Chapter 99: Oil? Oil!

After all these prominent figures from the martial world had greeted Gu Qing, Xiao Fengchi, long impatient, roared at Kong Xiyi, the lord of Qili Village, then dragged Gu Qing toward the forest's edge.

"With so many people everywhere, how many new floors must we build to house them all? Almost all open land has been used up—we're barely short of living in the sea," Zi Mo said, staring at the blueprints.

But Qiao Yun knew this wasn't the right moment to ask; she suppressed her doubts and remained utterly still, not daring to make a sound.

As a devout Christian, President Sato always brought his wife to church on Sundays to attend High Mass.

The second floor of the inn was only two and a half meters above ground, yet Gu Qing still nearly twisted his ankle upon landing.

This seemed to be a rule that ghosts must obey, for Tan Ling's computer had no spare parts, nor did the dream world—such coincidence was impossible.

The imperial family is a place for cultivating nobility. To suddenly force her into a place no different from a morgue to clean up—how could she endure it?

As Mo Ran left, whether by fate or because her sixth sense was extraordinary, she felt a vague unease, so she added another program to the spray system, setting a second spray—replacing the liquid with exorcism mist.

Lying on the beach, enjoying sunlight unlike California's, gazing at the sky as blue as a gemstone—this feeling was far more unrestrained than America or Europe.

Xu Yanan's troll clearly didn't care that it was already surrounded by the BF team; first, it used its E skill, Ice Column, to block and leap over the wall toward Nare, then immediately turned and bit Olaf with its Q skill before rushing toward Xu Yamin's Emperor to meet up.

For him, attacking the survivor base aimed to capture living people to eat their flesh—if he couldn't capture any, it was a losing venture.

In a relatively enclosed space, Lin Luan instantly sucked out all the air, creating a vacuum.

"Fine," Yue Yixian, though bemused by the vendor's claim, was happy to indulge his still-juvenile boy.

The entrance tickets here had been on sale for a long time, priced very high, and within less than two days, they were all sold out.

"Should I go recruit some people to hand out flyers?" Blood Lion Man asked.

Everyone wanted to flee abroad to escape this great disaster; the airport urgently added over a hundred flights and hundreds of staff, working day and night shuttling between countries.

"Wang Yang, I can't bear to see you go," Qin Mengyao suddenly hugged the man from behind, her voice choked.

Dawn City specially arranged boats to dock along the Yangtze River, approaching survivor teams to promote and recruiting many groups whose bases had been destroyed by the intelligent corpses and were forced to relocate.

"Captain, everyone, I have something to say," Chen Luo put down his grilled meat and suddenly spoke.

Logan slashed his adamantium claws hard against Hulk's skin—he'd never encountered skin so resilient; he used all his strength just to carve a single gash.

Back then, Xu Wei's grandfather Wang Daoist Priest had strongly opposed Wang Cuilian marrying into Mao Village, simply because Mao Village was too poor.

A powerful sword qi effortlessly split the lightning strike in two! Those watching from afar—Dong Ming Immortal Lord and others—all gasped in shock! Who knew one could cultivate through tribulation this way? They had never seen anything like it!

The soldiers below, seeing Xiao Lin's figure, said nothing and immediately opened fire with all their weapons.

As for the difference, Thais didn't care about coffee the way the Chinese did with tea—where status strictly dictated what kind to drink; they simply wanted coffee, even instant.

Their hands formed complex gestures; the air before them rippled. The flaming ruins howled into the rippling zone and vanished instantly.

"What the hell are you talking about? Do you think I don't treat you like a brother? Don't you have any sense?" I glared at Old Chen—I realized this guy was just spouting nonsense; he'd been scammed me so much every day—if I didn't treat him like a brother, would I let him scam me so much?

"Your cooking's so good, opening a restaurant would be a huge success—but here? Probably not… You know what Kaz Star is like; people here have low spending power, and running a restaurant costs a fortune—you need space first, then…," Fu Huaqing rambled on endlessly.

"Colleague, come on, let's go to the night market—put out that cigarette," Zhang Mei looked up at me.

Shan Mingze didn't know what had happened then, nor what Xixi was thinking—hence the misunderstanding.

At that moment, Kai Feng also spotted Ye Feng; his grip tightened on his long blade, his eyes narrowed—he hadn't expected Ye Feng, ranked first on the power list, to appear here. Though Ye Feng was only level 10, his power was several times his own.

A gentle breeze brushed past the nose; Wang Mingzhu couldn't help giggling at Long San's embarrassment, her laughter light as she floated away, vanishing from Long Yang's sight.

The truth proves: never underestimate those who seem weaker—or even far weaker—than you.

Those not from Tianyang City District all felt intense personal crisis; many regretted mocking Lin Fan just now, while others were relieved they hadn't opposed Lin Fan or the Lin family.

Wang Yue was stunned—hadn't he been so concerned just moments ago? How could he have changed so suddenly?

She searched for Long Yang's figure; she'd wanted to persuade him to join the next Twelve Heavenly Kings selection, but hadn't seen him for days. Now the Twelve Heavenly Kings tournament was about to begin—and still no trace of him?