Chapter 220: Performing the Nuo Ritual, Sacrificing to Spirits and Gods!

Boom—boom—

After putting on the mask, Wu Wang immediately felt everything around him grow much quieter.

Even when other players were right next to him, he felt their voices seemed to exist in a different dimension.

Filled with an ethereal, insubstantial emptiness.

Indeed, this mask was not as simple as he had imagined.

In fact, the moment he took hold of it.

The red vertical pupil on his wrist showed keen interest.

Since going out daily was indeed bitterly cold, Yingxue no longer refused. The blue satin cotton robe felt warm against her skin; when she looked up at Huaixiu's gentle, warm smile, her heart filled with warmth.

Of course, Ling Yan disliked this feeling deeply; after sighing, she finally lifted her head to look at Wang Yuan.

At that moment, the Holy Spirit King suddenly laughed, raising his head to gaze at the approaching rain of arrows, his expression still calm.

Lu Luo repeatedly demanded that Fourth Grandma carefully inspect the courtyard; Fourth Grandma immediately feigned fear, acting as if she had done something wrong, using weakness to control strength.

But the man's orange armor instantly shifted the onlookers' gazes—his solemn, majestic bearing perfectly matched the standard of a warrior.

A Bing nodded; it seemed everyone living in Dama Mountain carried one of these items, otherwise they couldn't return after leaving.

Being unable to give oneself fully and wholeheartedly to the one you love—what a painful psychological journey. She could not speak this to anyone. She could not even let herself show the slightest hint of it.

Ling Yan wanted to know, wanted to find Bai Yi, and was even less willing to miss any detail at Hua Lan's side.

I thought she was just shifting blame; even if we hadn't entered the dark chamber, given the direction from which the black-skinned monster had charged, it must have come through one of the Eight Gates—we had no chance of survival at all. Only by hiding in the dark chamber could we barely escape death.

Zhang Tiegeng and the others quietly drove the car out of Paradise Garden, then headed straight for Fuyun Airport.

You Fu bowed repeatedly in gratitude; seeing someone waiting outside to report something, he feared delaying the search for the murderer and quickly took his leave.

The Empress turned her head, first giving her a approving glance, then pretending to frown as she scolded Lady Gu.

But now his body was weaker, making them appear somewhat disheveled, out of place with the aura they carried.

Shi Bu Yu furrowed his brow; the Emperor deserved to die, but not now, and certainly not silently.

But he understood that even with such feelings, it was merely a physical attraction, not proof of any special emotion toward her.

Also, have you considered that every household now has almost no surplus grain, barely holding out for ten or so days?

You Lao laughed aloud; he would never hear such words from that man's mouth. Raising such a disciple was probably just to voice his hidden thoughts for him.

Because the supreme treasure was stolen, the previous several tribulations had been extremely difficult, exhausting all of Fuxi Clan's powerful artifacts, and during the final one, they nearly shattered the Fuxi Divine Body itself.

"Young man, you've had your fill of verbal bravado—but in the Demon Realm, such talk comes at a price." The Mother Demon Spirit conjured a strange flower in her hand.

Not only the dragons in the sky, but the variants watching from outside, ready to claim a share, were also startled.

Soon after, Lin Jun discovered that around the fox sculpture lay numerous fox carcasses; upon closer inspection, all these foxes had been killed by their own kind.

The group Zhao Longquan mentioned that fired the signal flares—no doubt were the assault team in disguise; he just hadn't expected them to be so cruel, setting an ambush by pretending to be rescuing other soldiers.

These gifts didn't need Chen Jun to mention—they were obvious to Li Haifeng alone: the wine and tea had clearly required considerable effort.

Bai Yu was glad he said that; he ran back to the bedroom and wrapped himself again in the brocade quilt. He considered his current situation: here, Shang Jingtian was the boss; he should best study the terrain and escape to his Master's side, where at least he'd have some protection.