Chapter 397

In the lifeless, silent wasteland garden, a stone coffin emerged—something deeply chilling; seeing it, Liu Liu Xiaolou felt his blood nearly freeze.

His spiritual sense swept swiftly through the wasteland garden, detecting no further anomalies; his tense nerves eased slightly.

He shifted his steps, approaching the stone coffin with caution.

It was a green jade coffin, extremely thick and heavy; reaching out, he could not budge it an inch, as if naturally formed from the earth itself.

After leaving the prison, Lin Mei first returned to school to pick up that piece of meat, then went to see Lin Weimin right as he finished work.

Because in the middle of this cliff, it was not the ground below, but a thick layer of ice—and to reach beneath the ice, one had to walk from this cliff to the opposite cliff face.

In her past life, she never dared buy such expensive crabs, only buying those costing twenty or thirty yuan each—crabs far inferior in flavor to these.

For a moment, the crowd felt both envy and jealousy toward the giant cockroach; then, seeing its single remaining health bar, even players not from the same village began to harbor faint ill intentions.

Feng Guo had just entered the restaurant when Wang Rou noticed him; she sneered at this arrogant, hollow, weak-willed fiancé of hers—if not for her father's constant coercion, this engagement would have long since vanished like smoke.

Both Xie Zaidian and the Honghuang Sect elder who became elders of the Qinglin Domain's supreme sect were already hundreds of years old, meaning they had spent centuries within their sects.

Although Tang Feng had grown considerably, he would never be so arrogant as to assume Xiao Xiao, who was already strong back then, had made no progress.

Bai Qi watched as Bai Liu Lian was fooled into looking dumbly adorable, the kind who would be sold by schemers and still help count the money—just imagining it made him smile.

The young man who had just taken off felt a chill run down his spine; had he hesitated even slightly moments ago, he would now be a charred corpse.

Without a word, she pulled up the net cover beside her basket, enclosing the entire basket to prevent the crabs from escaping, then piled all the rice straw on top before slinging it onto her back and walking off.

Jing Xiao Huan was momentarily stunned—how could General Qianyu appear in Fu City and become Ye Huanyan's master?

She threw another tantrum, but it was useless; Hao Aiguo was stubborn, refused to yield to anyone's face, and flatly refused.

"Is this not a kind of indirect help? They helped me gain so much popularity and money—I'll consider this repayment!" Zhou Su Yi thought to herself.

"How are you still… how did you get away?" Tom began, then realized his phrasing was off and corrected himself.

This time, Shen Fei no longer followed the two college students; he went to check the surveillance room, searched briefly, and easily found it thanks to the elevated viewpoint.

The chaotic energy here was too violent—even now that he was a Great Luo Golden Immortal, he could not possibly refine it.

Shen Fei couldn't help but view Lu Da with new respect; two years ago, she was only eighteen, climbed a snowy mountain alone, and returned dragging an injured leg—truly an impressive girl; her fiery temper wasn't surprising.

He remembered asking countless people back then, none could explain it—only one martial arts master, now likely long gone, had suggested it was probably a lost cultivation method.

The brilliant, dazzling river of time surged and roared with thunderous noise, echoing throughout the Hongmeng Realm.

"Wait!" Unexpectedly, as Xia Chongming was about to step forward, Li Xuehuang called out from behind him.

Before his mother Ruxin could speak, Dabao came running over, clattering along, followed by his little sister Hua'er.

Sudden, intense sensations of emptiness, weakness, dizziness, stabbing pain, and nausea flooded him.