Chapter 300: Moving the Old Tree

The [Retro Workbench] had a huge effect; its own carrying capacity completely crushed the original [Non-White Repair Tool Box], and new items could be added to it continuously.

The space inside was more than enough, and with some planning, it could easily cover all common tools, becoming a portable workbench.

Zhai Da wanted to unlock the "special effect" of this equipment that very night to try if it could truly perfectly solve the big hurdle of "weakening."

Fang Yuan said this, slowly clenching his fist, absorbing the last bit of divine energy, and igniting dark energy once again.

A fine Si family direct descendant, a fine Si Nanjie; he would like to see how this kid could abduct his sister from under his nose.

However, now that humans were responsible for providing the four-dimensional space crystals, the construction of the star gate should be modified in a direction more favorable to humans.

It was just that the analysis report submitted by the Three-Eyed Clan’s staff officer on the ship made him feel even more surprised.

Perhaps it was underestimating the height of the motorcycle, or the down jacket worn outside was bloated and the fabric slippery, but the first attempt was unsuccessful.

But now it was different; Absol already exceeded spirits like Rapidash in size, and Youjia riding on it was completely fine.

Ever since that day when she said the words "He might be your brother" in front of Wei Zinuo, she had been much colder to him, even developing a sense of repulsion.

It was impossible for them to move freely in the universe; if they left the spaceship, they would probably die on the spot.

Zhan Zimo took it without a word, because she knew she couldn't win against him, so she simply stopped struggling.

Tropius ignored Roserade’s Sludge Bomb and Beautifly’s Blizzard, letting them hit its body, and instead directly used Sunny Day to make the weather incomparably clear, then a Solar Beam was fired instantly.

Perhaps the one who should reflect was herself, because the bad emotions displayed by her damn inferiority complex and self-esteem had to be paid for by Wen Yu; this was unfair.

If it really was Shen Mei, given her style, bribing the store manager to destroy the surveillance was highly likely. So Jiang Wan told herself not to rush; she couldn't expose her guess in front of this arrogant store manager.

At this moment, Zhong Shu was completely devoid of that earlier air of hostility, as if he were truly an honest merchant who had been victimized.

Because Liu Mobai was still living in the Crown Prince’s Mansion, He Mengyan was also there, but she didn't come back much.

Yu Yanhong was calm on the surface but somewhat flustered inside, trying hard to recall if she had made any mistakes.

This made Shen Yiyao, watching from the side, gnash her teeth, wishing she could go up and give Shen Shuanghua two slaps.

But Dugu Qianjue blocked her line of sight; she couldn't see anything, only hear her mother’s voice.

Every day after Jiang Wan got home from work, there would be a few lights on in the courtyard; Wen Yu knew she was afraid of the dark and left them on specifically for her. But today the courtyard was pitch black, and even the villa didn't have the lights on.

He and Tang Heng were still hiding this matter from Xue Shiyu, fearing that if Xue Shiyu knew, she would worry and her body wouldn't be able to take it.

"May the Empress Mother be healthy and happy, with endless joy." Feng Yufei bowed again, then led Wushuang and Chenxiang to retreat slowly. What exactly was this old woman planning? Could she really just want to chat with her?

"Boom!" At this moment, a loud noise rang out, and the leading tusked wild boar suddenly flew out, crashing into a large tree, dead or alive unknown.

Afterward, returning to the living room and looking at the unconscious Chu Huiyan and Xia Ruli, Nangong Yuchen frowned, feeling it was somewhat troublesome.

The Jingyang Ridge where three bowls were too many, Wu Song who drank eighteen bowls and entered Jingyang Ridge alone, sleeping on Jingyang Ridge waiting for the tiger to eat him. He beat a tiger to death with his bare hands, then reunited with his long-lost older brother.

"There's such a thing?" Yang Jian thought to himself, not expecting the Phantom Demon Seed to have evolved to such a degree that it could turn into someone like Nezha; didn't that mean it could also turn into me?