultry shop, making him drool.

Her feeling was that she didn't even feel like someone about to get married; she had no sense of it at all.

"Very well, then I await your good news." Having spoken, he had someone carry Xu Huang's corpse back to Anfeng with Lu Zhuo.

Jiang Zilin stood on tiptoe, wrapping her arms around Jiang Xirui's neck. She pinched her voice, and the words she spoke made her own goosebumps fall off in droves.