Chapter 141: Not Even Jesus Can Save You! I'm Telling You!

The Disaster Cult's fish took the bait first.

Then we'll deal with them first.

Wu Wang had other arrangements for the remaining players.

Wu Wang looked at the few Disaster Cult members before him, their expressions somewhat dazed and flustered—especially two familiar figures—and his own expression grew all the more amused.

When the nun heard him say the word "punishment," a perfectly holy compassion surfaced on her flawless face.

Then the blood tears sliding from the corner of her eye—

Isiah dotes on his sister?! Isabella had never once mentioned it before, so Zhu Nian didn't know whether Isabella was telling the truth. But she was still somewhat startled; Isabella in that state, with her subconscious and hidden emotions fully open, was probably speaking at least partly true.

The golden armor on his body also blazed with light in an instant; the golden dragon within the armor seemed to come alive, letting out roars of dragon-song.

What's going on? Could those two really have fallen for Qin Yan at the same time? Are they trying to intimidate each other?

"It's nothing—just lucky, really, running into an extremely skilled pharmacist," Helen said with a smile.

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

The sudden shift in their master's tone made the three black-clad men kneeling in the hall all freeze in unison.

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

Luo fell silent. He didn't think Hila was out training; rather, it looked like she was courting death. After all, if you were going out to train, you'd at least get your body into shape first.

Why was the baptism ceremony like this? Sheryl was equally stunned. Sheryl immediately checked Saya and Ella—breathing steady, seemingly just fast asleep. "Thank goodness… Zhu Nian, they're both fine." Sheryl woke Saya and Ella, but the two of them seemed half-awake and half-dazed, faces weak.

So it is said: Heaven is heartless yet has feeling. The "feeling" of Heaven—nothing owed is missing. And when it is heartless, that is heavenly catastrophe and thunderous punishment, with no sentiment to be spoken of.

The vengeful ghosts followed her gaze, and the moment they saw the earth-bound spirit, their eyes filled with hatred.

How did this world suddenly become so fantastical? Before she could even recover from the shock of Murong Yu not being dead, one horror after another came pouring in.

Yet simply splashing her face with water couldn't fully wake her. When she stumbled out of the bathroom in a daze, she seemed to see a very familiar figure.

Thinking of this, Dong Ruichang decided not to stall any longer and immediately had the staff invite the senior executives of the large groups he had introduced earlier into the conference room here.

Xie Jinzhao didn't argue with him, but raised his voice to call a person in, whispered a few words in his ear; the other party gave an assent and turned to leave.

The kitchen immediately burst into chaos. Within a few minutes, steaming hot dishes were carried out one plate after another.

The pain made Wu Sansheng hiss and suck in a breath of cold air. Zhang Qiling was clearly furious, and his strike had been no light one—arguably quite heavy.

Ye Fan's interest was fully roused, completely absorbed; naturally he would show no tenderness. He ate his fill and was thoroughly satisfied that night.

The information packed into the strong man's words was simply too great. Xie Changning froze for a moment, then countless thoughts flickered through his mind like a revolving lantern.

Although he knew what Li Changshun said was also the truth—no exaggeration, no deliberate difficulty—he still couldn't accept it.

"The Wish Fruit. To learn the Great Wish Art, one must first condense a Wish Fruit. Only if the condensation succeeds and one swallows this Wish Fruit can one possibly learn the Great Wish Art; if the condensation fails, learning the Great Wish Art is impossible." Lin Tian was now extremely "excit"ed inside.

He simply wasn't suited for it—all that flirtatious banter was too much trouble. The Emperor only had to set his sights on someone, and one word sufficed; there was no need for such great effort in pursuit. Besides, he himself stood higher than the Emperor.