Chapter 311: Arrival

While the many young magical girls in the Silver Corridor were still running about trying to form teams, in a certain ancient building in the same academy district, inside a lavish and noble hall, a great door was pushed open.

At the doorway stood countless magical girls in service to Wang Ting; not one of them spoke, not one of them raised her head. All of them were lined up on either side of the great door, in a posture of reverence and solemnity, pledging loyalty in silence to some manner of existence.

Inside the great door, there was—

At this moment, the plot of Thor should be starting to unfold; he could use the system to cross over into Thor's storyline, or he could go himself, but going on his own wouldn't be as precise as the system transporting him.

Xia Da wanted to say it was impossible, but the facts before his eyes forced him to admit it was all real. This Twilight Moon envoy was far too uncanny—a mere Martial Master realm cultivator had actually managed to trap a Martial Venerable realm opponent. It was unheard of.

For Zhong Huiteng's excessive demands, no enterprise would be willing to agree; after all, these were all top-secret pieces of information, and a single leak would be a tremendous loss.

"Go!" After Ji Lin led his men away, I slapped my forehead, finally reacting. This Ji Lin must have some grudge with Binzi; otherwise, the moment I mentioned Binzi's name, he wouldn't have immediately led his men off.

"Heh, what's there to be surprised about? There are plenty of things to be surprised about. Let's not get into that for now—first, think about how to handle the matter of the Prince Co-Regent." Jing Mo said coldly.

When these words reached Qin Xie's ears, he immediately interpreted them as meaning something else, and said irritably, "How long have you even known him? You trust him to the point of throwing your life away?!" Between it and Qin Zheng existed the highest-grade soul contract, and it still hadn't gained complete trust—so who the hell was this human-shaped Bingshan that had popped up out of nowhere?

But just as my words had barely fallen, a buff suddenly appeared on the three in the bottom lane, and the public screen also showed that the Plague Source had slain the Baron Nashor.

Of course, if they try to play tricks with the things I just mentioned, they'll definitely know the consequences.

After circling around the cliff face several times, he finally found a huge cave beneath an overhang. Seeing the familiar scene from the plot—the entrance to the mutants' lair—Li Hongming also knew he had found the right path.

Feng Yong looked at Furong and the others, who from start to finish hadn't glanced at him once, and knew that they had already made up their minds about this path.

Mo Huantong spoke to the tombstone; she didn't know how long had passed, but both her legs had already gone numb.

Xiao Yunyun hadn't expected her thoughts to be seen through. Guiltily avoiding Uncle Zhang's gaze, she sheepishly sat back down in the rear seat.

From around the corner came low voices. Shu Li gave a soft cough. Li Mu understood, and silently dropped to the ground.

Seeing Xue Lengyu keeping a stiff face the whole time, and knowing the wound on her back really wasn't something she could handle herself, Ning Qing figured that since the injury had ultimately been suffered for her sake, if she didn't let Xue Lengyu do something, she would only feel more guilty—so she let her fuss as she pleased.

Auntie wasn't fooled; instead, she sharply pointed out the fact that her own mother was biased toward her husband, making the old lady very uncomfortable.

Shao Zhengjie beside me said to me, "Another SB has shown up." Then he gestured at me for a while, telling me to go in and salvage the situation.

The boys were of course ecstatic, and the boss lady, with so many extra customers, was so happy she couldn't close her mouth. Originally this had nothing to do with me; they ate theirs, we ate ours.

Although he had never personally seen Tony's Iron Man suit, based on the intelligence gathered by Bu Lichen and the others, Zhang Can had a rough idea in his heart.

Using his will to control the inner vision of his right eye, he located the various acupoints throughout his body, then guided the righteous yang qi stored in the Upper Dantian to thread through the acupoints. This way, the time spent identifying acupoints was entirely eliminated, and there would be no deviation at all—except that scenes of flesh and blood kept flashing through his mind, which felt a bit creepy.