Chapter 253

"I—I just really like watching He Ling play basketball, is that a crime?!" Xia Xin was clearly forcing a reason to justify Jiang Yun.

"What are you doing? I've already come in and you're still sitting here!" A sharp cry startled E Ru—Wan Tang had returned.

Gong Yue's brother, Gong Chen, was the one among their group who had the closest relationship with Huo Yuting.

Chu Tian's gaze kept flicking toward the entrance of the secret realm, where light and shadow flickered, and now slender beams of light were slowly emerging from nothingness, coalescing at the entrance of the secret realm.

Beautiful scenery? Pan Er and Nai Wen exchanged glances—this place was barren, with only a few thin branches sticking sparsely from the ground, each no thicker than chopsticks, their leaves drooping—how could this be called beautiful scenery?

Ji Cheng swallowed his saliva, quietly tucking the left corner of his robe under his thigh, all the while secretly observing Xu Jingyou's movements.

After hearing her plea, he looked at her—his cold gaze made her shudder involuntarily.

That is to say, he would arrange her funeral only after confirming Qiqi's death, and then he would lie beside her in eternal rest.

An Min was deeply resentful, because she had heard employees from Jiang Yun's company whispering that Xia Xin and Jiang Yun were already living together, and someone had seen Xia Xin at Jiang Yun's home yesterday.

"You lowly dog servant, your mouth stinks," Xu Liangcai replied directly, looking at the weasel with disdain.

He loved telling jokes and making light of things, often using everyday occurrences to amuse everyone with laughter and banter.

Chen Xinghai hid in the shadows, closely observing the battle; as he studied the secret technique of Gangqi positioning and the movement trajectory of the Xuan Yuan Sword Finger, he faintly detected traces of cultivation arts in both supreme skills, leaving him deeply puzzled.

The current official is not as powerful as the current manager—these officials could only sigh helplessly and follow the general toward the rebel camp two li away.

"I'm afraid this is another cripple's ploy to lure us away. Don't move any police forces from the checkpoints—keep searching the entire city. I want to see where this old bastard can hide." Director Gong spoke calmly.

Long ago, Ya Dong had discovered that neither the Minghe Divine Heart Method nor the Xuandou Wu Zun Sect's heart method of Tu La Ge could be used by him to harness the two forces within his body! He had tried countless cultivation methods, but all ended in failure.

Wang Feng in the car knew nothing of this scene; he never imagined his father would cry, for since he could remember, he had never seen his father weep. Right now, he had no time to speculate about his father's feelings—he was still lost in the exhilaration of having become a soldier.

Previously, no one knew how to enter; now, all ten agents had authority to recruit, and the official website had opened access channels—everyone from national organizations down to wealthy and powerful real-world individuals rushed in to investigate, filling the place to capacity. The original hundred continents, each spanning a hundred kilometers, were no longer enough.

In the morning, the sky was gray, as if rain were coming. The weather had been clear for too long—it was time for some rain.

Xia Long smiled carefree in agreement, yet inwardly felt a strong sense of unease—he just couldn't figure out why.

Chen Xinghai deeply felt their affection; since his mother's death, for many years, apart from his father's unique way of caring for him, he had never experienced anyone else's concern—a sweet, refreshing warmth spread through his heart, like a withered tree greeting spring, spreading vitality across a vast field.

The sounds of slaughter around them continued, yet here it felt as if all noise had been severed—the two stared at each other, walking toward one another, each seeing in the other's eyes their entire world.

Her words were deceitful, but there was no need to argue with her—only let Su Wanru leave and discuss it again later.

The King of Hell held Niliye, and as he fused with the destruction power within the Tower, Zong Yang, merged with the King of Hell, naturally gained this power—he was no longer merely an Immortal Sovereign from the Mortal Realm.

"Have the investigators returned? How exactly did the two gang groups start fighting?" Abel always acted after careful planning—he would never make a decision blindly.

I chuckled, about to say I'd treat everyone, when suddenly a commotion erupted down the adjacent corridor.

Unexpectedly, the cries of pain ceased—the boy's eyes filled with tears, yet he glared at it with the venom of a snake, as if suppressing something, refusing to utter a single sound.

She must be exhausted—thinking of how she had whimpered and begged beneath him just now stirred his desire to torment her further; he could never get enough of her like this.

Bai Youliu's eyes sparkled with amusement as he nodded; his delicate hand told him she would not leave—she would stay with him.

Wei Rouyi drew a breath, bit her lip, thinking inwardly: if the demon could remain like this forever, it wouldn't be so bad—at least, she wouldn't be the one being bullied.

The teams below followed in sequence; whether they had learned from their predecessors' mistakes or simply felt nothing could be worse than Class Eleven's performance, everything proceeded smoothly from then on.

Of course, this was merely an exaggeration by the hermits of the Earth Immortal Realm—Zhao Huaiqing, ascending three ranks, had fought the then Commander of the Heavenly River Navy and defeated the then Heavenly Might Marshal purely through his own foundation and his Second Rank Great Luo Immortal Realm cultivation.

"Enough, let's talk another day—we need to go," Ye Shizhong intervened, his voice calm and even, quelling the argument. He gently slipped his arm around Hu Man's shoulder; though she was reluctant, she was ultimately led away by Ye Shizhong.

Moreover, the effect of Mu Yajing would inevitably drive everyone mad, rendering his plan to seize as much Mu Yajing as possible before others reacted utterly futile.

Besides, Yu Jie was the one who wanted to marry—Ma's family merely came to propose, and Yu Jie agreed; even her parents were eventually persuaded by her. As an older brother, what could I do?