Chapter 180: Zhang Ruoyun: I Suspect You Are Taking Revenge on Me!

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

"Hurry up, are you all still asleep?!" Yang Zhigang, playing the role of Balang, shouted with a straight face while holding a megaphone.

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

A blower to the side was blowing white smoke at them frantically, and the wind was both cold and strong.

The new recruits of the Beast Camp swayed and panted, their foreheads covered in dense beads of sweat.

It wasn't acting; it was real.

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

While they were communicating, Ouyang Ran had already been ravaged by a shadow that followed like a phantom; the owl's claws were like sharp blades, carving shocking gashes into Ouyang Ran's chest and back, yet not a single drop of blood flowed out.

Due to the weather, pedestrians on the streets had become very scarce, and even cars had decreased; the biggest change was that there were more buses on the streets, and they had become slower and more crowded. The passengers were so numerous that they squeezed the bus doors until they couldn't be opened at all.

Logically speaking, only she, her Master, and the three fairies knew about this; how could the Great Immortal Xiyu know? Could it be that there was a way to pry into others' thoughts within immortal power?

Moreover, he had "kindly" reminded her in a self-righteous manner; he couldn't even pretend not to see, which clearly showed his low emotional intelligence.

Regarding this, Han Qi did not say anything, merely handing the two of them two sound-transmission talismans, saying only to contact him in half a year, before taking his leave.

Seeing this black shadow reveal its true form, whether it was the three of Bukong, the Six-Ears Holy Hall, or the Pharmacist, all were struck with horror.

Zhang Ze looked back; the monster child was turning around slowly. Despite having six legs, his coordination was very poor; after all, he had been pieced together haphazardly, and he couldn't run at all.

Hearing the White Tiger's words, Wang Bing channeled the War God Art with all his might, his thoughts completely immersed within it; when he opened his eyes once more, beneath his feet was a surging, golden ocean.

Huh, but after laughing, what is the meaning of looking at her so sharply? Could it be that this isn't the intended plot development?

Li Xiang was also bewildered, but he didn't speak, waiting quietly for the old Master Zhang to take the initiative to speak. Li Xiang knew that in the current situation, whoever took the initiative would be at a disadvantage, having lost the upper hand. Li Xiang wouldn't do such a foolish thing, so he would just wait it out. Thinking of this, Li Xiang followed the old Master Zhang's movements and picked up his teacup.

The warriors of the Land of Lightning were still struggling continuously; their bodies had almost sunk to their waists, each of them left with only half a body, unable to walk out no matter what.

And what Lin Yi was completely unaware of was that in another part of Nanyang City, someone was silently reciting his name.

Although whether or not to participate in this program was somewhat indifferent to Gu Tian, since this person had bullied her so openly, it was impossible for Gu Tian not to strike back.

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

Li Tianchen followed the Qilin Imperial Master and the Palace Master of the Qionghua Heavenly Palace to one of the banquet tables and sat down casually.

Wade frowned; this was indeed a problem. Since the late 60s, Japanese television had begun to aggressively enter the American market, and RCA's market share had been declining day by day. In order to reduce domestic production costs in the United States, the company had begun investing in building factories in non-developed regions over a decade ago, intending to lower production costs.

If he said the person behind the scenes wasn't the Great Ghost, he, Tang Feng, would believe it. But Song Xiuzhen? No matter what, he found it hard to accept.

"Yo, Young Master Qian, why are you here instead of recuperating?" Seeing Qian Yulu arrive, Song An wore a smile on his face, but his words were quite caustic.

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