Chapter 121: 119, Evil Dao Cultivator! (2/2)

119、Evil Dao Cultivator! (2/2)

“Hee-hee-si-si-heh…”

In the main hall of the Zhou family courtyard.

The man, whose face and features were identical to Zhou Chang’s, stood before the bed, eyes half-closed, lips moving as if conversing with some mysterious presence—yet only muffled, indistinct sounds emerged from his mouth.

His consciousness was now fully synchronized with the “Drill-Soul Centipede Charm” that had entered Zhou Chang’s body.

He felt the “Drill-Soul Centipede Charm” as if trapped within a sea of fire.

Murong Jing hesitated, then stepped slowly toward Zhu Tielin; Zhu Tielin lifted his head, revealing a face weathered by time.

This time, the green-clad youth exploded like a tiger breaking from its cage, unleashing ten sword scars with unprecedented force.

Hearing this, Sima Ru paused in surprise, glancing at Du Gu Bai; he did not know where Du Gu Bai’s confidence came from, but she did not press further.

Yet this joy lasted only a moment before giving way to restless unease: Would Master Sun’s journey go poorly? Would Lady Cui make things difficult? And what would his cousin’s reaction be?

The crimson space of the Dragon Pearl seethed with chaos; apart from volcanoes and magma, no life existed within.

Ye Yun’s eyelashes trembled slightly as she opened her eyes for the first time; their gazes met—though moments before they had been together in a dream, now they still could not bear to part.

From the moment they first arrived here until now, witnessing their companion’s death, they finally felt the grief of losing a teammate.

Since learning that Dan Tai Qianlan and the others had returned directly from the Abyss to the first layer of the secret realm, Mu Qing became certain that stable spatial passages must exist within the realm—if they could find them, they might escape successfully.

The giant, observing the demonic beast’s movements, understood something. He retracted his aura pressure, waved his massive hand, and a powerful stream of demonic energy roared forth, blowing every prostrate beast off the platform.

He carried a robot with him precisely so that if his physical body died, his soul could still be retrieved, pass through the transformation platform, and return as a vigorous, living man once more.

“Yi Sangsang, you can’t leave.” Gu Yuanyu gripped her hand tighter; he did not know why, but suddenly he felt something different toward Yi Sangsang.

“Exactly! You’re already a father—how come you haven’t named your child yet? After all these years, what kind of father doesn’t name his own child?!” Su Yanyan pouted.

Wei Yuangan was also a reasonable man; knowing Yi Sangsang had something to discuss, he did not stop her, and instead drove her himself to the entrance of an ordinary café.

Yes, she saw only others’ opposition and rejection, completely ignoring the kind voices; her heart heavy with sorrow, tears glistened in her eyes as she smiled at Duoduo’s mother and the Teddy’s owner—and then she cried.

Although Chen Xin was by Yang Chen’s side, these high-level elders never interfered in disciples’ competitions, so Xu Feng was not overly worried.

After deciding tomorrow’s itinerary, Yi Sangsang looked outside and saw the rising moon; she realized it was late, and time had quietly reached the end of her workday—but at this moment, she had no desire to go home. What if Wei Yuangan wasn’t there?

“A Foundation Establishment cultivator can project Qi externally—why don’t you just form a protective barrier with Qi to shield from the wind?” Shen Hui still didn’t grasp the severity of the situation.

Yes, I’d simply cease to exist—there’s no possibility of a mutual destruction, because Ye Kuang could never fight me to a stalemate.

“That’s fine—if you want a car later, just tell me, I’ll take you to buy one.” Fang Cheng said, since Zhang Yuqing would now be working in the village and it wasn’t far, she didn’t need a car if she didn’t want one.

For those who refuse kindness, John never showed mercy—he didn’t care who they were.