Chapter 315: A Bug That Does Not Belong Here

Wu Xiaoyou dragged Wu Wang, sprinting down the corridor toward the stairwell.

Of course, she knew taking the elevator upstairs would be faster.

But with ghosts chasing from below, taking the elevator was absolutely the unwisest course of action.

Countless unlucky victims of horror films had been trapped in elevators.

Boom—

Just then, Wu Wang stomped his foot hard and stopped dead in his tracks.

The move nearly made Wu Xiaoyou lose her balance and fall.

Anxious and puzzled,

the ordeal of the two people ahead had already sent his SAN plummeting; after sensing half of it himself, he finally could not hold on.

It turned out the big client she signed today had been snatched from Xia Zimeng's hands. No wonder there had been no whisper of it before; now suddenly announcing a signed big deal, how could they possibly make sense of it?

"Then why did you do it? To show off your abilities? To make us think you are powerful?" Ailijie felt there was no point arguing further and asked the question directly.

"I was just speaking off the cuff. I certainly don't want to get beaten by my master after I've already beaten Si Xingkong; that would be incomparable. A losing deal is something I, Yang Yu, will not do." Yang Yu chuckled. Shaoyang rolled his eyes at him and simply ignored this unprofessional junior brother.

Now it seemed unnecessary to tell her that Jiang Feilong had sent Ji Pingyong, the Deputy Commander of the Jinyiwei. She had specifically met him and asked for the specific details. This Wu State was truly detestable. Relying on the Second Imperial Prince to back him, he actually dared to scheme against the legitimate daughter-in-law of the grandson of Cheng Guogong, a veteran of two dynasties. He truly did not know the height of heaven or the depth of earth.

"I will watch the movements of the people in the room. If they act strangely, I will notify you immediately." Macbeth said calmly.

The anticipated death did not come; the boarding craft stubbornly withstood the relentless bombardment and plunged straight into the massive steel dome.

If he could be so familiar with tinkering with single-soldier armor, then how proficient would his handling of spaceship piloting be?

Du Hepu was overjoyed. He immediately thanked the Liu family and then gently patted Zhang's cheek.

Now that Ding Mocun's paper skin had been pierced, combining the before and after, one could keenly discover the source of the problem.

"A master, this is an absolute master. Returning to simplicity, concealing one's momentum. With such cultivation, he has likely reached the level of Lu Yao." Helinuo inwardly cried out his bad luck. He had not expected his fortune to be so wretched; merely in the second round, he had encountered a being almost impossible to defeat.

The Dragon Group had also been urgently training new recruits these past two years, rushing to cultivate. For a time, all Dragon Group members gathered at the Dragon Group headquarters in Shangjing City, doing nothing but cultivating or sparring to strengthen their power.

"What! Grandpa, you tricked me again! How did you send me to the Eastern Lands!" Xuan Long sighed to the sky, flew into a rage, and wore an expression of deep regret, as if he had been thoroughly duped.

"..." Third, sister-in-law? Di Baobao turned to look at him, unsure whether to feel joy or even more speechless at this title.

They had plenty of time to search room by room. When they found the jade pendant, they simultaneously discovered a situation even more earth-shattering.

He was the third one brought into this wooden hut. Relying on his understanding of the Elf Clan, the captured Jie Feite completely assumed the demeanor of a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, slapping the table and shouting loudly about the unfair treatment he received. It seemed he was a noble king of a nation, rather than a despicable leader of a slave-hunting band.

"Truly reckless, isn't it, White Wolf." Zheng Yin hoped someone would agree; naturally, White Wolf would agree with him.

Xiang Lai glanced around. Except for the Wang Fei, who remained relatively calm, everyone else was trembling. No one would go pick up that sword. So where had that sword gone? Xiang Lai shook his head. What does it matter to me? It's not my sword.

Because the death soldiers only obeyed their master's orders, Xiang Lai absolutely believed this. Moreover, Xiang Lai's intuition told her that this matter was not yet over.