Chapter 183

Wu Wang knew very well.

Ge Yue's very existence was already disrupting his daily life.

Not to mention if Wan Shitong, that "reliable ex-girlfriend," helped mediate the grudge.

It would only make that crazy woman more interested in the "Unwidowed."

He had no intention of gambling that Ge Yue would spare him out of respect for Wan Shitong.

"Yan Shuangying! Do you know Ge Yue only operates in the city? Do you know that the more someone wants to be team leader, the less likely they are to accept the role? Such people are ambitious and extremely greedy. Yin Jie had learned this the hard way—Gu Juhua was a clear example.

The sky had gradually darkened; the sails were full, and the fishermen shouted rough chants as they steered their boats toward the lighthouse.

Even teleporting a simple item required a great cost; teleporting a skilled cultivator was an astronomical price.

Her torn T-shirt still let in the wind; she shivered and zipped up her coat, rubbing her face to restore a calm expression.

Her voice brimmed with outrage; when it ended, she ran out crying, leaving only shimmering tears in the air.

But the tiger-like physique still posed lethal danger to humans, so Dijia fired a palm energy bullet into the stone wall of the deep pit. Countless stones and sand collapsed, completely filling the pit.

Finally, when Logan and the others returned to the Starship to inspect the plane, they discovered several arrows embedded in its belly.

Then Ye Yifan pulled out a personal item belonging to Ye Yan and asked if they could find its owner. The Ghoul said they could—after all, they fed on human flesh and had far keener senses than dogs. Following Ye Yan's lingering scent, they traced it to the swamp.

Shangguan Wanbai had not emerged for a long time; she dragged Vivian around the mall for hours before finally arriving at the cinema.

Pulling open the bedside drawer revealed several bottles of medicine—all antidepressants. She had never stopped taking them.

"The so-called Guardian Races are the Dragon Clan guarding the Infinite Abyss and the 'Meng' Clan!" The old man paused, glancing at Yu Chen as if waiting for his reaction.

"Fuck." Yang Qingshan gritted his teeth. As the Hell Relic chased him from behind, he finally made his gamble—a gentle force wrapped around his body, forming an oval bubble just as the Hell Relic's black light struck, shielding him.

He circled the wasteland by the factory gate, kicking up a cloud of dust. Only then did Zheng Xiyuan stop the car, satisfied. Johnny had been waiting there for a long time.

The Thunder Dragon's outstretched claw could not retract; it could only use its other claw, channeling all its strength into maximum defense to block the sword.

The Buffa Empire's army had clearly prepared in advance; the magic crystal cannons roared the instant the enemy entered range. Vast beams of light shot into the sky, and even the elite of the Holy Cross Knights, the finest among the finest, were mowed down in waves beneath the cannons' overwhelming power.

Past memories flooded his mind—the three blood-red marks, etched in ancient memory, unforgettable. He had seen the same marks only on Murong Bai, the second young master of the Murong Clan. Because of this, Gu Feng killed Murong Bai, later regretting his youthful ignorance for never asking for the truth.

Though Wu Hongguang's words were clearly just flattery. The "house demolition incident" had hidden Qiuqiu perfectly from start to finish. Even if the other side later traced it to the Gao family, Gao Qiu had only just appeared today—it was impossible to connect her immediately.

"Boom!" Nalan Wuwei was pinned flat to the ground like a crushed toad, the earth beneath him instantly cracking into a spiderweb pattern. He struggled briefly, but Zheng Xiyuan held him fast. He glared back at Zheng Xiyuan with fury, then fainted in helpless rage.

"Boom!" Nalan Wuwei was pinned flat to the ground by Zheng Xiyuan, the earth beneath him instantly cracking outward like a spiderweb. Nalan Wuwei struggled briefly, but Zheng Xiyuan held him fast; he glared back at Zheng Xiyuan with fury before succumbing to unconsciousness.