Chapter 115: Are You Saying I Should Kill Myself?

【Prophet's Eye (Passive): Predicts the target's next three seconds of movement with no cost or cooldown】

Wu Wang has seemed dazed since leaving the Mary, his thoughts no longer as sharp as usual, even his movements lagging half a beat.

The main reason is actually—

He is adapting to this legendary equipment’s passive ability!

In fact, Wu Wang started getting a headache the moment he stepped off the ship and saw Zhuge Yue.

Because

Tiweiya stared into Lin Wei’s eyes; her words addressed “you,” not “you all”—from the start, her enemy was solely Lin Wei.

After who-knows-how-long, Zhao Mingzhe felt a chill on his face, tried to open his eyes but couldn’t; the next moment, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, as if a chunk of flesh had been ripped away.

This is the Blood Falcon’s “Flying Bird,” the most advanced and fully equipped aerial super-combat weapon currently in existence.

When the others heard Zhou Lao’s exclamation, their attention turned here; seeing the three-meter-long unfurled scroll, they could hardly believe it.

Unless carrying an oxygen tank, no normal creature can hold its breath underwater in such a violent current for thirty seconds—the floating rocks and trees alone would smash the poor soul into submission.

The Berserker immediately signaled the Archer beside him, who nocked an arrow and shot.

Upon hearing this, Murong Fu’s heart leapt with joy; under Murong Bo’s despairing gaze, he exposed all their father-son crimes and ugliness.

Tiweiya pouted, then nodded, and waited with Lin Wei as the other approached.

Behind him, another mighty thunder erupted, shattering the starry sky, plunging him instantly into boundless hell.

It seems Mu Youchun’s drastic transformation in such a short time is directly tied to Hu Yingze’s efforts—also a validation of Hu Yingze’s work capability.

The martial artist rotated and unleashed force simultaneously through fourteen joints—neck, both shoulders, both elbows, both wrists, waist, both hips, both knees, both ankles—propelling his body forward like a spring.

But since he had already explained the full context to Li Yinghua, and now asked the question right before Li Yinghua’s eyes, there was no turning back.

Several others adorned with jade and pearls, upon hearing this, each wore a sour expression, faintly nodding in agreement.

Watching Tang Yin’s shocked expression, Liu Mengmeng sneered, continued eating her food, utterly unaware that Tang Yin had been frightened by her.

As soon as he moved his body, Yu Gu felt a series of popping sounds like frying beans—his joints grinding together; his newly refined flesh had bones that no longer glided smoothly as before, requiring slight adaptation.

I spent three days accounting for every coin and grain in the valley, calculating daily consumption, and extrapolating average toll income from past records.

Ruyi turned completely pale, sat frozen on the ground, tears and snot streaming down her face, forgetting to wipe them. Lady Zheng remained silent, head bowed, her face shifting between pale and ashen, looking dreadful.

“Huh? Is she from the Demon Cult? We’ve apparently gotten tangled up with some seriously powerful people. She’s our mom now.” Yan Shangci chimed in after Meng Chuanqing spoke.

Identical questions, asked in unison; Xing Hui stopped dead in her tracks upon seeing Ma Ai, asking the exact same question—clearly they knew each other, yet never imagined meeting here.

After the match resumed, Ancelotti adjusted the lineup, replacing Di Maria with Marcelo.

I clearly remember when I was ten, I traveled with my grandfather to a famous mountain in Jiangnan Province to visit an old friend; we encountered an accident en route—my convoy was hit by a mudslide and nearly swept into the valley.