Chapter 141: Jesus Can

The Fish of the Cult of Disaster bit the hook first.

Then let's deal with them first.

The other player, Wu Wang, has other arrangements.

Wu Wang looked at the few members of the Cult of Disaster before him, their expressions confused and flustered—especially two familiar figures—and his expression grew even more amused.

When the nun heard him say the word "punishment," a look of holy compassion appeared on her flawless face.

Then the blood-tears slid from her corner of the eye, yet made

Ishual caring for his sister?! Ishabella had never said so before, so Nian didn't know if Ishabella's words were true. But she was still somewhat startled—Isabella in her latent state, with all subconscious and hidden emotions laid bare, likely spoke at least some truth.

The golden armor on his body burst into light in an instant; the golden dragon within the armor seemed to come alive, emitting roars of dragon song.

What's going on? Do both of them really like Qin Yan at the same time? Are they showing off to each other?

"It's fine—just lucky we ran into an extremely skilled alchemist," Helen smiled.

Now, a year has passed, and her condition has not improved in the slightest; on the contrary, it has grown worse.

The sudden shift in their master's tone left the three black-robed men kneeling in the hall momentarily stunned.

Murong Xuehan and Li Tianba nodded and followed Qin Yan toward the northwest. A few minutes later, Qin Yan and the others arrived at a dense forest.

Luo fell silent. He didn't think Sheyla was training—she seemed to be courting death. After all, if one were to go out for training, one should at least have a properly conditioned body.

Why was the baptism ritual like this? Sheryl was also stunned. She immediately checked Shaya and Ella—their breaths were steady, as if they had merely fallen into a deep sleep. "Good… Nian, they're still alright." Sheryl woke Shaya and Ella, but they seemed half-asleep, half-dazed, their faces pale and weak.

As the saying goes: Heaven is heartless yet full of feeling. The "feeling" Heaven possesses will never be lacking; when it is heartless, it brings calamities and heavenly retribution, showing no mercy whatsoever.

The vengeful spirits followed her gaze—and upon seeing the earth-bound spirit, their eyes filled with hatred.

How had this world suddenly become so surreal? They had not yet recovered from the shock of Murong Yu not being dead, when horror came pouring in.

But simply washing her face couldn't fully wake her up. When she stumbled out of the bathroom half-asleep, she thought she saw a figure she recognized.

Thinking this, Dong Ruichang decided not to delay any longer and immediately ordered staff to bring the senior representatives of the large corporations he had just mentioned into this conference room.

Xie Jinchao did not argue with him; instead, he called in someone and whispered a few words in their ear. The person nodded and turned to leave.

The kitchen instantly descended into chaos; within minutes, steaming dishes were carried out one by one.

Tong Wusansheng sucked in a sharp breath—the pain was intense. Zhang Qiling clearly had been furious, and his blows were not light; one could even say they were quite heavy.

Ye Fan was fully immersed, in high spirits, and had no intention of being gentle. He ate his fill and was thoroughly satisfied all night.

The information in the giant's words was overwhelming. Xie Changning froze for a moment, then countless thoughts flashed through his mind like a spinning lantern.

Although he knew Li Changshun spoke the truth and had no intention of exaggerating or deliberately making things difficult, he still could not accept it.

"The Wish Fruit: to learn the Great Wish Art, you must first condense a Wish Fruit. Only after successfully condensing it and swallowing the Wish Fruit can you possibly learn the Great Wish Art. If you fail to condense it, you will never learn the Great Wish Art." Lin Tian's heart was now extremely "excited."

I'm simply not suited for this—flirting and teasing is too much trouble. The Emperor chooses whom he wants with a single word; why go through all this effort? Besides, I'm higher than the Emperor.