Chapter 245: Creation (Begging for Monthly Tickets)

Zhao Xu's gaze was dark and cold as he stared at the tent's ceiling, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly in mockery.

At that moment a black shadow flickered inside the tent and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, what is it?"

Zhao Xu slowly sat up and pointed at the tent. The black shadow immediately said, "This subordinate will go out and check—"

Before he could finish speaking, a series of extremely faint "chi chi" sounds came through, and the bull-hide of the tent's roof was pierced through, countless silver lights shooting in.

A cloak-like object appeared in the black shadow's hands.

And the people below lowered their heads, not daring to look at the Demon Immortal my lord seated above, especially the two Demon Kings who had fled back from the battle of Lishanshan.

So at this moment, those fellows greeting Xu Yang still didn't forget to ask him whether he was doing lunch business.

He grabbed the great scissors of the South Sea Crocodile God, snatched them over, and with a backhand motion lashed them straight onto the South Sea Crocodile God's back, sending him flying like a ball being struck.

"Yes, I know a little. Whether I can break it, I can go try." Lin Fan nodded and said.

"But he's already given the order—can you still stay here?" Xue Lingyun asked coolly.

If this had been before today, when Qin Jue said these words, he might still have hesitated. But after seeing his skill, he felt more at ease having him along.

His idea was actually quite good. Lin Chen's strength was astonishing, even a notch stronger than his own, and Lin Chen was so young, which showed that Lin Chen's identity was truly extraordinary. In that case, Lin Chen must still have some unknown formidable methods up his sleeve.

Once these words came out, the atmosphere at the entire wine table instantly turned strange. Although A-Fei's voice was low, everyone present was a powerhouse and heard it clearly.

The fifty-fifty odds the imperial physician had given set his heart somewhat at ease—at least more reassuring than Mo Suifeng's one-in-ten chance—and so his mind was working much better than just now.

"Ludendorff, I want to know where your confidence comes from." Marshal Hindenburg, radiating natural dignity, asked.

As for the six-or-seven-inch side, although they had Yan Wei's assistance, facing the powerful Dark-Blooded Slaves, they still appeared to be struggling badly.

Zixuan also knew that if the Grand Empress Dowager was adamant about not leaving the palace, their friends absolutely could not help—only seeing the Prince of Jin in such a state truly pained her heart.

"Yes!" The medic, being a member of the special forces, had a keen and perceptive mind, and naturally knew what should be said and what should not.

Before Chen Feng could even crack another joke, or even look at the mission briefing, he had already been sent off by the Black Lotus—no teleportation array needed.

"I beg the Divine Physician to perform miracles; no matter what, please save my younger sister." Guan Zheng dropped to both knees with a thunderous thud, pleading with Hua Tuo.

Min Leyuan, as its name suggests, was a public entertainment venue. This was the result of the National Revolution abolishing imperial power and promoting commoner consciousness.

"Mavis, do you two know each other?" Yue Xuan Yuan Qingshan asked, his face a picture of bewilderment.

In the Sword Fortress's Elder Hall, all the high-ranking members, including several elders who had been in closed-door cultivation for many years, had all appeared. On every face lingered a trace of gloom, their gazes cold as if wanting to devour someone.

Walking into the firm, Steward Deng happened to be escorting a client out. Spotting Su Zhan, he hurried over and greeted him warmly, scaring Young Master Su into quickly winking and signaling at Steward Deng.

The forked serpent tongue "si si" flicked out, erupting with blazing firelight that dyed the pitch-black cavern a crimson expanse, the air crackling and popping.

Stepping into the clouds, a vast white expanse—relying on the naked eye alone, the visible range was less than fifty meters, giving one the feeling that within this drifting fog lurked deadly killing intent.

Andy gripped quarterback Manning's arm, looking at the still slightly boyish young face, and gave him a very earnest word of encouragement.

Seeing Sun Zhengyi's expression, Fang Zhe's heart grew several degrees more certain of his earlier guess. Previously, Fang Zhe had been guessing at Sun Zhengyi's purpose in wanting to see him.