Chapter 85: Is the Corpse You

Cook was an old captain.

He had stood in the bridge facing storms, steering his ship through towering waves without flinching;

He had clashed with pirate fleets nearly as large as navies on sunlit summer days, his body drenched in blood;

And he had fought sea monsters rising from the endless ocean, severing a tentacle several meters long with his own hands.

Now, serving as captain of the Mary.

“They may have been spotted and are being tracked in return—we must hurry to assist, or Huan Feng will find himself caught between two enemies,” Su Que said grimly.

A gust of autumn wind blew as a boy stood outside the Supernatural Inn, gazing up at its large sign, a innocent smile on his face.

Ye Luo dodged the helicopter chasing him, hovering above the Tokyo Museum, watching the crowd below—all of them frozen in shock.

She was certain Yin Hong could not see her true cultivation level, so when he said “Golden Core Mid-Stage,” she understood why her peculiar disciple had been so confident before.

Wang Lou’s two subordinates were stunned by Qin Hao’s roar; once they recognized him, they immediately stopped, lowered their heads, and stood stiffly against the wall.

They were beaten black and blue in seconds, then their families were notified to pay ransom. A few stubborn ones were sent to mine iron for days, then quickly surrendered.

An Ren clucked in amazement, walked over to him, picked up the fist that had smashed the stove, and compared it with his own.

“Sigh, at this point, I’m not afraid to tell you, Chenglong—I have an illegitimate son who’s lived in Huaxia with others and only recently returned to the island nation. Now I see, bringing him back was a mistake; perhaps it would’ve been better if he’d stayed in Huaxia.” Kanburo Ichiro felt utterly drained today.

Xia Fan clenched his teeth as the magical barrier surrounding his body was about to shatter.

Seven or eight consecutive songs, each with a different voice, poured from Luo Tian’s mouth, leaving the on-site journalists and online viewers in awe.

Feng He had just been feeling melancholy, but when he saw Xuan Yu’s furious, dog-like expression, he suddenly felt like laughing.

At that moment, Dari had reached the city gate, which had just opened—he charged out ahead of everyone.

It was utterly terrifying; He Lu Feifei ate while silently cursing—who could have conceived such a cruel trap?

Upon hearing these words, Fran Du immediately wore an extremely awkward smile.

Yuan Shu clenched his fist, his face turning crimson as if about to explode, flames of shame and rage blazing in his eyes, his teeth nearly grinding to dust.

He San’s face also flushed red—he was now at the peak of Colonel rank, and with two or three more battles, he’d surely break through to Six-Winged Angel, a General-level rank—but now, even dealing with this lifeless thing drained him utterly.

“Prime Minister, what should we do?” Liu Bei, finally snapping out of his daze, remembered to seek Zhuge Liang’s advice.

She had completely forgotten that her original body had once chased after that Yan family young master every day.

Worried about Qin Yan, Qin Zhongshi had his wife gather a handful of purple grass after finishing fieldwork, intending to deliver it to his fifth younger brother, Qin Yan.

The servants knew where the Princess was and recognized Bai Jing’s identity; upon hearing this, they looked at her strangely, their eyes tinged with disdain.

As they drew closer, sounds poured endlessly—especially the roaring of the bear-monkeys, nearly shattering eardrums several times.

Well, everyone in high school knew that Teacher Wang was obsessed with face—he sometimes went so far as to suffer for the sake of pride.