Chapter 27

"Third Cousin, why didn't you give us a heads-up when you came here? It’s a good thing First Cousin was worried and went to find Master Tang, or we wouldn't have known you were here," Beilong said, hurrying over.

Sun Wukong's golden cudgel hung in mid-air, yet the possibility of it falling at any moment left me trembling with fear.

It was clear that Lilith now brought him more harm than good, so he intended to discard this useless pawn.

Why, why could that Xiang Zixi make so many men go crazy for her? Why must I be the one to suffer such a crushing defeat? What is this all for?

"Look at this. Surely you haven't forgotten, have you?" Shen Feifei stood up, revealing the stool that had been sitting beneath her to Boss Niu.

Considering the guerrilla warfare she had waged against her father in the modern world, how could they have captured her so easily?

That expert warrior’s sword technique was incredibly sharp—far more cunning than Wang Xiong’s—and, combined with his agile movements, it severely restricted Wang Xiong.

"Is the reason really that simple? Then what is the secret they are trying to extract from you?" Long Yi asked, hitting the nail on the head.

The usually ethereal Qingfengzi now looked utterly wretched. Beyond his clothes being shredded, his body was frequently gashed by Shen Feifei’s finger-blades; bloody, crisscrossing wounds appeared, ghastly and hideous, dripping with fresh blood.

The slaughter in the courtyard had ceased. With the scene in such chaos and the people in the helicopter unable to distinguish friend from foe, who had the heart to keep fighting?

Yao Tie, who had never been threatened like this before, was instantly consumed by rage! He had already taken a step back, yet the other man was pushing his luck—did he really think he could strike someone while brandishing a rice ladle?

After Chen Che used a diversionary tactic to lure Shi Shengdian Zhao toward the north, they calmly passed through the dense forest five days later, arriving at Quxia Pass, the easternmost military fortress of Western Tang.

"That won't be necessary. I shall use the Earth-Escaping Technique to escort the prince back to the capital; everything will be handled properly," Liansheng said.

"Enough!" Joan frowned as he walked out, quickly grabbing three loaves of bread while simultaneously pocketing Avi's silver coin.

Lin Yu sighed helplessly, swallowed another Spirit Recovery Pill, sat down to meditate, and restored his spiritual energy before walking toward Qin Feng.

Lin Yu was deeply shaken, as if he had seen an old man standing with a sword, facing the gods and demons of the world without a shred of fear.

Zejin and Hong Hao frowned simultaneously. With patrols and scouts on alert and the shuttle hidden within a camouflaged magical space, there was no need for further patrolling. What on earth was Yulang doing, and why had Mr. Mei followed him?

"What are you doing?" When Bai Yi heard her acting so coy while tugging on her hand, she knew nothing good was coming. It was definitely about making her move to a new house.

Grandpa Huang Er rubbed his hands together, and billowing yellow smoke began to permeate the surroundings. The foul, pungent odor made anyone who smelled it weak in the limbs. Achai transformed into a black tiger, hoisted Du Meng onto his back, and leaped out of the yellow smoke's range, while Hou Zhenshan spun his stone-splitting hammers, blowing away the toxic yellow mist like a tornado.

For a moment, the crowd was in an uproar; after all, that card represented the status of a Third-Grade Alchemist.

She felt that the texture of this instant noodle, while not firm at all, had a strange, powdery softness, revealing an incredibly unique fragrance.

In this era of film, every minute of shooting meant the cost of a minute of film. Since the economy hadn't yet taken off, almost all film production was managed by major film studios. Even famous directors had to partner with these studios, or else they made underground films, so there was nothing for him to do.

Of course, this didn't mean the alchemy shop didn't sell items under 100 gold coins; it was just that such items weren't on display.

Luo Yi's combat prowess not only shocked the three men in golden armor but also shook the boss. However, the boss still chose not to intervene personally, as she had a clone; only by defeating all her clones would one earn the right to face her directly.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew through, extinguishing all the candles in the room and plunging it into total, impenetrable darkness.

Zhang Xing walked out of the dormitory building feeling smug, unaware that as soon as his roommates had left, Lin Ye had kicked open their door and dug his own military training uniform out of Zhang Xing's suitcase.

"Didn't I tell you yesterday that I think the food industry will be a great investment? I’m planning to go survey the market first," Zhou Bai said with a smile.

In this situation, even Chen Tianhao, who had hacked down countless people, felt a chill run down his spine; it was absolutely terrifying.

However, at this moment, after Fangfang, as a senior editor, had spoken these words, the other editors also reserved their opinions.

Uncle Liang tackled Li Qingchen to the ground. Taking advantage of this, the people who had run over to surround them provided cover, drew their guns, and entered a standoff with the Second Master's men.

A fan named Pu Yun was a long-time moderator for Mo Xicheng; she had been very active online recently and often clashed with his other fans.

"Alright, I'll go prepare," Si Nuanqian said, feeling that the heavy mood she had been suppressing for two days had finally eased.

People noticed that the Winged Demon Grand Commander must have suffered some internal organ damage; though it wasn't severe, the blood at the corner of his mouth looked exceptionally妖艳, as bright and beautiful as a ruby.

But now, the Second Master had spoken, piercing through her deepest facade and leaving her filled with anxiety.

Seeing Xiao Nancheng act like a savior by pulling out twenty thousand yuan to dismiss those people made him feel humiliated and left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Political Commissar Zhang smiled bitterly; Wang Wei never played by the rules. He turned to pour him a cup of tea before sitting down.

Su Mi just pouted and said, "If you like it, make up your mind early, or you'll regret it when someone else snatches it away." Seeing her teacher's wife glaring at her, she quickly shook her silk handkerchief and focused on her embroidery.

Some in the audience felt it was a pity, but more felt it was the result he deserved. From his initial self-righteousness to his later lack of execution and decisiveness, and finally his recklessness and impulsiveness, everything pointed to the massive flaws and weaknesses in his character.

The existence of someone who could shake one's own position, no matter where they were, was like a bone stuck in the throat—as long as they lived, one could never rest easy.

In less time than it takes to drink a cup of tea, many people began to show signs of being unable to hold on, and some even retreated in haste.