Chapter 111: The Cult of Disaster—What Bad Luck, We Keep Running Into Each Other!

If not for Ruoyin spotting Fourth Master in his dark blue robe from afar, she would have suspected she'd taken a wrong turn.

Neo couldn't help but smile bitterly, his eyes revealing a flicker of resolve. Though he didn't know how much longer "Chaos Fantasy" could last… no, he should say how many more seconds it could hold, he had to take this gamble now.

"Hehe, then I'll get started!" Having received Su Mu's permission, Ling grew excited; with his control, the battle armor moved directly to the rear of the ship. After scanning, he confirmed this was the engine room—destroy it, and the ship would lose power immediately.

Luo Kai's face carried a hint of joy—his nephew had opened his own shop in such a short time.

The child's mother watched Minotaur with tense eyes, her wariness as if she feared he might transform into some monster in the next second.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Song nearly leapt up in terror; without thinking, he slammed the back of his head into the person behind him.

"You'll help me earn two billion if I invest two billion?" He Yue regarded Li Jinglong with a calm gaze.

Wang Guihua returned home, hid the USB drive discreetly, cooked dinner with the nanny, and soon after, faint calls echoed through the house.

Though she was merely a novice in business, with Tao Xianqian as her powerful backer offering guidance, her business would surely sail smoothly.

He Yue was a full-fledged Hua Jing Master—serving him was both an honor and an opportunity.

The number of guards throughout the three layers of the Chancellor's mansion had also greatly decreased—not because Shangguan Yun, after resigning as Chancellor, lacked the means to maintain such a large household, but because Shangguan Yun preferred quiet, so he dismissed many.

Moreover, accepting gifts makes one indebted—when Elder Zhu first met her, he'd given her plenty of good things. Now that the old master had come looking for her, how could she possibly give him a cold shoulder? Naturally, she treated him warmly.

Perhaps this "paradise" was only for that puppet. Gazing at the horrific scene before him, Tian Ye could imagine how the puppet had imprisoned these people here, then tortured them to death with cruel methods.

We several fell into Mo Xiaoxiao's trap and were buried alive in an underground space resembling a cellar. Though we've sent out our spiritual forms to seek help outside, we have no full confidence—we must wait, but also search for even a glimmer of hope.

"Young Madam, where are you going?" An Xin hurried after Ding Yezǐ as she walked out.

Five thousand years is a threshold for the phoenix—pass it, and you become true auspiciousness; wherever you go, auspicious clouds appear in the sky—you are, truly, a totem.

Though Ding Yezǐ repeatedly insisted Hao Ling need not escort her, Hao Ling still wrapped the cloak around her and saw her all the way to the gate. Outside, the crowd was thick; Hao Ling could no longer whisper careful instructions as he had inside, so he simply grasped her hand, gazing steadily at her, conveying his feelings.

Indeed, Ziyan's otherworldly beauty puzzled all the makeup artists—should they apply makeup or not? Apply it, and it would be overdoing it; skip it, and she looked too plain—wasn't every bride supposed to wear heavy makeup?

Qi Han lowered his brows and closed his eyes, solemnly raising both arms, clasping his hands level with his shoulders, then slowly bowing.

They crowded in, blocking Lu Chao's path, forcing Lu Chao to lose his temper again.

"My lord is wise." Fang Lin understood—officials like Governor Pu who balanced public and private interests were rare, and he also understood this was a subtle lesson meant for him.

Amid intertwined breaths, Xiao Yanci freed a hand to remove her obstructive mask, lightly kissing her nose, then moving to her eyelashes.

Gao Xin pulled a vine from the side, intending to drag the person out, but underestimated the mud's suction—not only did he fail to rescue them, he nearly got pulled into the swamp himself.

No one could see them now, yet despite the spacious seat, they sat pressed tightly together, leaving a vast empty space.

There are fifty points total; guests may exchange them endlessly until all points are exhausted.

Gu Yu's gaze was drawn to the scroll, for he saw a faint purple aura upon it, and simultaneously, divine light coalesced into a QR code on the scroll.

Xu Yang's heart grew uneasy; he lowered his head, pouted his lips, his face full of grievance, terrified Jiang Shuyu would reject him.

Ning Qian took a chisel and hammered the clay block as if it were Xie Yu's head, chipping off many chunks.

Mei Wuhua spoke in a coquettish tone, then grabbed Lin Feng's arm and walked out of the private room.

Da Wu Hui had silently devoted himself to her, braving the nine deadly lives of Jiuyu Mountain for her. After learning of these things, she could no longer remain calm, nor remain unmoved—especially since Gu Qiqi was someone easily moved.

"Come out, damned human! Show yourself to Your Majesty! How dare you challenge the Dragon Palace? Then stop hiding behind your turtle shell!" The white-haired, white-browed Ice Wyrm pounded the submarine containing Lin Weiwei and others with deadened spiritual power.

But in the next instant, Zhang Tao froze—he was stunned because Yang Yulin Xiao was charging straight at him? Unprepared, Zhang Tao took a punch square to the face; though the fist was cute and petite, as the fist of a transformed beast, it was enough to make Zhang Tao spit blood.

The Azure Blood Demon Wolf's eyes flashed sharply—he, a knight, had suffered a hidden loss while in close combat with an archer.

She suddenly remembered something, spun around, glanced once at the beast egg in the courtyard's center, "Don't say your third sister's bullying you—this egg's yours. Keep it well." With that, she walked resolutely into the room, and the door slammed shut—"Bang—".