Chapter 90: Swatting Mosquitoes

After resting slightly at the residence for two hours, near mealtime, the Elder arranged for someone to deliver dinner.

Because the professor had given prior notice, the Elder did not prepare any exquisite or luxurious grand feast, though the food was substantial.

Large chunks of fried steak, thick soup stewed with plant roots and meatballs, flatbreads baked on a rock slab, plus side dishes like onions, cheese, and pickles; every item had a generous portion, clearly taking full account that two of them were Hunters.

Zhou Yiming pondered carefully: "Why don't we search the seats and such? See if there are any trackers." He then began searching the seats for trackers.

"Liang Qianqian, he said I only have a mommy and no daddy." Speaking of this, Tong Nuohan felt extremely aggrieved.

Shi Zhengyang turned his body, reacted, and lunged aside; instantly, a boom echoed from the ground, the force of this thing astonishing.

"Brother, I said I truly like Gu Mo." Song Qingmu looked at the person before him very seriously.

"Drink porridge." Mo Yichen, from somewhere unknown, produced a bowl, scooped a spoonful, blew on it, and held it to Jiang Cheng's lips.

They all widened their eyes, unable to return to their senses for a long time, unable to believe all this was real.

They all very much wanted to contact the Chief Administrator, but both were cleverly blocked by Mo Ming and Scar.

"If there's a chance, we must thoroughly tour this Black Louse..." Yun lay on the inn window, watching under the moonlight the continuous flow of people on the street below.

Liu Yuxi's voice, full of urgency, suddenly rang out, finally startling Su Zhe awake; he hurriedly turned around and silently squatted down.

"I see you had quite a fun time in the human world, even forgot the way back!" Shan Yin complained in a muffled, nasal tone.

The Red Fairy suddenly frowned; I couldn't help but feel puzzled, then saw the other two were the same, so I couldn't help but tilt my head; suddenly, what was going on?

From these surging pressures, Ban Ming felt emotions full of shock and incredulity.

Asura Path pointed out with an empty finger; crimson blood qi on the finger surged and receded, a tide of murderous aura rushing toward the face. This was the Motian Finger, an Emperor Art created by the Mighty Emperor Motian; one finger points to Motian, heaven and earth reverse.

Indeed, this is the Sword of Slaughter Immortals, a top-tier divine artifact renowned throughout the world; even among all divine artifacts, the Sword of Slaughter Immortals ranks highly.

She sat quietly on the edge of the ground perfectly parallel to the port and the sea surface, extending her legs and gently swaying them in the sea breeze, seeming somewhat unfocused as if thinking about something.

The last carriage was extremely spacious, carrying some daily miscellaneous items of the caravan, but with enough space for people to rest; overall, it was quite tidy.

The space beyond the heavens far surpasses the surface world by countless degrees; billions upon billions of stars hang in the space beyond the heavens, yet the space beyond the heavens is far less prosperous than the surface world, because the vast majority of the space beyond the heavens is desolate and lifeless.

Old Ancestor Ximen beckoned with one hand; only then did a flash of red light appear in mid-air, and a crimson Great Sword appeared in his two hands, flames flowing across the blade, while several feet of sharp sword qi energy protruded from the sword tip.

To prevent any accidents during the mission, Yang Wei decided to go to Donghai Vocational and Technical College in the afternoon and, on the way, find those few mohawked guys from last time.

So no matter what... even if she gritted her teeth again, even if she could not bear to part with gratitude toward others, she would always, under this major premise, make the choice to let go.

Only to see the crimson light flame, originally intending to pursue the victory, immediately blocked by that purple halo.

This was a great calamity, also a great turmoil; mountains, rivers, grass, and trees were all destroyed; vast wreckage existed everywhere; heart-shattering wailing emanated from within; no one knew how many had died; blood flowed on the ground until floats drifted, and bones were endless.

But looking at their faces, every noble, even the Holy Knights, and even Mary尔德 and the Pope, all wore expressions of shock.