Chapter 103

102、The Skin of the Yellow God of Wealth (4K, 1/2)

“Huh!”

The yellow-faced monk’s palm whipped up a gust of wind, suddenly engulfing Zhou Chang’s head!

Thin streams of black smoke trickled down from his fingertips, absorbed by Zhou Chang’s “Ghost Lifespan Robe,” which opened dozens of pale, ghastly lips to greedily swallow the smoke!

The black satin robe gradually turned white, slowly approaching the color of human skin!

Thick hair sprouted from the robe’s collar, and fleshy buds swelled beneath the skin!

“Thanks for the gift, my big brother! Mwah!” Li Luoluo smiled, forming a heart with her hands in thanks.

“Manager Wang, if anything happens to Young Master Huang, you know the consequences, right?” Chen Ge continued staring at Manager Wang.

Without waiting for a reply, he bent down and hoisted Dongfang Yan onto his back. Meng Zisang felt it was inappropriate and opened his mouth to object, but Sima Xuan shouted: “What are you standing there for? Go get the imperial physician!” Then he sprinted off toward the camp palace with Dongfang Yan on his back.

The faint light and the dim surroundings were sharply divided; Ji Bingyan’s face was hidden in shadow, making it hard to see clearly.

This is fine too—if Fu Wei dares to move, I won’t show him any mercy when I deal with him.

Under the chaotic blades, Wang Hua was struck again; in his subjective awareness, he saw only flashing blades, blood spraying into the air, staining his vision—he couldn’t tell if it was his own blood or his enemy’s. Then a sudden strike drove a cleaver into Wang Hua’s body as he chased after a member of the Bamboo Gang.

Walking along the road, you could see a large area ahead being demolished, and beside it lay a vast pond.

Now things are worse—everyone’s been disturbed. If Song Xiaoyou really ends up in prison because of this, Meng Hai would truly feel guilty.

“Hey, you, clearly you started it—we were just defending ourselves!” Zeng Ling couldn’t take it anymore and stepped forward to retort.

Later, did Dr. Yi’s kidnapping of Xueluo also result from a plan they agreed upon—to help Dr. Yi capture Gu Qingcheng?

If other countries’ scholars had witnessed all the black tech of the Humvee, they would have rushed forward long ago.

Everything here is self-sufficient, everything is self-managed, like a “state within a state.”

“Oh. What do you want to eat tonight?” Qu Ying didn’t press further, instead asking about dinner.

Other students from different schools in the No. 3 rest hall were startled by the booming shout and stood dumbfounded… Those who knew the situation understood that the Glamour Legion was about to perform, but the confused ones thought the bunch was about to go to war.

If alone, Shen Anyan feared she might slip up—her calm, cold facade would shatter instantly. Thinking of Yin Chenlang’s piercing gaze, she couldn’t bring herself to enter alone.

He thought Vivian was worried about not finding all the parts to repair the Hope, so he comforted her—though that was precisely his own thought too.

Thus, the remaining hostile energy couldn’t even approach Clark’s mental world—it was annihilated by the vast sea of surrounding mental force, and Li Muran had only expended a negligible amount of mental energy.

Xia Nanan waved his hand generously: “Speak freely—I’ll fulfill anything I can.” He thought: as long as it wasn’t bringing family along, everything else was negotiable.

Come on—how could Big Sister and Yingbao possibly come serve her now after what Old Mother did to them? Didn’t he know his mother’s nature? He didn’t have that kind of thick skin—he could only make his wife suffer.

“No, no problem—I can still duel!” Whether from injury or embarrassment, Kari Zhus’s face flushed red. She pushed herself up from Jack’s chest with both arms, turned again, and faced the enemy.