Chapter 35

"Did you report every move I made to Senior Brother?" Bai Yuzhu's words were not a question, but a statement of certainty.

"Director Xian, Director Lang is looking for you." At that moment, an officer handed the communicator to Zhao Ruonan.

In truth, Ye Guoyuanli was genuinely angry. He was furious that Su Ruoshui had set such an elaborate trap without consulting him; if it succeeded, everything would be fine, but if it failed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Ugh... how is it? They haven't caught up, have they?" Mo Zidai felt as though she had run a lifetime's worth of steps; even when she stopped, she didn't dare to be careless. Finally, when they looked back again, the pursuers were nowhere to be seen.

Next, she stepped closer, enunciating each word slowly, her tone heavy with coldness and anger, as she stared at Rong Jie and the whip in her hand.

Over the next few days, both sides fought and paused, constantly testing each other's strength, yet neither delivered a truly lethal blow.

Ye Guoyuanli used the lyrics of the opera to berate his eldest brother, right to his face. He dared not point his finger at his eldest brother, so he pointed at the libretto while staring directly into his brother's eyes.

Yet, in reality, it was not like that at all. When he needed a relative's signature for his cancer surgery, and when she was in danger and he cast aside his own health to reach her side at the most difficult moment, she knew that, in truth, she had never forgotten him.

"You know who Xing Tian is, don't you? Even if you hadn't suggested it, he would have gone once he found out," Yang Xiangguo said.

Mother Wei landed on the ground with a thud, feeling as if every bone in her body had shattered. Most severely, her tongue had been bitten; she had opened her mouth to scream just as she was kicked down, and her teeth had clamped down hard on her tongue, filling her mouth with the metallic taste of blood.

Shi Wan began to orient herself. They had been heading east, so after a moment's thought, she turned south, deciding to face whatever fate awaited her.

Sylvia bent down to set down the jade box. The golden toad sat in place, reluctant to enter, but seeing Sylvia staring at it fixedly, it had no choice but to hop inside, full of resentment.

The Lu family had many relatives, and whenever these people gathered to talk, others inevitably crowded around. Before long, Sylvia’s phone had passed through everyone’s hands, and as they looked at the spacious living room and the various bedrooms, the sight of the chaotic, trashed floors left them all heartbroken.

Early that morning, Old Madam Pei rose early to cook a bowl of noodles for Li Miaomiao. She also boiled a dozen eggs for her to take along, and even pressed some flatbreads, fearing Li Miaomiao would go hungry on the road to the provincial capital.

Xi Jin’s gaze fixed on his favorite iridescent purple sports car, a custom model made to match his motorcycle, complete with his own exclusive logo.

But after tossing and turning all night, casting the net into the sea time and again, they couldn't even catch a shadow of a fish.

Suddenly, a high-pitched "Squeak..." rang out. The black mist surrounding the human-corpse dissipated instantly, and a bizarre, rat-like face stared intensely at me.

Furthermore, Ye Qiu immediately issued commands through his consciousness into the tactical tablet, searching for keywords such as: "identity of the descended" and "social connections."

In the sealed city, the sky looked as if a green curtain had been drawn across it, painting a picture of the apocalypse.

He had no leisure to deal with this pile of messy business; he had come out for an excursion. It was bad enough that his dreams had been thwarted, but now he was being used as a pawn by others.

Mr. Zhuge, the leader of the Black Prison Divination Group, was currently outside the Black Prison, organizing the consolidated timeline to ensure the relative independence of the entire Black Prison world so it would not be disturbed by external causality.

This time, it would likely face an even more severe historical repetition; Chen Lü’s combat power was not something a few special forces soldiers could compare to.

As soon as Old Master Leng finished speaking, Guoguo’s nerves tightened. He dared not look up, yet he maintained a state of calm.

"Greetings, I am Master Qianji of the Maoshan Sect. I have been in Renjia Town for many years, and the local folks call me Uncle Nine," Uncle Nine said, his Taoist name being Qianji.

I know my younger brother well; he must have spoken that way just now because he felt humiliated by my actions.

In the corner, Yang Shaoyong did not look up. He remained curled in a ball with his hands covering his head, shivering, radiating an aura of total defeat.

However, these attacks couldn't even spark against the Black Lantern Superman, all dissolving into fragments of green light. Superman simply turned back and let out a light breath; the flash-freeze from his super-breath turned the legion of Green Lanterns into ice sculptures.

Brilliant, truly brilliant. Sure enough, the expressions of the harem group changed, especially Da Mimi and Tang Tang, whose attitudes softened visibly; after all, they were newcomers.

Your opponent knows your weaknesses better than you do. As the strongest light carrier, how could she not know how to conduct anti-submarine warfare?

Zhuo Ran turned to look at the door behind her, then looked back at Zhuo Nan, surprisingly calm.

If these laborers followed along the way, carrying, lifting, pushing, or pulling, the bailiffs could conserve their energy and maintain a certain level of combat effectiveness in case of a crisis.

Below the arena, witnessing this scene, both the direct descendants participating in the test and the collateral branches and onlookers watching from the sidelines broke into exclamations and discussions.

Watching the approaching sword light, a faint smile appeared on the old man's face, as if he were possessed.

Thinking of this, she set down her milk tea and followed behind Yan Shengming, who had just gone upstairs, wanting to find out what was going on.

Jing Chen knew that this was a chaotic phenomenon caused by their understanding of power reaching a certain level.

Others on the high platform, upon seeing the punch Jiang Zhen threw, also let out exclamations, naturally recognizing it as the unique skill of the Four-Clawed Golden Dragon King.

"Boom! Boom!" An unparalleled force erupted, like a dormant volcano suddenly waking. Violent energy surged in all directions, causing the earth to tremble. Although the gray ancient tower was extremely sturdy and possessed supreme divine power, it was still sent flying by this violent energy.

Hu Fan’s attitude became increasingly inscrutable to Lu Zhongnan, who wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Jiang Zhen performed a self-slashing strike, pressing his right index and middle fingers together to form a sword-finger, concentrating the Moon-Slaying Sword Qi at his fingertip, and struck his own glabella.