Chapter 180: Little Zhang: I Suspect You're Taking Revenge on Me!

Along the long road through the forest, the sound of car engines slowly echoed.

"Hurry up, are none of you awake?!" Yang Zhigang, playing the role of Balang, held a large megaphone and shouted with a stern face.

Behind the vehicles was a scattered line of "new recruits."

A blower nearby was blowing white smoke at them frantically; the wind was both cold and strong.

The new recruits of the Beast Camp staggered, panting, their foreheads covered in beads of sweat.

It wasn't acting; it was real.

Everyone was stunned; they had clearly seen only one fireball, so why did the Giant God say there were countless?

While they were exchanging words, Ouyang Ran was utterly annihilated by a shadow that followed like a ghost; the owl's claws, sharp as blades, slashed shocking gashes across Ouyang Ran's front and back, yet not a single drop of blood flowed out.

Due to the weather, pedestrians on the street had become very scarce, and even cars had decreased; the biggest change was that buses on the street had increased, slowed down, and become more crowded. So many passengers squeezed the bus doors shut that they couldn't be opened at all.

By rights, only she, her master, and the three fairies should have known this matter; how did Great Immortal Xi Yu find out? Could there be a way within Immortal Power to spy on others' thoughts?

Moreover, he had earnestly and "kindly" reminded her; even pretending not to see it was beyond him, obviously a person with low emotional intelligence.

Regarding this, Han Qi said nothing, merely handing the two of them two communication talismans, saying only to contact each other again in half a year, then took his leave.

Seeing this black shadow reveal its true form, whether it was Bu Kong and the other two, the Six Ears Holy Hall, or the Healer, all turned pale with terror.

Zhang Ze looked back; the monster child was slowly turning around. Although it had six legs, its coordination was very poor; after all, it had been haphazardly stitched together by someone and simply couldn't run.

Hearing the White Tiger's words, Wang Bing fully activated the War God Art; his thoughts immersed themselves entirely within it. When he opened his eyes again, beneath his feet lay a surging, turbulent golden ocean.

Huh, but after laughing, why look at her so sharply all of a sudden? What's going on? Isn't this the plot development?

Li Xiang was also completely confused, but he said nothing, quietly waiting for Old Master Zhang to speak first. Li Xiang knew that in this situation, whoever took the initiative would suffer and lose control. Li Xiang wouldn't do such a foolish thing; he would just wait it out. Thinking of this, Li Xiang followed Old Master Zhang's movement and picked up his teacup.

The samurai of the Thunder Kingdom were still struggling endlessly; their bodies had almost sunk down to their waists, each one left with only half a body, unable to get out no matter what.

What Lin Yi was completely unaware of was that in another place in Nanyang City, someone was silently chanting his name.

Although, for Gu Tian, whether to participate in this program or not was somewhat indifferent, but since the person had bullied her openly, Gu Tian could not possibly not strike back.

Originally, Lu Youyou was still uninterested, but until Jiang Xia mentioned the name Gu Yixian, her voice suddenly rose sharply.

Li Tianchen followed the Qilin Imperial Preceptor and the Palace Master of Qionghua Heavenly Palace, arriving at one of the banquet tables and sitting down casually.

Wei De frowned; this was indeed a problem. Since the late 1960s, Japanese televisions had stormed into the American market, and RCA's market share had been declining day by day. To reduce production costs in the United States, the company had started investing in factories in underdeveloped regions over a decade ago, intending to lower production costs.

If the person behind the scenes was not the Great Ghost, then Tang Feng would believe it. But Song Xiuzhen? No matter what, he found it hard to accept.

"Yo, Young Master Qian, why aren't you going to rest and recover, but coming here instead?" Seeing Qian Yulu arrive, Song An wore a smile on his face, but his words were quite sharp.

Chen Ning talked about how tired she had been recently and how full her schedule was, finally concluding: You must treat me to a big meal.