Chapter 185: The Girl Who Spent Her Whole Life Trying to Escape Fear

"Get out!"

In Zhuge Yue's eyes, besides the utmost killing intent, there was also a faint, almost imperceptible fear.

Her words sounded like a rebuke to Wu Wang.

More like fury directed at the Six-Eyed Flying Fish.

Accompanied by this roar.

A strange ripple spread out from her body.

Wu Wang, who was nearly within arm's reach, had no chance to dodge.

His entire body was struck as if by an invisible wall of air.

Originally, he'd come only out of respect for Gu Zixin, but in the end, he was completely won over by Maodoudou herself.

Saying this, Dian Wei dismounted, drew his ancestral dual halberds from his back, and charged forward.

Ji Yanran looked at the bowl of porridge, her chest involuntarily tightening with a dull ache—how precious this porridge was at this moment, how he'd ridden all night just to see her once, bringing these things to her.

Therefore, Zhang Rang showed Zhao Yun insufficient respect, receiving him only in a side hall.

He Lan Di paused, then smiled with relief, nodding gratefully to Li Qi.

Worse than indifference is returning after indifference to "suck your blood" once you're useful again.

"No, I have equal control over all guns. A true perfect companion has no flaws—I can handle any gun." Shen Luo replied solemnly, having learned just one-tenth of the system's power.

Even Mu Jinhua, normally so composed, was startled by the trap Ye Chuyang had laid for him.

The arrival of Xiong Cheng worsened Jiu Yan Sanlang's situation—he had to fend off assaults from the Eighth Route Army's special forces' tanks inside the city while also guarding against enemy troops breaking in from outside.

"Why did you hit someone? Aren't you afraid he'll retaliate?" Shao Siqi seemed as surprised as I was that I'd struck out.

Gao Ge smiled at Gao Xing, her expression gentle and slightly shy; Gao Xing smiled back, his eyes filled mostly with indulgence.

Returning to the cabin, the Black Dragon soared into the sky; from above, the white mushroom cloud could be seen rising and spreading, waves churned up by the blast—no matter what lay beneath, the damage was catastrophic.

Originally, Wang Bo's journey was expected to go smoothly; after all, his current strength was immense—terrifyingly so. But according to combined intelligence, if the four armies united, the Khasar Alliance would be swiftly devoured, leaving not even bones behind.

"Boom!" Wu Sansheng swung one hand—a gust of wind shot out, shattering the Eight Immortals table; next instant, splintered wood shards engulfed most of the hall.

This was merely to make Qiu Xuan indebted to Huoyun, so that later, Qiu Xuan might lend aid out of old goodwill.

His body did not explode all at once, but rather burst apart part by part.

"Qing Lian, no matter what wedding you give me, I will never feel slighted. Come, today is our wedding—not only must I feel happy, but you must feel happy as well." Looking at Qing Lian through the veil, he traced her imagined form in his heart again and again.

In the next instant, several Saint-King-level evolutionists moved, their aura staggering as they descended to suppress Qin Tian.

But thinking carefully, his elder brother Long Yan's situation was truly worse—he, as Long Jiayi's own brother, must have eaten countless such dark dishes by now. Thinking of that, Lin Feng realized he was actually quite fortunate.

One after another, the invincible members of the Super Dragon Cult returned, reporting the intelligence they had gathered to Xu Fan.

After speaking, Chu Yang opened his eyes, reached out, and snatched up the nearby stool—*crash! *—smashing the counter beside him; shattered glass and gold-silver jewelry scattered across the floor.

Infinite sword qi swirled, entering the sword wave; Qin Tian stirred his thoughts, activating the Nine-Colored Source Force—rising like sword blades, flickering like dancing flames, beginning to boil.