Chapter 691

Mu Yue didn't wait until the next day; at ten in the evening, she had someone bring Si Ying out of the prison and take him to the conference room of the Ninja Sect's office building.

By now, Onoki and the others had lost their pre-war vigor; their expressions were haggard, their bodies covered in blood scabs, and they looked utterly bedraggled.

Looking at Mu Yue, who was faintly smiling in the conference room, the four of them remained deeply silent.

"I've let you rest for so long; I assume you've all reflected enough. Or is there someone who still hasn't rested enough?"

A child—she had to have a child by her side. Only with a child could she truly secure her position as the Fourth Consort.

The more she thought about it, the more alarmed she became. If not for the fact that all the children had come along, she would hardly be able to eat or sleep in peace now.

"Fine, if you want to go, we'll go together." Yinzhen didn't refuse upon hearing this. He reached out and patted Yinxiang on the shoulder, then pulled the reins and galloped off on horseback again.

After a lengthy explanation, he even brought out the deep-sea pearl, which made the Old Dragon King's heart ache terribly. This pearl was no Dragon Pearl—that was a treasure that calmed the seas, a Dao-grade artifact. But still?

As the array spirit of the formation leading to the Fusang Temple, Yijun couldn't possibly have gone a hundred years without meeting Junlin, and meeting Junlin was Yijun's extraordinary encounter.

Although he had already become a cultivator of the Divine Domain, he wouldn't be arrogant enough to look down on Wan Jianzong. Ordinary cultivators were no match for him, but if Wan Jianzong were provoked, or if some influential figure in the God Realm suddenly lost their temper, he'd be in big trouble.

Ban Chui's grade was far lower than the Bone Sword's. The only reason it had held out until now was thanks to the fact that Gu Li Daojun had reforged Ban Chui before.

Jun Cha jerked her hand back in shock, her eyes dim and unreadable, as if holding back tears—just now, she had thought the soul of Fish had returned.

To talk about that flower, we must start with Tiangu. The techniques practiced by Tiangu were heinous, and their worst vice was a drug called the Holy Medicine, which could stimulate the human body's potential.

Six days had passed since the apocalypse began. Without dog food or a water source, a dog couldn't survive more than six days.

"Your subordinate thanks you for your grace!" Feng Lieshan's bow became even more deferential. But unfortunately, even Yinchen's pinhole camera couldn't capture the venomous glint that flashed in his narrowed eyes.

For these idiots who couldn't read the situation, Lin Daoyuan had no patience to wait for them to open their eyes.

Censorship is the thing the film industry fears most, and also the most troublesome. If there's even one part that's off, the entire work might be scrapped. In such a situation, hardly anyone dares to use the disgraced artists on those lists anymore; if it fails the review, they'd be completely stumped.

"Mr. Iron Man, we're here." The doctor from Umbrella Corporation also arrived under the protection of mercenaries. Seeing Spider-Man on the ground, the doctor asked nervously.

All along the way, it had been Beibei doing the fighting, which had drained her greatly. She no longer had the arrogant air she'd shown at the start, and now looked somewhat weary.

Meng Jiang was taken aback. She turned her head to glance at me, seemed to sigh softly, and then fell silent.

"That's right, I'm Selina." Selina said directly, without fear. Although she wanted to use a special method, she wasn't even sure she could take down the werewolves; since they had easily killed so many, she still didn't dare to attack.

At this moment, inside the defenses of Xietian Sect, there was no disturbance from the external cultivation army, so it was still quite quiet. Apart from the disciples on patrol, everyone else should have been making the most of their time to cultivate.

Mo Nian, dressed in white, ignored these people's glances and conversations. No one could affect her heart—except him.

In his view, was it really worth making such a fuss over a chicken and some public soy sauce? It was just a matter of paying a few cents, wasn't it?

Until they encounter a soul with extreme hatred, they will merge with that soul and become a vengeful ghost that repeats a certain method of death.