Chapter 238: The Real Dungeon Boss Has Arrived!

"Me? Lou Yu?"

The expression on Head of the Feather Troop Yu's face went blank, then shifted to a look of anger even greater than when Wu Wang had dissected Prince Xiang's corpse just now.

He wiped his face with a sudden, forceful hand motion.

Smearing his makeup, he pointed at his own nose and cursed, "Do you think I look like a woman, you bastard!?"

Whether from anger or some other reason, he panted heavily, his whole body trembling.

But Wu Wang nodded with absolute conviction, saying,

Back inside the tent, Liu Meng and the others were all present. Seeing Song Liang and the other two enter, they all turned their gaze toward the trio simultaneously.

Moreover, if they devoted all their strength merely to opening the channel to the Intermediate Yin Realm, there would be no way to proceed with the many remaining tasks.

Bai Yu followed his master forward, feeling as though something was blocking the sky. Looking up, he realized it was branches and leaves growing from the massive trees in the distance that were obstructing the light.

Hearing this, the Bishop of the God of Light and Justice, snapping back to his senses, almost with trembling hands, handed a space bag the size of a palm to Luo Yi.

"Right now, you must all be wondering about my origins and my background, correct?" said the Emperor Ziwei.

When the 【Command Password Red Packet】 module appeared, Lin Ye knew the system was definitely up to something.

Seeing Old Song in such a state, if Zheng Ji weren't wearing a mask that made it inconvenient, he would probably have wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Wu Fan whistled in amazement. These twelve sword lights were not produced by anyone; they were protective sword lights generated by Wo Xin Lian itself. This is a rare treasure in the world, truly difficult to describe in words.

"Die!" Seeing the three rapidly closing in to surround him, Yamamoto Junichi suddenly released a cloud of yellow smoke and then vanished.

"This guy... us?" The policeman looked at Du Mengqing with a face full of surprise, completely unable to understand the latter's tolerance. This Captain Du was famous for being incorruptible and strict, both within the bureau and throughout the entire Nanhai City; how had she become like this when it came to this guy?

At the same time, under this surge of power, the Constitution stat on the panel faithfully reflected the changes in his body.

It was just that her heart was preoccupied with Shuang Feichen and Shuang Yuanxing; no matter how beautiful the scenery, it could not attract her attention.

The scabbard of the long sword in Nangong Busou's hand flew out, directly piercing the wall behind the group.

Especially since the Thunder Cage was of a type that made no attempt to give you a chance to counterattack; its advantage in speed almost placed him in an invincible position.

"No." The Elder Principal's face turned purple with embarrassment. He had intended to persuade him with words, but he hadn't expected the Purple Emperor to be so uncooperative.

And now, Lin Jie's reaction made them mistakenly believe that even one thousand jin was beyond his capability.

This was the bodily change in Lin Jie after he ingested the Eight-Legged Octopus Essential Oil, not an ordinary biochemical mutation. This essential oil can release the energy stored in all cells within the human body in advance; it belongs to normal physiological changes, but since this energy is not pure enough, it results in abnormal skin color.

So during the interview after the performance, hearing the message conveyed by the staff, Tang Ning wiped his sweat while turning his head to look at Ruan Shang'an beside him, speaking in a very gratified tone.

After finishing his complaint, Luo Han continued reading downward, as there was likely important clue to returning to the real world within it.

Now they were caught in the explosion of Chinese army grenades. Although it caused certain casualties to the squad, he clearly understood in his heart that the Chinese army did not possess many of these grenades. He believed that after this round of explosions, they would no longer be subjected to the same firepower from the enemy.

At this moment, the room was still full of the smell of Malatang, which indeed smelled a bit pungent. Wang Chen's gaze swept around, passing over the Malatang on the table, then glanced at the open window, and looked down below.