Chapter 65

Hearing Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling speak in such high praise of Shi Qingxuan, Wanwan could not help but let out a cold snort, a trace of displeasure surfacing on her face as she looked extremely unhappy.

As I performed my ritual paces, a gale began to rise, making my chanting to summon the Thunder God intermittent. The persistent grayish-black substance hovering above the deep pool began to be blown away, and layer upon layer of thick, dark clouds started to gather in the sky above.

Zhang Wei and the others were all magic-class users, whereas Northern Wolf was a berserker who relied heavily on attack speed. He also possessed gear that enhanced movement speed, yet he was naturally disadvantaged in terms of speed and inferior in equipment, causing the distance between them to close rapidly in an instant.

Following the Social People's Party taking over the Jiangxi anti-Yuan banner, the general commander of the Jiangxi anti-Yuan forces shifted to the leadership of General Fang Zhenwu of the Social People's Party.

"Damn it!" Seeing Zhang Wei's subsequent movements, everyone could not help but curse out loud. Zhang Wei was running back and forth laterally... With such high-frequency, erratic changes of direction, how could the Cannon God not become disoriented?

"Ha, you really know how to waste things. My disgust for you has deepened by another layer." A voice, calm yet seemingly filled with genuine loathing for me, sounded from directly above my head.

"They are coming for you," Li Kezhu, the benchwarmer of the school team, said with a livid face as he walked up to Zhaoziyue.

At that moment, Bo Yanhe was lying on a rattan chair in the courtyard basking in the sun when she suddenly felt the light before her dim. Her heart skipped a beat, and she opened her eyes.

"Heh, my friend in the corner, the show is over. You can come out now!" Clapping his hands, Lu Wuchen turned to look toward a corner and said indifferently.

Just as Lao Jiu was secretly recovering, Teng Snake used its brute strength to forcefully snap the rope of the iron ball, unbinding the restraint on the latter half of its body. Of course, this was also inextricably linked to its sharp teeth.

Seeing her poor mood, Aunt Wen could only retreat with a worried expression, not daring to guess what had happened between her and the master.

She was thinking that once her emotions were stirred, Uncle Wu would wake up, but for the moment she had no idea how to go about it.

The video was slightly blurry, but it did not prevent anyone from watching it through. Theoretically, frontline photography was mostly done on the sly—in fact, ever since Wei Shi took on the role of martial arts director for the neighboring production crew, everyone in the cast was utterly convinced of his capability and simply assigned an idle cameraman to film him for his idol status.

"You can't find them?" Mo Yang asked in surprise. Given the Mo family's influence, since they had already traced the matter here, how could they possibly fail to track the whereabouts of an ordinary couple?

Su Wuxian's heart leaped to her throat as she watched the ball in his hand with intense nervousness. A heavy silence hung in the air, broken only by the whistling of the wind by her ears, as if even time itself had frozen.

Turning back, she saw Huai Zhen holding the telephone receiver, assuming a visitor was calling. She thus halted her complaints and carried the groceries upstairs.

Yet her son happened to fancy her, so for all these years, the two sides had maintained a tacit agreement to mind their own business.

The seasonal transitions of the floating city were typically determined jointly by the Meteorological Research Bureau and the Tourism Board. Consequently, autumn was exceptionally long, followed by a brief winter and then early spring.

Today's fatigue was heavier than ever before. Once she closed her eyes, sleepiness surged like a tidal wave, almost drowning her.

To be precise, as she was preparing to take a slow stroll up the slope toward home, she caught sight of the man walking over from that direction.

"How is it? Do you like it?" Su Ming led Zhou Jiayun into the room, handed her the room card, and asked with a smile.

Qin Fan immediately released his grip, looking at the faint red mark around her wrist with a look of guilt welling up in his eyes.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he caught sight of Shen Han's instantly dimmed gaze, and a jolt of shock pierced his heart.

I still had some medicinal herbs on hand and a three-yellow chicken in the refrigerator, so I followed a recipe to make a strengthening ginseng-stewed chicken.

Feeling entirely relaxed, he recounted all of his harrowing experiences. When he mentioned how his parents were betrayed by their guards and noticed the heavy look of sympathy in her eyes, he felt a slight pang of displeasure and could not help but launch into a fierce explanation.

Right beside them, however, was a pair of lovers. The man wore black with his dark hair swept back and half-tied behind him, secured at the waist by a white ribbon. His brows were like distant mountains and his eyes like a sea of stars; his somewhat stern face exuded an unmelting warmth and tenderness. Yet, Yun Duanhun reserved this overflowing tenderness solely for Mu Fengwei standing beside him.

"A-Sen came by earlier and took her away, right before you guys arrived. Didn't you cross paths?" Shen Guan Guan said.

Tao Yi unnaturally averted her face, her gaze instantly dimming as she forgot that her hand was still clasped in his palm.

Entering the rented apartment, Connie was watching TV in the living room. Upon seeing me arrive, she immediately turned off the television, plunging the room into pitch darkness. When I asked her why she suddenly turned off the lights, she used her phone as a flashlight to retrieve red wine from the cabinet, saying she had prepared a candlelight dinner.

Although I had slain three people in succession, I had also suffered over a dozen sword slashes on my body. Sturdy though my scales were, they could not withstand the onslaught of more than ten sword strikes. I was drenched in blood from head to toe, looking like a bloody wolf.

His strength, not yet under perfect control, would frequently burst forth unexpectedly during parries, resulting in him repeatedly knocking his opponent down while solely on the defensive.

A grayish-yellow sky, a grayish-yellow ground, grayish-yellow buildings—everything appeared so dim and dreary. Everywhere lay broken walls and a scene of utter desolation. This was the Bloody Valley, which previously appeared in CrossFire as a mercenary mode, but had now transformed into an annihilation mode.

"Gu Chenghe, Wei Kecheng, are you two out of your minds to be saying things like this?" Feng Yong reprimanded the two men.

Now, the tissues had fallen into the hands of those people, which meant that Shen Qiang's deterrence in establishing a forbidden zone had half-succeeded. At this critical juncture, Shen Qiang was telling them to put down the tissues—could it be that he intended to abandon his plan?

When the screen displayed the message that the transfer was successful, his computer instantly crashed, and no matter how he shook the mouse, it failed to respond in the slightest.

The thin middle-aged man glared hatefully at Tianyou, gritted his teeth, and thrust his claws forward with all his might. The giant sword could no longer hold out and shattered inch by inch, the cracks instantly spreading across the blade until it dissolved into spiritual light and vanished.

Xue Nan covered her mouth, her face draining of color as she thought: With this kind of tackling, will Zhang Yifang really not get hurt?

"Fellow Daoist Ming, this old Daoist has come to pay a visit. Might you come out to see me?" Daoist Baiyun stepped forward and said.

Having spent these days together, Ling Shaoping had finally laid down his pride and cast aside his prejudice against Li Jiayu, silently accepting his status as the fourth strongest expert of Xiejian University. Apart from Li Jiayu, Ran Hongxia, and Kikyo, none surpassed him.