Chapter 165: Where the hell did this fucking return send me to?

Wu Wang has, after all, experienced several dungeon calamity scenarios.

Though each journey's process was rendered abstract due to the Abyssal God.

Even when returning from the 【Masquerade Ball】 dungeon, he didn't use the game's teleportation—he was brought back by Mary in her boat.

What kind of scene haven't I seen?

But this scene today—I've truly never seen anything like it.

"Fuck! Where the hell did you dump me? Is this even still China?"

The two casually found a corner to sit, and immediately the shopkeeper came over with a menu.

Unfortunately, the time he'd spent establishing a riding bond with the Silver Shadow King was too short; the man and the beast had yet to rekindle that previous intuitive connection.

Quietly waiting until they had walked a distance, Bai Li then placed the lava onto the wooden plank, letting it flow steadily downward along its surface.

Yet this NPC had never intended to wait for Li Daoyuan's reply, so at this moment he simply spoke out.

Yinzhen knelt toward the Yuanmingyuan and bowed in thanks, then slipped silver notes to the eunuch sent from the palace; the eunuch then smiled and departed for the next house.

The FBI did launch operations, yet the casualty figures for Mossad agents remained unchanged.

Unintentionally, a large open space suddenly appeared right before Li Daoyuan and the Lava Demon Tiger.

The man's cold voice reached her ears; Shen Zhiyi uncomfortably reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck.

The imperial uncle, accustomed to countless beauties, sized up the approaching figure—his appearance was passable, but he was far too thin, emaciated to the point of looking skeletal.

Every day he wandered between the BAIC Manufacturing Plant, Courtyard No. 98, and Luo Feng's home on Nanchizi Street.

"Huh? Where's my car?" When passing the spot where Lone Wolf had set up the roadblock, He Ping couldn't find her Toyota Land Cruiser; she thought, Who in Pingjiang dares steal my car? They must be begging for death.

He Ping had a key to Villa No. 18, but she rarely stayed there—convenience was one reason, but more importantly, she didn't want to appear special, always seeing herself as a police officer from an ordinary family.

Seeing his goal achieved, the chieftain beamed: "Hah! You two master chefs truly have keen eyes! As your chieftain, caring for the young master—isn't that merely the basic duty of us subordinates?"

She whirled her head sharply and glared at them with the most venomous, lethal gaze she could muster.

Gao Cheng, enraged, swept his sleeve aside and left; that night he surrounded Pingyang Prefecture with troops and slaughtered Lord Pingyang.

As soon as Zhang Hao finished speaking, the world deep within the Sky-Piercing Tower trembled violently, emitting a continuous rustling sound.

【Illusion?】

Alice thought silently. 【If so, then let me try!】 Watching the ground draw nearer, Alice made her final decision, closed her eyes, and imagined—imagined pure white wings, imagined sacred wings, imagined unbreakable wings.

The wild boar was roasted golden-brown, oil dripping occasionally into the fire with a crisp sizzle, releasing a rich aroma that made one's mouth water.

Yang Ning also cultivated the Path of Emotion; otherwise, he wouldn't have remained haunted by the deaths of his two brothers. Hearing Hua Mengke's address of "nephew," Yang Ning suddenly turned his head, gazing at Hua Mengke descending from the city wall like a soaring eagle.

Zhao Yue rested on the third level, while Hu Ke, Bu Che, Fu Su, and others on the first level were ambushed—Dan Niu had indeed seized the opportunity.

Like a phantom, Wang Yu's figure vanished from his original spot, only to reappear behind Zhang Quanxing, a wooden explosion talisman pressed against Zhang Quanxing's forehead.

Suppressing the growing, heavy doubt in her heart, Tian Tian decided to learn more before acting—she didn't want to expose herself prematurely and be labeled insane; after all, who would believe you came from the future?