Chapter 180: He Came Down with Gastroenteritis

He came down with gastroenteritis.

"Sit." Liu Song withdrew his gaze and said lightly. Chen Diwu nodded, took a step forward, then stopped, and took another step—this time not toward the sofa, but toward Liu Song, for only when she looked up did she see that as he spoke, he was pointing at his own thigh.

Mu Lejin tied the black horse to a wooden post outside the inn, so that Murong Qingran could walk in with him.

The black-robed cultivator, transformed from the Crimson Flame Python, grew even darker in expression! After all, the situation was highly unfavorable for him: Dongfang Qingcheng had explicitly demanded the Crimson Fire Stone, and as for his archenemy Tang Chuan, there was no need to mention him—both now had allies, and naturally, he feared what might come.

"I have a cold, you know I didn't mean it that way—I just don't want you to take risks," Wang Chen hurriedly explained.

Feng Rubao spat angrily onto the ground. The stone walls of Tianbao Fortress were crumbling but had not yet collapsed. Moreover, he had suffered one casualty.

After hearing this, Murong Qingran walked out without a word; the members of the Reward and Punishment Office, seeing their master did not reprimand her, all sighed with relief.

Murong Qingran strode along the roadside; people resumed their normal routines, as if nothing had happened—vendors resumed shouting, buyers resumed shopping, the autumn sun warmed without glare, occasional autumn winds swept up fallen leaves and dust, and people merely covered their mouths and noses.

"Here's your bento, take it." Seeing Shiwan Yin so enthusiastic about food, Wu Dao Sheng felt utterly exasperated—if only this man applied such passion to his work.

The six men wanted to say more, but when Bei Ming Hanxuan ordered "Disperse," they fell silent, only watching the emperor's back and sighing in despair.

Recalling Ouyang Fu's words just now—"Who exactly saw the illusion?"—the Poison King's face turned grim. Could it be that the illusion had been theirs all along?

Marriage, to him, was not a fleeting bloom, but a lifelong commitment; when he decided to marry, he resolved to let Tang Jiahui go—even if this marriage was forced by his father.

"This pure dragon aura comes from a true dragon. Son, where did you get this?" In the sky, the black dragon whirled wildly, then lowered its head to look at Miao Shoutu.

The demon clans had originally assumed a great demon had fallen into human hands, but now they likely understood: if humans captured a great demon, they would surely exploit it—so increasing manpower to search for the great demon became their top priority.

Shuo Hai crouched low, assuming a stable horse stance, and reached out to strike the incoming illusionary energy ball; the ball flew off like a volleyball.

Ding Changsheng had originally not known that Liang Kexin was pursuing Qin Mo, but Qin Mo never explained it to Ding Changsheng, and Ding Changsheng didn't dare ask—so he just left it be.

Stronger and more complete than the previous five golden dragon auras; naturally, far easier than Gao Hu's desperate collision. The black dragon, amidst this ocean of monsters, moved as effortlessly as if swimming in a real sea.

2. Telemarketing. Feeling that anyone who can achieve results in this job is especially impressive, but most people get fired long before they ever reach that day. And perhaps because they've made so many calls, even after quitting telemarketing, they still get startled by the sound of a ringing phone.

Saying this, he chased after the Two-Tailed Demon Flame Lion. Seeing the Two-Tailed Demon Flame Lion set fires as it ran, Ling Tian's eyes bulged with rage—but he had no way to stop it. The beast had a mouth, and aside from being knocked down by it, he truly had no means to silence it.

Inside the inner courtyard grew a towering tree, its branches faintly pulsing with spiritual energy arrays—clearly, the entrance to the spiritual pool lay beneath this tree.

"Second brother, I permit you to lead troops into battle—but I demand you return safely!" Mei Er said as she pulled away from his embrace; she knew she could not stop him from going to war, just as she could not stop him from loving her.

"Hehe. You've gotten so good at speaking. Fine. Don't you find it too hot standing under this midday sun? I've set up a flower banquet for you at Lady De's place. Will you grace me with your presence?"

It was Ye Hongzhu who had crawled out of her tent—what was she doing at this hour? Was she meeting someone secretly? Night, darkness, and wind made perfect timing for clandestine rendezvous.

A-qi spoke like a historian, his voice echoing through the silent space.

These were minor matters; most importantly, the many destroyed villages had begun reconstruction after the great battle. Within the game, chaos gradually gave way to order once more, and peace and recovery resumed.

The war between the two commanderies did not erupt as players had imagined; instead, along the Wuyi/Zhangye border, all remained calm, with normal activities continuing. Merchant players traveled freely between the commanderies, trading goods; travelers faced no obstruction.

The atmosphere instantly grew lively; system farmers handed out bowls and chopsticks to the reporters. In M-country, many people already enjoyed Chinese cuisine regularly, but hot pot was still rare. Servants brought up bowls of dipping sauces, explaining hot pot basics to the reporters and serving them food.

But even though Wang Wei considered himself incredibly brave, he didn't think he was strong enough to have any relationship with a piece of iron.

"Auntie smiled! Auntie really smiled!" Pang Yuqin cried out in delight. Now, hope in everyone's hearts grew a little stronger.

"This story begins when I returned home after graduation. That night, I couldn't sleep at Dashun's house—suddenly, a voice appeared beside my ear… After those buildings were demolished, the functions to exchange seeds and livestock could no longer be used."

Lin Hai glanced at Xiao Xianzi. Xiao Xianzi remembered she had no authority to command Lin Hai, and Lin Hai had no obligation to obey her—so she smiled. But then she saw Lin Hai smiling too, and he stepped aside.

Strictly speaking, he became Yan Xi's friend solely for the sake of this so-called secret recipe. But Yan Xi had never revealed even a word of it to him.

Boom—! The Five-Colored Phoenix emitted earth-shattering divine light, let out a piercing cry, and unleashed countless five-colored divine chains that pierced through the golden sea again and again.

Yet even at this point, Gu Jingchen remained obstinate, his gaze fixed on the road ahead: "If you can't protect her, find someone who can." He could no longer bear keeping Jian Ning imprisoned—her injuries were his doing, and every moment, he trembled in fear, unwilling to let her suffer again.