Chapter 827: Because He Is Kind

With matters having come to this, pondering whether this thing is truly real or achievable no longer matters.

The endless cheers and screams within the cinema hall suffice to explain everything.

The non-stop flashes of light captured the excited expressions of every audience member present; as the song intensified, the main creative team of "A World Without Thieves" filed in behind Zhou Yi—

"I asked myself, 'Is this complete?'"

Liu De, who played the male lead,

"Oh, interesting, the form has changed. I wonder if it can be used later? Since such a good opportunity is right before my eyes, why not collect a bit more?"

"I've borrowed everything I could borrow. I thought you might know something. Wait a moment..." As Shangguan Qiudie was speaking, a paper kite suddenly flew over. It was sent by the guards at the entrance of Hundred Flowers Valley to middle-level leaders like Shangguan Qiudie, reporting that a donkey outside was braying loudly, seemingly having lost its mind.

He cursed silently in his heart. Just now, he had been so frightened that a cold sweat broke out all over him; had it been just a tiny bit less, he and his car would have flown straight into the great river.

Grasping Nie Qingqing's wrist, the warmth unique to Nie Qingqing transmitted from her palm, instantly dispersing the chill surrounding him and making his heart burn with heat.

At this moment, the counterattack by the OB team also appeared so pale and powerless. However, Yu Huan, who had arrived via TP support, was already on the scene. Even with most of his teammates fallen, he chose to stride forward without hesitation toward the members of the UF team.

Jiang Dong responded and exited the hall, just as a Yin Soldier floated in. This person's power was extremely formidable, likely having already entered the Second Qi Gathering the Origin realm. Instantly, Jiang Dong had a bad premonition; he feared that Bai Yi's position would be taken by this person.

The young man leading the group, named Huang Peng, apparently followed his sister over after she married into the city.

This building was too dilapidated; the staircase had long since corroded and broken, so one could only climb up via a fire escape.

"I originally intended to spare your life, but now it seems that won't do. Brother Shangguan, today you must die!" Liu Chen's voice drifted up from the deep pit. Wrapped in green light, his body flashed out of the pit and appeared before Shangguan Weiming.

Without casting the Om Mantra technique, the sight before Jiang Dong froze him stiff on the spot. It was a massive, pitch-black, square stone block possessing infinite gravitational pull. Without the protection of the Bi Ling Pearl, even with Jiang Dong's Saint-level physique, he would still be instantly dismembered into his most primitive constituent units.

Ye Bai devoured all these corpses and the Yuan Shen within them. The memory information in his mind, just like his power, was increasing rapidly.

"Jiang Chen," holding Ma Shuyao, suddenly had his smile vanish, replaced by a face of grim severity.

Rather than saying I still harbor doubts, it would be more accurate to say how much I hope she is actually an insider within the organization, someone like Guan Ling, at least then my moved feelings would drive me to protect her from remaining here forever.

"Hmph, I hope someone strikes at him when he leaves Xufeng City. I believe those from the Sima family will absolutely not let this go." Someone spoke with overflowing hatred; most of these were students of Chenhan Academy, some of whom were former followers of Mo Ji.

Within this valley, Moon Lake stretches across it, and all the buildings are constructed along the lake, leaning against the mountains. In the middle of Moon Lake lies a lake-island, with beautiful scenery, serving as the secluded cultivation ground for the Seven Cultivators of Moon Lake.

Mu Xuefu knew he had fallen in love; the hand wrapped around his neck clenched into a fist, squeezing tightly. His hot breath sprayed onto her body, moist and urgent, like the drizzling spring rain, warm, damp, and sticky. She turned her face away slightly, furrowing her brow in a place he could not see.

The brilliant light dissipated completely, leaving only two young figures facing each other in mid-air, followed immediately by a shared smile.

Of course, if Sheng Jian is not comparable to Tianwen Jian, and Long Jingyun's sword is not comparable to Long Xiang's sword, these are not the key points. The question is: how fast and how sharp must Yang Ruosheng's sword be to shatter his sword?