Chapter 212: 206 The Last Nail

Yu Xing led his team back to Shencheng, considering how to fabricate an excuse to get Bi Sheng to reimburse the expenses.

Round-trip airfare, vehicle use, accommodation, meals, and travel allowances—officially official, but still needed accounting; no need to rush it in the next two days, since Le Tao Net's recent wave of resignations meant they could soon use Baixiaosheng's bundled hiring package, a one-stop service.

A two-day round trip, tangled up with other companies' affairs, and he'd even lent his strength.

When Bao

As Qingyi's words ended, a blue-clad youth stepped forward—he was Xu Leiting, sixteen years old.

Of the thirty-odd disciples of the Exploding Sword Tribe, seventeen or eighteen died instantly; only thirteen remained.

The dragon turtle, busy eating dragon meat buns, had no time to care, so it pretended not to see; the Princess of Glass struck down, the turtle bounced up; she struck again, and it bounced up once more.

Qin Feng nodded in satisfaction, then packed a batch of demonic beast corpses into his storage ring and headed toward the central tower with Liu Luo.

Luo Su met Qin Feng's gaze; seeing his clear, open eyes, her icy blue eyes rippled with faint waves.

This surprised everyone—the Star Heaven Palace was every student's dream; why did Nie Yulou seem so uninterested in entering it?

As he spoke, Chen Xiaoyao burst out of the Immortal Palace, racing furiously into the depths of the Martial Realm; at the same time, his horizontal flute reappeared—though the treasure was sealed, its basic functions still worked. He fled with his hostage while channeling true qi, blowing a mournful, wailing tune.

Mo Yanqing's cold voice drifted slowly forth; she showed no surprise at the sound, only calm composure.

Yet at that time, no alert reached Han Ye or Mu Fang—their meat patty business cycle lasted only a few months.

"..." Feng Qi heard his younger brother's words, his face darkened, yet his heart trembled—he had thought only he was like this, but now he learned his brother was too. It was strange, incredibly strange—had they truly been reversed by one day in time?

Most of these martial brothers with some seniority had tangled ties to Wang Datian; another group shared brotherhood bonds with Big Brother Ye Xiao.

"My second sister, Jiang Yunyan, and her fiancé, Ning Xiu." Jiang Sheng's voice carried threads of hatred, utterly at odds with her gentle nature.

The Great Yuan Empire lacked everything else, but never people; suddenly, an entire planet opened for colonization—housing provided upon arrival, government-assigned jobs, relocation allowances, and state-funded family visits and tourism—it was an unimaginable blessing.

The Buddha Grandfather leapt forward, soaring directly into Ouyang Rui's terrified gaze, landing on his chest.

This wasn't a death sentence; Wang Chen had full confidence in Vinnie's strength!

"As for the old and weak, pick out some to fill the city moat tomorrow—perfect for saving grain!"

To those unfamiliar with the craft, these photos were just a few Photoshop images—a show-off guy snapping some space shots and flaunting his Photoshop skills.

Hearing Qin Yunshan's voice, Jietou's mother whirled her head toward him, then suddenly grabbed her own chest.

This meant only two choices lay before me: either remain silent and kill every last person who brought shame to my family, or give a satisfactory answer.

Lin Yu scrutinized Zhao Wují carefully, relieved to see he was unharmed; she sighed inwardly, said nothing, and tucked her worry and care deep inside.

The other two warriors eyed him coldly, gesturing politely for him to proceed—but everyone could see that if he disobeyed, they'd teach him a lesson immediately.