Chapter 198: 192 Scowling and Bowing (6k)

"Do you hope Alibaba wins, or do you hope Tencent wins—if you really sell the project to Alibaba?"

On the drive from Shencheng back to Jinling, Liu Wan's first words upon waking from a brief nap were to ask Yu Xing's opinion.

Though the exchange had been two days ago, that blazing momentum still lingered in her memory, stirring anticipation; now, out of sudden curiosity, she wondered whether Boss Yu had shown any preference for the final outcome.

Yu Xing, driving, answered indifferently.

If we accidentally enter the cave to search for treasure and encounter a beast as powerful as the Ice Wolf King, we might not even know how we died.

"L-Lord…" Old Huang stammered; staying in Yanji City left him flustered.

His palm struck with the force of ten thousand jin; as it came down, a deep boom erupted, and the skull of the dragon-like creature shattered, spraying crimson, foul-smelling blood and brain matter in all directions.

"Dragon Elder, Lu Shi-di—never expected they'd get along so well. At first, I was afraid they wouldn't click." Fang Jun chuckled.

"I—I trained in magical defense, physical defense hasn't even been practiced yet! Puh!!" Emperor Zun's final, resentful explanation ended as he spat another mouthful of blood, then closed his eyes—alive or dead, it was clear he carried deep, bitter regret.

Of all, Jiang Qing found it hardest to accept: after sharing a bed for years, she had never known the man she tangled with every night was the traitor behind it all.

A loud shout rang out, and I sprang up instantly—a golden light surged forth, kicking up clouds of dust.

Mo Fan learned that the Tianzhan Team left markers along their route to help members locate them; he memorized the symbols, killed several disciples, then returned to the cave.

Watching Xiao Tian charge in without any strategy, Mo Fan sneered, kicked him flying with one foot, and walked on without another glance.

Mo Wushuang clutched his head, writhing in agony, and released his grip on the Soul-Severing Sword.

Wu Yong knew he would get nothing more out of him; even if there were clear traits, Wei Qiong would have deliberately concealed them—chasing this lead had almost no chance of success. He had to find another way.

Moreover, these Faith Stones could be ranked by the amount of faith energy they contained; the one the Celestial Veil Beast now produced was clearly a high-grade Faith Stone—likely its last reserve.

The aura emanating from it held no trace of life, only the decay of death.

"Senior Liu Xin, the Demon Wolf is injured—what about my evaluation?" another cardmaker rushed forward anxiously; his cards had been crafted specifically to counter the Demon Wolf—if he switched now, he'd be screwed.

Zhou Bai saw many celebrities at the award ceremony; among them, the one he admired most was Mei Yanfang—the powerhouse actress and singer who would die of cancer two years later, a heartbreaking loss.

Luo Yi left the Church of Light and Justice with a loaf of bread; night had fallen, and now that food was settled, another problem loomed before him: shelter.

Fang Yuxue instinctively touched her ear—it was warm, but otherwise normal.

The special forces instructors, upon hearing Lin Ye's order, were initially baffled; but after hearing the students' laughter, though each felt stifled and furious, all—led by Langya and Langyan—strictly followed Lin Ye's command.

From behind, a serpent resembling a dragon, crowned with twin horns, hissed as it surged forward, its three-toed claws stepping lightly upon faint misty clouds as it chased after them.

In harmony with Huijue, who had become the endless source of Buddhist light, as if seeking to welcome Huijue up to heaven.