Volume 1, Chapter 23: Should We Take Her In?

Shen Qingqing looked back once more, but Mo Lingcheng was nowhere to be seen. Dragging her injured ankle, she made her way toward the exit. As she passed the restroom in the hallway, someone covered her mouth from behind. She struggled desperately, catching only a glimpse of deep blue before a blindfold was pulled over her eyes.

Inside the banquet hall, Xiao Meimei watched Shen Qingqing chase out and chuckled deviously. She patted Zhou Cong on the shoulder and commanded, "After the banquet ends, you are coming to my room with me." Zhou Cong’s pupils contracted, and his cheeks flushed crimson. He pursed his lips and muttered, "Isn't that a bit inappropriate?" Seeing his flustered expression, Xiao Meimei immediately gave him several playful, indignant slaps. "You..."

The higher-ups in the Sky were cursing Alice; she had interfered with the heavenly secrets and disrupted the rules, rendering the people of the Sky blind. Mao Fugui’s words were blunt, and upon hearing them, Xiao Ming could not help but shake his head in secret. If Xiao Ming was barely managing to keep his physical state in check, then Tang Miao was truly reaching the point where her consciousness was beginning to blur.

Following the simultaneous roar of those two or three dozen Qinghai sea frogs, they lunged one by one at the Heavenly Sword that was swooping down. Thinking of this, Xiao Ming circled around to a corner not far from the coffin. Once hidden, he used his internal energy to gently nudge the coffin lid. "Do you think that if you leave this tomb, my second uncle won't kill you?" I could only call out such things at that moment.

First, seize the holy sword, then kill Tang Lichuan and his companion to silence them. That way, once the sword fell into his hands, he could claim they had intentionally delayed the search and were executed on the spot in accordance with the elders' regulations. A truly venomous scheme.

Just as he and the Great Tree had deduced earlier, this building seemed to be alive; upon entering, they immediately felt a rich, vibrant vitality. Knowing that continuing the argument would only put her at a disadvantage, Tang Xuan simply stopped speaking, turned, and sat down to the side.

At this, everyone—including the rabbit—looked at Griffin with expressions that had shifted once again. Although Griffin had said it so lightly, the cold-bloodedness of his words shocked them all. Ten minutes later, Wang Jie and Chuxia dragged their exhausted bodies to the dining room. After a few bites, they collapsed onto their beds to continue sleeping.

Seeing her like this, Su Ze felt a surge of guilt. He sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought for a long time, before beginning to organize his travel clothes, washing up, and resting. Tao Min wanted to say something more, but feeling that those were her biological parents, she decided not to interfere, swallowing her words and saying only, "Come home when you have time," before heading into her office.

Faced with such defenses, the seven-colored light struck forward, unyielding! In an instant, the air bloomed with several dazzling feasts of color—a kaleidoscopic, iridescent display that seemed to showcase every color in the world. Jin Zhantian was clearly on the verge of being finished off by him, yet he still wore that mocking expression. Yang Fan immediately sensed something sinister, and his "Heavenly Eye" began to pulse violently.

If not for the fact that out of the fifty Great Daos, one had escaped, there might very well have been another Beast God, completing the set of fifty True Gods. "Look at you, at your age, how can you afford to be so reckless!" Furong exhorted earnestly.

Before he could finish, Fan Xiaohui’s phone rang, forcing him to stop. Fan Xiaohui glanced at the screen and said, "It’s Han Yang," before answering with a "Hello."

Everyone let out a collective sigh of relief; that moment had been truly heart-stopping. If Jason hadn't blocked it, it would have been a disaster. When Yin Tianyu looked at Ye Xuan again, Ye Xuan suddenly fell unconscious, and at the same time, his celestial body abruptly vanished.

By evening, there was still no lead. Netizens continued to use their vast imaginations, fanning the flames and casting suspicion on other artists. Li Daofeng’s true face was revealed to the two of them; he looked relatively young, though his hair had already turned gray. Therefore, before this, Kiel-Gallen would never have been impulsive enough to make an enemy of a group like Piao’s, which boasted three demigod-level powerhouses.

Upon their first meeting, Yu Le felt an unprecedented strength, a power far beyond what the Lord of Yellow Sands had made him feel before. Who was Fidel? Although he had never met him, he had long heard of him. Countless high-ranking government officials were his honored guests; he had purchased overseas properties for many Costa Rican officials, and every official knew that if Fidel were willing to befriend them, their good days had arrived.

"Report to the Commander, the enemy's mysterious radio station has indeed started transmitting again. This time, they are using a new call sign. It looks like they are quite impatient!" Operations Chief Zheng Guolong said to Tao Ping.

Xiang Feng’s expression was somber; he had an innate sensitivity to economics. Zhang Han had not studied economics, but he understood the dangers of inflation.

A sound like a tolling bell resonated from the sword body, and the middle-aged man beneath the Storm Sword let out a muffled groan, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fainted outright. But he didn't take it to heart, because after laning for so long, Yu Le had only occasionally used skills to harass him; he had managed to guess the characteristics of this Zed—that he would never dare to make any overly aggressive moves without absolute certainty.

Perhaps they would remain friends; after all, not much time had passed, and they were still scenery on each other's life path, not yet mere memories. Old Zhao walked over to Wen Yiming, picked up the incense burner on the table, and took a sniff; his expression shifted violently, and he was instantly mesmerized.

Throwing a punch is power, following a path of hardness and strength; diving is movement, following a path of softness and grace. "Night King City guards, heed my command: form the formation!" the Night King ordered simultaneously, actually managing to hold off the Seventy-Two Fiends.

"Surround them!" Andma, standing on the fortress wall, saw the enemy stop their formation and used his psychic power to issue commands to the skeleton soldiers.

"This servant takes his leave." After nodding to Lu Jue to signal he understood what to do, Ye Feng departed.

In other words, his attacks were limited to random sword swings. Such attacks could not trigger any bonuses and had an extremely low hit rate; if he encountered a master, he would be unable to strike them at all. After all, the radiance of 130 zhang of potential, the glory of the Alchemy Conference champion, was enough to dull their edge.

The mage set up an anti-air spell, forcing the angels down from the sky to be crushed by the sea of skeletons. It should be said that Xi Zhicai always walked a fine line; he tried his best to help Lu Hai-Kong while striving not to become dependent on him.