Chapter 141: Wrong Villa

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At the very moment that voice rang out, Ye Feng looked up and saw a naked beauty standing right in front of him. Her figure was voluptuous yet perfectly proportioned, and she stood there without a stitch of clothing. “What the hell is going on? Who is she? Who am I? Where am I? Did I walk into the wrong villa?” Ye Feng’s mind exploded, and the alcohol vanished from his system at once. “I’ll just quietly slip back out...”

The old woman had arrived carrying three paper parcels. The paper was yellow straw paper, the same kind later generations would use to make paper money. Qingbao discovered that in this society, such paper served much the same purpose as plastic bags. It was used to wrap practically everything and had an astonishing range of applications.

“An eighteen-year-old artifact refiner...” The thought flashed through their minds, and Luo Dongming and the others fell into silence without exception.

Guo Huai and the other three returned to the surface of the Bermuda Sea. Shui Yunzi, who had been meditating, awoke from his trance, and the four of them reappeared aboard the great ship.

“Qing Tian! How dare you? You actually split Array Cloud Mountain apart!” A voice suddenly rang out behind me. When I turned around, I saw that it was Jade Dragon, the mountain god of Array Cloud Mountain.

The dantian refined by Lan Feng gradually revealed a pair of terrifying, ferocious fangs. This was displayed to its fullest extent in Lan Xianlong.

In the past, Huang Liuniang had once considered marrying Qingbao to Fang Qingyue at Xia Yu’s urging.

Zhao Zhirong stood in the arena of life and death, glaring viciously at Chu Yuan as he walked up step by unhurried step. His expression changed from moment to moment, and regret slowly began to stir in his heart.

Taking a careful look, I saw that weeds grew thickly around the cave entrance, reaching as high as a person’s shoulders. The mouth of the cave was pitch-black, and it was impossible to see what lay within.

After April began, Huang Liuniang once again gathered the entire family together and solemnly announced some joyous news.

Ling Feng had yet to enter the Sky-Stepping Realm, so he could not bring his close-combat advantage into play and could only use the abilities of the Transformation Realm.

I rose early the next morning. After washing up, I put on my third-rank official robe. I intended to face my first impeachment in the finest possible state of mind. I had to overwhelm them with sheer presence from the outset. I could lose anything else, but never my momentum.

Dong Xue stood with her back to Xia Yu, her face expressionless. Yet her dark eyes gleamed with a trace of cold severity.

As the voice faded, a flash of light swept through the room, and a white-robed man with deep-blue eyes appeared inside the bedroom.

“Let’s do it today. When you make your move later, make it convincing. Don’t let anyone see through us—we’re professionals!” Yin Le reminded them.

“So, I suppose I’ll have to take a trip around Capital Star when I get the chance. Before coming here, I had planned to stay cooped up in the military and avoid going outside in case someone tried to assassinate me! But after hearing what you said, I’m beginning to wonder whether I’m really safe at all.” Wang Qiang’s eyes flickered as he spoke.

These star beasts came in every imaginable shape. Some resembled the ones they had encountered earlier; others looked like lions or tigers. Still others appeared to be enormous clouds—not square, not round, yet possessing an overwhelming majesty, as though they could blot out the heavens and the sun.

“For many years, I have wanted to escape the world in which I lived.” Holding her in his arms, Liufan slowly told her about his past. Luo Lianyi listened intently as the mysteries of the past gradually unraveled. It turned out that all his absurdity had truly been a disguise meant to ensure his survival. Without realizing it, her love for him deepened once more.

She gazed greedily at her mother’s pale, lifeless face. At last, she steeled herself and closed the coffin. Tears that had frozen into ice clung to her mother’s cheeks. It was beautiful beyond words, yet utterly heartbreaking.

At first, nothing seemed amiss. But once the number had accumulated to a certain point, Bach was horrified to discover that all kinds of electronic and wireless systems aboard the warship had ceased to function. Even the particle cannons seemed to have become senile old men, their power greatly diminished. Their attacks came out limp and feeble, like spit dribbling from someone’s mouth.

Ever since they had returned from the seaside, the Unity Heaven Sect had closed its gates. Without the sect master’s token, low-ranking disciples like Jia Zhihao could not descend the mountain.