Chapter 118: Suffering Is the Key!

Bzzt bzzt bzzt—

The next second, before Yunze could even ask what the other party wanted by dismantling the radio.

The already pried-open radio began emitting waves of static noise, as annoying and unsettling as someone tuning through channels.

"Pain… it's too painful…"

"Why hasn't my suffering brought about a miracle?"

A hoarse male voice came through the static—even though the radio's own issues caused the sound to distort,

Saying that Xia Chuan's earlier devouring evolution was absorbing the superior genes of other creatures and adding them to himself.

Fortunately, he arrived in time—the person was fine now. He stopped her at once, and seeing her sitting here crying, he figured she just couldn't think things through, had a quarrel with her family to scare them, and never really intended to do it.

Qian Lie had originally wanted his agent to control the traffic, but he hadn't expected the netizens' "itchy fingers" to be uncontrollable at all, and in the end could only give up and let it be.

On the way, he asked how his little sister had been lately, but Mother Xu said this sister had become increasingly rebellious lately—even for a holiday she wouldn't come home, saying she wanted to go out traveling for the holiday, going to western Sichuan as a backpacker with a group of classmates.

Just as he was about to set off for Buynow, at that moment he received a call from Huang Shuyu, saying she was waiting for him downstairs.

He had just taken a step forward when a sudden sharp pain shot through his waist; turning his head, he saw fresh blood streaming from his own body.

"Hey, don't you have a big grudge against me? Here's a chance for you to get revenge." Li Yang asked eagerly.

In other words, what Xia Chuan had to do now was to completely fuse the two Hyper Zetton-stage templates together.

"I have something I want to tell you." His voice carried infinite bitterness, making it impossible to refuse.

The speaker's name was Gong Zheng, a band lead vocalist, probably around fifty years old, who spoke slowly and methodically.

The main room could be considered an open space, with no deliberate division between bedroom, sitting room, and kitchen.

Feng Jiuyou pointed at the blazing sun and cursed—a single thought from a Transcendent Supreme could annihilate a Sovereign, let alone Qin Yang.

An An had already changed back into male attire, stepping past Jian Chen to walk to the front, and cupped his fists toward Yan Yuanhua as a greeting.

Pointing to the edge of the trap, Ye Yan had Wangcai spread his dog paws and dig; before long, he had scraped away the dirt at the trap's edge, filling in an arc to create a dirt path.

When experts clash, treasures battle, and they fight hand-to-hand, they clash dozens or even hundreds of times in an instant—when would there be time for you to cast spells?

Likewise, only a legendary mountain gate of an aircraft-carrier class could possibly possess that kind of secret art—a secret art that makes a person vanish on the spot.

Fortunately, reason told him he couldn't make a mistake now—his wife, my lord, was still watching from some corner, watching the live show.

After learning the whole story, everyone gave a thumbs-up, praising Old Ye's family for being generous and righteous, and no one said anything was amiss.

But through last night's repeated experiment, I used a more complex compound circulation method to re-examine it, and discovered that an unknown ingredient had been mixed in.

These two prodigies were now only a few zhang apart, sizing each other up with sidelong glances; however, there was none of the usual confrontational fire—instead, there was a rare hint of tacit understanding.

As for what this accident was, Grandmother couldn't be sure either. It might be some person with profound magical power, or it might be some force in nature.

"Even if the boss found out, at most he'd just scold Jian-ge a couple of times and that would be that." Ye Chaohai said.

Since Savin had unreservedly taught Selesi mental magic, the last trace of hatred she had held toward Savin had vanished into thin air. With doomsday at hand, one more power meant one more chance of survival—right now, what Selesi desired most was to gain power; this was probably what came first in the dragon race's bones.