Chapter 99: If it works well, then use more of it

"Ah~ ahh… slow down, slow down!"

On the wire rig, Zheng Yitong was so startled she kept screaming — not because she was afraid of heights, nor afraid of being pulled up.

It was because the speed at which she was lowered was too fast.

That chill rushing from the tailbone straight up to the crown of the head — not many people can endure it.

Even chillier than a plane's descent.

With a soft thump, Zheng Yitong landed on the mat on the ground, her smooth forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

"One more time—"

Hearing this made Qian shi feel irritated inside, but faced with such a shamelessly thick-skinned person, she had no idea how to deal with him.

Finally reaching the end of the tunnel, the path ahead was blocked by a stone gate. Xuanyuan Guangming pushed a stone on the right side of his body; the stone sank in, and the stone gate let out a rumbling sound as the mechanism activated, and the gate swung open.

Facing Wugong Baihe's gaze, Yan Yan neither avoided it nor got lost in it, putting on an expression as though he hadn't seen it at all.

Hearing Nangong Xingyue say it, when they were wandering all over the Ziwei Plane back in the day, they had befriended the sect master of the Green Flame Sect — counting the time, it had been a friendship of over ten thousand years.

Every lit-up intellectron star would, like a planet, revolve around the soul-sun. The entire consciousness space was like a solar system, and those intellectrons were the planets, each with its own orbit, not interfering with one another.

But then again, the woman still carried the title of Princess Diana — if the two of them had secretly been lovey-dovey together, that would be one thing, but they were actually brazenly preparing to get married. Wouldn't that be a slap in the face of the British royal family?

"Father, don't worry, Lang'er just had a bowel movement." Jia Min said as she handed Lin Lang over to Jia Daishan.

"Fine then! What materials are you using now!" The Duke helplessly rubbed his forehead. Atlanteans were divinely gifted, able to move freely while ignoring the massive ocean currents and water pressure at the bottom of the sea — this was something land-dwellers could never compare to.

Then whoosh whoosh whoosh — on the spot he performed the high-difficulty lateral-dodge afterimage effect he normally couldn't pull off, like a phantom.

Xia Mo stayed at the Yang family home until eleven o'clock at night, and only reluctantly left under the urging of her manager Chen Ru.

Xiang Mian nodded. The places Gu Chen had wiped for her at first were all quite normal, then he started getting handsy. Xiang Mian swatted Gu Chen's hand away, then began eating. Gu Chen didn't get handsy with Xiang Mian again.

A month passed, and Zhao Xian rode his horse back to Sakya Monastery from Xining Prefecture. At this moment, he still did not know that a fatal disaster was already closing in on him.

These two monks were both around thirty years old; judging by their appearance they didn't look like abbots of any particular temple — they should be two traveling monks. Huang Zhen had just entered the jianghu, so naturally she didn't recognize them.

"Yes…" Zhao Yan twisted the hem of her clothes, uttering the word in a voice as faint as a gossamer thread. By the time she raised her head, the red handprint on her face had already turned into a bloody crimson, making her look as though she had a yin-yang face.

When the words ended, Zhang Xun's clay statue crumbled with a roar. The rebel soldiers swarmed forward, hacking wildly with their blades, chopping Ke Yizhi into a pulp of meat that mingled with the yellow clay and red lacquer of Zhang Xun's statue.

Besides, the one who had made relations with Zhao Xuanji very strained was Tang Henian, not the Tianhe City Special Operations Bureau Office. There was no need for everyone to offend a brave and righteous citizen who had delivered merit to their door for free.

Huang Zhen watched from the side, nervous and uneasy inside, yet not daring to rashly interrupt. She knew it was the Marrow-Cleansing Pill's medicinal potency taking effect, and feared she might ruin Wei Chimu's chance of recovery. She could only hold back her tears there, silently praying.

Zhou Zixuan was also thoroughly enjoying this hard-won leisure. Although he had had a big argument with Gu Chen, he knew it was absolutely not on purpose — thinking carefully, if he had known about such a thing, he would probably be even angrier than Gu Chen.

After soothing Salina, Cheng Yudie needed to shoulder the heavy burden of leading the team forward.

Zhiyi took the things and first went back to her room. Seeing that Shao Zhiqiu hadn't returned yet, she came out to ask, her face anxious.