Chapter 117

Chen Guo froze, that sharp gaze suddenly softening slightly, but before she could bask in it, Chu Yang annoyed her again.

"Oh? There's such a thing? Could it be… the one from the west end of the village?" After Li Zhen integrated into Zhaojiacun, he became a core member, so some secret matters couldn't be hidden from him.

At that moment, Yan Yun'er walked over from afar, hugged Ying'er tightly, gently patted her back, and whispered comforting words, though her own expression was equally sorrowful.

Young Master impersonating the Ninth Prince, even if there's some danger, Young Master will surely protect himself completely.

"If you're willing to come with me, all this is yours! After it's done, even better rewards await you!" Seeing Lu Yun wouldn't budge, Ning Dafeng pulled out a thick stack of hundred-yuan bills from his wallet—the final card.

Inside the cabin, chaos erupted; many fought violently to seize a piece of emergency equipment they'd just moments ago scorned and discarded, tearing at each other.

If Qin Yi is willing to hand over such heavy profits from Xifu City to him, wouldn't he stand to gain even more under Qin Yi's rule?

The vengeful spirits, battered by cannons and spears, lost their minds one by one, moving like wooden figures under the watch of the Underworld soldiers, marching en masse toward Nanming Mountain.

After the events of last night, Zhao Zilong's status in the restaurant rose again; now he spoke with full confidence, and Meili Sister naturally had no objections.

Realizing Li Shimin's identity, Chen Fei immediately dared not delay, rising quickly to kneel before Li Shimin.

After everyone became familiar, Qin Sheng sat casually beside Yang Yi, who smiled and poured him a glass of wine; Qin Sheng lit a cigar as naturally as if he were at home—he was no stranger to cigars.

After Wang Meimei left, Chu You's phone rang again—it was a senior official from a certain department reporting work while subtly probing his stance; Chu You brushed him off with vague replies.

Standing outside the affair, the now utterly purified Jacobin Club would become the strongest political force representing the people and democracy.

Xiao sat across from Zhou Mingxi, holding her coffee cup, silently watching the woman opposite. Clearly, she had fallen into Zhou Mingxi's beauty once again.

Before Gao Ang's own strength fully matured, he relied on overwhelming equipment; if other Spirit-Endowed could also possess powerful gear, the overall strength of the human faction could rise by several more levels.

Is this another situation where I'm powerless again? Guo Lang suddenly felt drained, his taut body slackening; in his past life, he'd helplessly watched everything slip away, doing nothing, protecting no one—and now was he about to repeat the same mistake?

Unfortunately, in areas ravaged by disaster beasts, it was nearly impossible to find any surviving creature—only corpses still relatively intact remained.

Yet what the crowd didn't see was that Liang Yi had stopped moving; sweat beaded on his forehead, his face twisted in agony, his hands trembling as if gripping a piece of sheep-fat jade with all his strength.

Wu Sanye frowned deeply; the old monk's sudden decision to open fire caught him completely off guard. For years, both sides had lived in harmony, resolving any issues through discussion—never had they acted so abruptly as today.

Gu Nuannuan's heart tightened, a bitter taste spreading in her mouth; she knew admitting this was humiliating, yet she couldn't deny the fact. Humiliated, she was also gripped by creeping dread, forcing her lips tightly shut.

Black Constable led Zhang Gui, who was endlessly grateful, to the funeral home; the child's earlier ability to see Black Constable had been a mere accident—now, only Black Constable could see Zhang Gui.

"What about you? You ignore me, hit me, and even want me to kneel on a washboard." Su Qianyi felt utterly stifled.

Her beautiful eyes were cold and distant as autumn moonlight, deep malice surging from her brows and gaze; she resembled a warrior about to charge into battle—gorgeous and fierce. Yet he couldn't bear to let her go. If he could, he'd rather go himself to settle everything for her.

Lei Sheng knew what Mo Niduo was expecting, so he blocked that path first, preventing Mo Niduo from harboring any hopes for Leijun, ensuring he'd follow Lei Sheng's next plan.

Night had fallen; all around was pitch black, with only the distant streetlamp casting a dim halo of light.

Thus, immediately upon learning of the mine disaster, the Stanford family arranged for Sha Wei to return to the capital—he could only obey the family's orders.

In that very instant, he tested whether his spiritual force had changed; for a fleeting moment, he seemed to experience a hallucination.

After one axe slew the Wen Clan Lord, the Shu Clan Lord didn't even glance at the corpse, swinging his axe again toward the other startled clan lords.

On days with nothing to do, he could go out to gather herbs, or tend to patients at the herbal shop—no disturbances made life peaceful and comfortable.

John kept licking his dry lips, his eyeballs frozen by the scene reflected in his pupils; yet beyond shock, other thoughts involuntarily arose in his mind.

"Why is the end of the Lost City so dark? Whether it's Ghost Mountain, the Underworld Palace, or the Hall of Life and Death—it's all pitch-black darkness." Qian Cang Qianxi bit her teeth together.

"No longer stubborn, yet your heart has grown cold?" Hua Wu murmured softly; in that moment, the traces of time seemed to brush across everyone's soul.

A Land-grade combat technique can summon the forces of heaven and earth; had the four not released their domains earlier to seal off most of the surrounding world around Lin Zong, had he been allowed to unleash it fully, they four might have been unharmed—but how many of the nearly hundred Spirit Cloud Realm warriors below would have survived the residual shockwaves remains unknown.

At these words, both sides erupted in uproar; to say such a thing mid-battle—can't win, then don't step forward; if you've stepped out, how can you demand the opponent change fighters?

On a stretch of ocean, the Western Sea Goddess Yan Zi floated silently above the waves, the surrounding waters transformed into dragons and serpents guarding her as they swam nearby; Western Sea Sect officials like Fu Yunzi watched from afar.

The Azure Dragon coiled around Leng Qi's spear, preventing even a single drop of seawater from touching it; the sapphire-blue dragon writhed, clearing all seawater from its surroundings—thus, a vacuum zone appeared in the deep sea, devoid of air and water.

Between the mist-shrouded mountains and wilds, ancient scenes connected; this sword technique was born from a battle—the clash between the Youming Northern Wolf and another ancient ferocious beast, or rather, the sword's soul was that very battle, that earth-shattering, unwitnessed battle.