Chapter 79: Wearing a Suit, I

I've wanted to buy one since the day I posted my character design on NXG's official Weibo, but JM's online store never stocked it.

Saying this, the long-haired girl put on the specially prepared women's team uniform, amid glances of mild surprise and envy from those around her.

"It fits well, and the design is pretty nice."

Unlike some celebrity merch that looks good but is useless, Jiang Ming clearly considered this issue—he designed separate male and female versions of the uniform.

"Heh, old man, think carefully—how strong are seven Spirit Pattern Beasts? You know their power. Even if you destroy all of them here, it won't affect our true forms; instead, how many of you will die?" The Lust Demon Lord chuckled.

"Just now, a young man said he'd help us, but where is he now?" Lady Li gazed toward the doorway.

Just as Huo Chengze thought she might say something earth-shattering, the drunkard indeed uttered an "earth-shattering" remark.

It was at the Shengshi Hotel in Lian Shi that a photo surfaced of a tall man carrying a bottle of Yunbo Wine out of his room.

Just as she reached down to pluck it, she suddenly heard movement behind her, turned her head, yet her hand didn't slow.

"So, Duke Xu is very likely from Gu Bei." Luo Feng sat down, murmuring to himself.

So, whether she could use this Sea Crystal Stone was still uncertain—since An Lusi wouldn't give it to her, then fine, she wouldn't get it.

After seeing this scene, Wei Ruoyun suddenly felt this stranger was very pitiful.

"Yuan! You don't have a weapon! Let me go!" Xue drew her sword from her waist, blocked Yuan, and charged forward alone.

The media had already received word and began stakeouts the night before, scrambling to secure the best positions.

A sharp whistle pierced the air; Yu Chen's heart jolted—he had no time to think, instantly leaned back sharply, and saw a silver streak flash past his eyes, thudding into the thick hide of the Giant-Winged Vulture. Due to its tough skin and dense flesh, the arrow inflicted no damage.

Jin Tong let out a shriek, his body instantly pierced with arrows; the wooden shafts trembled slightly as they stuck in him. He planted his great blade into the ground, knelt half-facing toward Liu'an, and breathed his last breath.

The military advisor is burdened with heavy duties; now that Cao Cao plans to head west to Chang'an, his responsibilities are even greater—don't trouble him with baseless rumors! Liu Bei said coolly.

"What? How is this possible?" When the massive white creature appeared before them, everyone froze, including Rong Rong Xiaoyu. This was simply too unbelievable.

Feng Wu watched his straight back and quietly exhaled in relief; meeting his gaze required great courage—not just the martial pressure radiating from him, but also that aura capable of slaying one unseen, an aura different from Ye Xiang's domineering, world-subduing presence, yet equally effecting.

Arriving at the restaurant where he'd agreed to meet Gong Shaoxie, it was already six p. m. Since it was summer, the sky hadn't fully darkened, but most restaurants—even during daytime—kept their lights on; yet this one had no light at all.

Thus, He Fang developed a thought: where do the souls of the dead go, and how can one resurrect the dead? The two discussed details further, then firmly decided to head straight for a branch of the Jian family—though not this one in Qingsong City.

Following the Grand Master was merely a temporary tactic—to remain unchanged and respond to all changes. If one appeared indifferent to the treasures here, one might become a target for the other factions. No one wanted a knife in the back.

This time of day was the morning rush hour; the taxi moved stop-and-go, the driver grumbling occasionally about Beijing's heavy traffic, large population, and high prices. Rong Rong Xiaoyu involuntarily hummed an "mm," a kind of affirmation; the driver, hearing him respond, eagerly struck up conversation.