Chapter 297

Snap—

Ming Tian closed the [Disaster Log] given to him by the apartment manager.

He took a deep breath and looked at his older brother, whose body and mind were already exhausted, with a complex gaze.

The other merely asked in a mocking tone:

“And now? What do you think?”

“I’ll go back and tell those normal people who know nothing and barely survive by following the so-called ‘building rules’—‘Tonight, everyone’s going to die, run for your lives, anyway you can’t escape—”

Hearing Chen Ji sigh, Jia Qi immediately stepped forward and asked him: “What’s wrong, Uncle? Tell your favorite nephew— I’ll make sure it’s taken care of perfectly.”

Pete was easygoing; he shrugged at everyone and accepted Old Tang’s bet. Instantly, all the Tiger Squad members turned their eyes back to Old Tang—they didn’t really care about the wager; what they truly cared about was the good news Old Tang had mentioned.

Wu Enqi turned toward the sound and saw a black shadow hurtling down from the sky like a bolt of wind. In the blink of an eye, the shadow had closed the distance and stood before Wu Enqi.

This needle wasn’t fully forged yet, but it could still determine the opponent’s direction based on its needle’s reaction—he had already collected Nan Wa’s aura long ago, since he intended to deal with Nan Wa.

Getting Sun Xing to improve the medicine was merely a pretext for Yang Hao to prove himself—or to make Sun Xing believe even more in science.

“That’s the only option left.” Li Yu nodded, then took Su Jiu to meet Yuan Shoucheng and the others.

PS: I Mianqiang wrote two chapters on cultivation, but realized I truly can’t hold on—I’m exhausted, and the quality’s terrible. So please don’t send me knives.

“Alright, my lord, hurry and apply some wound medicine—I’ll go notify them right away.” Wu You bowed, then turned and ran out.

The fifty-four factions seemed to have been in session for ten years, still the same people as before, only now with Shu Fei Jun of Hanxiao Palace added—and the atmosphere had grown far more tense.

At the instant the final protective barrier shattered, Mu Ye and Luo Long each swung their divine swords, unleashing two distinct yet immensely powerful wind-based techniques.

Yet secretly, he had aided that family multiple times and had long ago sent someone to hint that the child could still be found.

Seeing he still refused to admit defeat, Liu Xin didn’t call him out; she sighed softly, picked up the note dropped by Zhe Xi, and put it away.

He hadn’t known before that his condition was called “rebirth,” but after Su Bei asked him this, he realized he must be what she meant by “rebirth.”

After clearing her throat, Lola smiled a sinister smile at everyone, illuminated by candlelight—especially chilling.

“Shut. Up.” Xi He spoke slowly, casting him a cold glance. Zhe Xi opened his mouth to protest, but wisely closed it.

Yin Zhiguang was caught off guard by Shen Hui’s movement; his eyes widened as he stared at Shen Hui. Fearing he might fall and embarrass himself, he wrapped his arms around Shen Hui’s waist, his palm stroking his back.

If the ancient divine artifact had come into her possession, everything would make sense—if she could obtain the artifact, even if Yuchi Lotus couldn’t be restored, it wouldn’t matter.

If they had been in school, he might have thought Tang Miaoyu’s expression meant she was shy and too embarrassed to look at him.

Although the League of Legends game version keeps changing, many techniques—like Thresh’s Q-flash, Jian Ji’s five slashes per second—have faded, yet deeper understandings of the game have grown increasingly widespread as players’ skill improves.

Wang Feng nodded; if this were in the Immortal Realm, it would be unthinkable—but now, it’s different.

Hearing Qin Tian was willing to let him redeem himself, Ouyang Hong’s heart leapt with joy—but he knew Qin Tian was doing this for Ouyang Xue.

He had searched every possible sea area; several times, he’d detected exciting radar echoes, only to dive down and discover it was a deep-sea whaling ship flying the flag of his country, Bolo—leaving him with nothing but false hope.