Chapter 176

173、Connection (7K, 1/1)

As a result, this guy went to Huohua’s casino to gamble, lost several million, took out loans to keep gambling, and was eventually discovered by Huohua’s people.

She spent her own money buying numerous vouchers for the girls far away in the resort paradise, sent a second batch over, and instructed them to keep a low profile and avoid trouble—even if they did cause trouble, they could clean it up neatly and elegantly.

As the words fell, rock patterns writhed, converging along his right arm to form a blazing dragon coiling around it, instantly spewing forth scorching heat.

Suddenly, Chu Feng noticed someone entering the shop—a wealthy old man dressed in finery, his eyes gleaming with sharpness, scanning the room with great authority. Two guards, no different from ordinary people, followed behind him.

But now, with Chu Feng’s mature and composed demeanor, Zhou Chengbin and the others were instantly overshadowed. The difference was clear at a glance.

His large beast enclosure was now completely full. Even if he didn’t tame any new thunder beasts for one or two months, it wouldn’t matter.

Thus, after Xiao Yi dispelled the Soul-Eroding Powder, there was no need to worry—each of the General Hall Masters would naturally recover half their strength.

“Understood.” Upon hearing this, Bai Bi the Supreme and Bai Hu the Supreme both beamed with joy, as if this were not a mission to certain death but a welcome journey.

Yi Tian looked at Mi Li’s heartfelt gaze—he never expected she could be so at peace, completely unlike the impulsive woman who had just moments ago wanted to avenge Xiao Tiankuang.

“This is Chang Tian’s newly hired strategist, Chen Gong, styled Gongtai. This is Chang Tian’s newly recruited guard captain, Dian Wei. This is the famed Cao Gong, Cao Mengde.” Chang Tian introduced them generously.

In his view, the perfect moment for assassination would be the instant everyone rose after the memorial rites—by common logic, Wu Fu had just reported a rebel and earned merit; Dong Zhuo would likely have no suspicion of Wu Fu approaching at that moment, making it the ideal time.

“Alright, I heard you know a lot. What did you do before?” Lin Mu squinted slightly.

At that moment, Ye Huan unleashed his Insight Eye and the power of time, slowing the flow of time around him to an abnormal degree—but Ye Ying, within this temporal field, remained completely unaffected.

Song Tianji casually sent the Ox Head’s soul into the Eighteen Layers of Hell and retracted his formation; the heavens and earth returned to clarity, though the entire forest lay in ruins, bearing witness to the fierce battle that had just taken place.

Song Tianji showed no expression on his face, laughing heartily as he greeted Ximba and Zong Leierfu: “Brothers, you’ve worked hard! I never expected you to be such skilled orators—truly impressive!” He warmly greeted Yang Buerduo and the others, leading them into the tent for council.

Seeing this, Lin Tian shook his head in frustration—it seemed Feiyang still hadn’t grasped anything; he’d have to take it slowly.

Thinking of this, Lu Jiu couldn’t help but glance again at Zhang Ye, since Ka Duo had arrived the very day Zhang Ye became Hokage, working for Konoha without pay.

The Indian United Forces also launched cluster bombs; both sides’ camps were completely engulfed in flames, filling kilometers around with fire and dispelling all darkness.

Ye Huan stared at the towering, growing tree, spread open his energy wings, and flew toward the Atlantean gate—he had to take Elitia and Kam away from the city; he couldn’t let Anges’s sacrifice be in vain. This was the chance Anges had won with his life.

In an instant, holes appeared across the wall ahead, and countless black arrows shot out from them, flying toward Xia Liu.

As Yin Niuzhi Fan approached, passersby recognized him and greeted him, acknowledging that Yin Niu had committed an offense.

The iced tea stall stood at the foot of the city wall, opened by a retired soldier; even Prince Zheng Rong of Youyan often came to drink a bowl, making it famous throughout Guangyang City. A row of benches against the wall was already packed, patrons drinking their tea with loud “gulps.”

Hearing Xia Liu’s mutter, Jiang Menglin sniffed disdainfully, shot him a glare, and turned her head away.

He felt an indescribable agony in his abdomen, as if his stomach and intestines had been sliced open by a knife—he had to clench his fists, tense every muscle, and bite down hard to suppress any cry.

Faced with such skepticism, Chen Feng could only shake his head and smile, lifting the abalone on the cutting board to show them.

Afterwards, Fu Lin happily led three thousand junior military officers and General Xu Huang, who protected the princess all the way from Chang’an, defeating Bo Cai several times along the route for his treacherous intentions.

All present wore expressions of astonishment—after all, the King’s Sword was an EX-rank artifact, capable of slicing the Holy Grail in half.

“Eunuch An, drink less, look how red your face is. Shall I make you some dumplings?” Lu Jiu’s soft voice drew everyone’s attention to the table.

He had always believed he’d drunkenly and shamelessly stumbled home himself—never imagining it was Lin Wanqing who had brought him back.

Less than ten seconds later, the bone-chilling cold vanished; apart from the remaining ice shards and the still-slick icy surface, everything returned to normal.

Over these past days, Ye Tian had also investigated the Night Grandma’s past; though he knew her origins, her actions still struck him as strange.

Even so, Han Ming kept telling himself over and over: I am Han Ming. But he found that this didn’t help him forget the nightmare—it only deepened it.

Ye Tian’s expression froze, then softened into relief and sorrow. Black Ming Stone was an extremely rare alchemical material, incredibly hard, capable of producing artifacts far stronger than ordinary ones—every alchemist dreamed of it as a top-tier resource.

Her eyes flickered, giving me a sultry glance. Suddenly she smiled—sultry, like spring blooming—and said clearly: “Qiao San, you’re not afraid of me anymore?” Piao Yu shifted her feet, suddenly drawing close, studying me at point-blank range.

Even ending up as Tang Sanzang’s disciple on the journey to the West would, in others’ eyes, be immense fortune—after all, Sun Wukong eventually attained Buddhahood. If this were known, not even fourteen years as Tang Sanzang’s bodyguard would be too long; even fourteen hundred or fourteen thousand years would be sought after.

Thus, the lowly white bone dragon, which had assumed it could easily tear apart Nie Feng and the others, was instantly frozen by the bitter cold. Its wings unable to flap, it slid past Nie Feng’s head by momentum and crashed heavily to the ground, carving a trench over ten meters long.