Chapter 120: All the SSRs Are Mine!

Thinking this, Lu Jiaxin chatted some more idle nonsense with Li Chengyuan, until finally Li Chengyuan, finding her annoying, hung up the phone first.

One can imagine that at that time, this bastard could, without anyone knowing or noticing, remove the magazine from her pistol and slip a tracker into her hair with no effort at all.

For instance, the various threats existing within the chaos; no one could predict whether something would suddenly occur at that time. He must consider every possibility, yet such possibilities cannot be prepared for in advance.

Holding a bundle in one hand and covering her ear with the other, she glared fiercely at him and ran out in a few strides.

While chatting with Richard, Caesar cut away the rotting flesh from his body, then used medical ninjutsu to repair his body.

Ruins are after all different from the outside world; the dangers here do not come from magical beasts, so formations used outside are not applicable here. On the contrary, this single-file snake formation is the best possible choice.

What Yang Fan did was entirely based on the directions in his memory; the directions he threw toward were where Nan Surong, Ren Wo Xing, and the people of Pan Yun Mountain and the Blade Sect were located.

"Sister Feng, Sister Feng!" Mizuki Chiyo called out several times, but the "Sister Feng" she called was not the one from the TV matchmaking show, but the personal nanny left for her by Mayu Hime.

"However, if Master Bao knew, he probably wouldn't object, right?" Xiao Tie thought silently to himself.

Another kind of god has no relation to faith at all; this kind of god is a primordial god who possessed their own divinity from the moment of their birth.

Dark-Saul knew that the Chaos Gods hated the Human Emperor of Warhammer 40K because the Emperor possessed holy power that restrained them. But now it seemed the Emperor's power did not merely restrain the Chaos; it also restrained all chaotic-attribute creatures, including the Abyssal forces.

"I was originally a wanderer, drifting without support. Parting without hope, return without date." The voice was distant and lingering; she recognized the identity of the voice's owner. She suddenly changed her mind; she would stay here.

Bai Shu had also seen the Daoist canon recording the method of igniting soul fragments. He hadn't deliberately studied it, yet he knew some of the principles. Using it now felt somewhat clumsy, like a four-legged donkey; the paper crane lacked any sense of agility.

Mo Fan spent a month acquiring hospitals across the entire H Country. Then, Mo Fan ordered his subordinates to take his instructions and travel to hospitals in various countries around the world to carry out acquisitions.

Over two weeks, he had been busy with company matters. A 3 million investment project, plus the onboarding review of company personnel, occupied most of Li Hao's time.

That red robe seemed as if dyed with fresh blood; faintly, the wailing of wronged souls emanated from the red robe.

In an instant, Yang Yan figured out Li Zheng's series of tactics and couldn't help but reveal a cold sneer.

If it were merely selling ancestral heirlooms left by ancestors, that would be one thing; some people even started eyeing various burial goods.

I heard the forbidden area of the Sword Sect, the Sword Tomb, holds thousands of famous swords, but can those thousand swords compare to this single sword from the Profound Heaven's Back Abyss?

Wang Lao felt helpless for a moment; this fellow couldn't change. However, since his old friend was safe, he breathed a huge sigh of relief and was secretly happy for his old friend, because Liang Dong had previously said that regardless of the dismissal, he would not hold grudges over past events. This meant his old friend was no longer in danger; what could be more worth rejoicing over than that?

"Is that so? Who is doomed, only the fight will tell," Wang Biao said coldly. The "Slaughter, Break, Wolf" sword had already appeared in his hand, white light swirling across the blade, emitting a biting chill.

Sun Luo grasped that withered, thin hand. Ten years ago, this hand had been infinitely warm and powerful, but now it had become like this.

"A Primordial Sage is an existence above the High Sage, capable of tampering with rules, easily causing an entire plane to collapse, and even reforging earth, wind, fire, and water to construct a world of their own!" While speaking, the Red Robe's gaze fell upon Liu Hao, wanting to see the methods of a Primordial Sage.

"No problem, I'll be using Girara on my side." After Liu Hao finished speaking, Girara walked into the battle arena. For this arena filled with rocks everywhere, Girara was obviously very fond of it.

And this young man could actually make the family head address him as a friend; one can see his terrifying nature, not inferior to those elder figures.

"Hehe... just kidding. Namie has already paid for these," Catherine said with a coquettish laugh.

The scene of their first meeting: she gave Wei Yan the jade slip recording his father's cultivation insights, and the red mole on her left hand.

Gu Xiaobei thought He Zijun had agreed to her request, so she put her heart at ease, returned to her previous sunny brightness, and started chattering and laughing.

Wang Lao's expression changed to fear simultaneously. Hearing his old friend's exclamation and recalling that Liang Dong had seemingly done something to his old friend earlier, he was instantly startled, thinking Liang Dong had still caused some harm to his old friend.

"Yes!" Wu Jue responded to the order, but looking at his tight, strained face, it seemed he could not relax.

"Guo An liking Li Feifei is his own business; what is there for you to disclose or not disclose?" Xu Zhongjun said dismissively.

Although everyone could not mobilize their spiritual power, opening one's spiritual ring required only a single thought; this was completely no problem.

Because they could control it very well, few people knew about this matter. Recently, however, gene mutations fermented by Lu Zhihuan caused some people, even though they knew, to dare not bring it up directly. Who knows when terrible symptoms might appear on their own bodies.

"If you have the guts, come on! I have five bastards behind me." Heavy Fist was also as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. Of course he was anxious about Jin's disappearance, but these persistent ghosts behind him had him pinned down tightly; even escaping was difficult, leaving no chance to do anything else.