Chapter 409: Brother, Want the Fangzhang Island?

Qi dou leng.

Is there no trust left between people?

Old Fang never imagined that in just one night, everything had turned upside down.

A man relies on the power of his bird!

Inside, Old Fang roared in fury.

But on his face, a smile appeared—obsequious, fawning.

Normally, he could still hold onto some dignity, for as a great master, he had his pride, but

But Yuan Qingyu directly ignored this so-called senior; before her, these fools weren’t even infants. Without a word, she flicked her gaze, and the Blood-Drinking Demon Qin materialized midair.

Zhao Zilong added excitement by setting up prizes for winning hands; those with the highest point totals in the card game received corresponding rewards, and his proposal sparked great enthusiasm among the crowd.

She glanced at Qing Lian, who had just returned to the Special Police Unit, said nothing, and sat beside him coldly, listening to the leaders speak.

More and more crimson flames surged, lightning crackled, and bolts split the sky—this Nine Radiance Heavenly Furnace was indeed formidable.

But Linchuan never expected this day would come so suddenly, so abruptly that she had no preparation at all. Unconsciously, a mischievous smile surfaced in her mind.

Blood mist spread, thick with the stench of blood; in an instant, the entire ship’s Feng Birds seemed effortlessly wiped out by Qin Tian.

Is the so-called ultimate defense of Nine Stars Seeking the Dragon merely an invincible defense that consumes human blood to extend life?

Zhao Zilong looked up suddenly to see Hao Juan standing in a line with a group of tall waitresses in qipaos, smiling at him. Their faces bloomed like peach blossoms, eyes brimming with affection, filled with adoration as they gazed at him.

After sensing the growing strength of the aura, Chu Xinghan nodded and turned again to treat others; thirty minutes later, everyone was out of danger.

But Shen Kuo was obsessed with officialdom; Wang Ju sighed inwardly: Different paths, no shared goals—how true indeed.

These men were strong members of the Light Holy Church, dispatched by Old Wu to this place to covertly support Ying Chengfeng’s rival factions.

Sakura turned her back without looking, raised two fingers in a V-sign, then stepped forward to speak with the five Gu -keepers, handed them her invitation, and entered the challenge space; Mo Jian and the others quickly chose to watch her.

Cui Lingfeng’s face turned utterly grim, every wrinkle deepening into a canyon; suddenly, he pressed his hand lightly against Cheng Bin’s neck, injecting a moderate burst of spiritual energy, sending him into unconsciousness.

Before “Star Ring World,” games depicting space warfare, alien races of the star seas, bizarre extraterrestrials, and even cosmic ultimate mysteries were countless, with many finely crafted masterpieces.

“Hahaha!” For some reason, the Supreme Sovereign, now flattened into a photograph, laughed—struggling out of the mountain body again, his laughter growing clearer, yet his eyes grew darker and more sinister.

If not for this moment, Han Luer feared that if she opened her mouth to speak to Ye Ruo, she would burst into tears she couldn’t control; she truly wanted to thank Ye Ruo, then say, “Understanding is priceless.”

Unlike the brutishness of the beastmen, Taixifeng’s elegance was exquisite, radiating grace and nobility; standing there, every gesture and movement formed a perfect painting.

The gun in his hand seemed to come alive, transforming into a black dragon, using the air as its ocean, stirring up chaos.

Mo Jian looked at Sakura, then at Hua Hua beside her, then over at the flat-chested woman and the monk.

“Good! No problem!” Yi Die’s face lit up at once; without hesitation, she agreed instantly.

Whether or not Chang’e’s flag was too perfectly planted, that night, the enemy appeared outside the village.