Chapter 290: Seizing the Ugly Mirror by Force, the Gentleman Scholarly Attendant

Woooo—

A whistle, as if coming from the end of the horizon, echoed across the entire sea.

The raging, towering waves gradually calmed under that long, drawn-out whistle.

Even the sky, heavy with dark clouds, ceased its oppressive weight.

Molly stretched out her hand, half in disbelief.

She wanted to catch a drop of rain.

But there was no moisture in her palm.

"No… it's different now?"

In her memory, Lily had left

Ye Li glossed over the important part and kept it simple—what he really meant was that he had to carry the two of them, otherwise they'd be instantly wiped out; there was no way he'd first deal with Lee Sin and then pick off Zoe afterwards.

Immediately after came a series of piercing explosions, and those terrifying bamboo splinters flew toward Tang Lin and the others like death warrants.

"Sigh, with cultivation as high as yours, there's no way I could fool you into anything!" Gao Mingyuan shook his head.

The moment Jinwu came out, it swept toward the shoulder of the figure on the eaves; its sword Qi was scorching and overpowering. That man could have withstood that strike of sword Qi—but who told him to be so greedily intent on finishing off Wushuang?

Gao Mingyuan felt this might be a special kind of puppet… its purpose being to help this cultivator gather things… As for Ling Xin'er, her case was more serious: not only had three of her souls been implanted with some strange thing, she was also missing one of her seven spirits—the Strength Spirit! The Strength Spirit governs cultivation.

The three Wang brothers were already suspicious by nature; by then, tracking them down again would prove rather difficult.

Ye Luo now looked at Wu Tianze with undisguised contempt. His little scheme was well-planned enough, but he had picked the wrong target.

Watching the originally confident North City Lord lose his earlier confidence once again at Shen Canglan's appearance—

Tian Chong tilted his chin toward where Qiu Shaoping was. Wei Qiye instantly deflated like a punctured ball, forcibly suppressing the raging killing intent burning in his chest.

Lu Yuanwei was so frustrated he could barely stand it. That useless Mu Yongfeng—he'd treated him so well, and after fussing about for days, the guy actually said the prop he wanted couldn't be made?

Deviro didn't hesitate at all, answering even more crisply and cleanly than Denzel, which nearly made Denzel leap off the ground, thinking to himself: has this guy Deviro changed his nature too? Has he started abandoning mysticism and pursuing pragmatism?

The moment Tiezhu was carried out, Tiger Cub's mother let out a heart-wrenching wail; she tried to rush forward but was held back.

"Near the Dali Kingdom there's a treasure ground called 'Yellow Spring Mountain.' There are some treasures inside—I want to go take a look. Bringing you newbies along will let you get a feel for the life of the immortal Dao." Wang Ming said.

The Spatial Sovereign could no longer locate Wang Ming, and the Crimson Lotus Lord had no desire to reveal secrets from forbidden lands that concerned herself.

Lan Lichuan held a glass of bewitchingly colored red wine, watching Ye Chenmeng's high-spirited back. The corner of his lips curved into a meaningfully deep smile.

The feel of it was as beautiful as a dream. In a daze, Zhao Xi felt very sleepy, thinking: could it really be that he was dreaming?

"Even if it can't be completely smoothed over, it won't be far off." Unlike Andrew's constant astonishment, Colonel Robin Hood wore an expression of pure longing—as if a completely destroyed Iron Square were the holy land in his heart, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Anyone who dares to bully their way onto my territory had better be prepared to have their territory swallowed by me!" Bo Yin's voice paused; a warm breath fell on my face, then instantly cooled—chilly.

Mainly it was fear—fear that if things went on like this, his starting spot would be snatched away. Although the management and coaches thought highly of him, there were plenty of people on the team who could play power forward. He wasn't Chen Feng or Yu Qian; without Chen Feng and Yu Qian the team couldn't function, but without him the team could still keep going.

"No matter who Reem is, he's an American." Arthur held an opinion on this question diametrically opposed to James Garfield's. So what if he's Chinese?