Volume 1, Chapter 38: He Is a Thousand Times Better Than You

Xu Mingxuan’s eyes flickered slightly. If Shen Qingqing could truly cooperate, that would be for the best. In any case, she had nowhere to run. He reached out and untied the rope around her right wrist, issuing a warning: "Do not try to play any tricks, or I will make you wish you were dead."

"I understand." Shen Qingqing immediately untied the ropes on her hands and feet herself, grabbed a shirt, and ducked into the bathroom. She locked the door behind her and immediately began to inspect the window.

In an instant, a crystal-clear white orb appeared in Lan Duoduo’s palm, emitting a constant glow. It slowly rose into the air, shooting out a beam of silver light that struck the blond man directly. Though they did not know what kind of talisman Lu You had used to achieve such terrifying lethality—a power that surpassed even the spellcasting abilities of experts in the Out-of-Body stage—it was undeniable.

At this moment, Xun Baiyu cupped his hands and said expressionlessly, "I do not care for crowds. Until we meet again!" He turned and vanished through the gate of light.

Fortunately, Feng Yi had suffered a backlash when he blocked the final strike of the Seven-Kill Formation for Uncle Hong, and later, he was struck by Mina’s car, leaving him severely wounded. When Lei Chen caught up to him, he was limping along, looking quite disheveled.

Following this, Xu Xianchun, Cui Yingyuan, Li Chenglong, Ma Qinglong, and a group of other military officials all expressed their support for Ximeng to become their leader.

While Tang Chenghao and I were talking, the phone in my pocket rang. I picked it up and saw, to my surprise, that it was a call from Chen Zhibin.

Beyond the main hall and the floral parlor, this row of houses contained seven or eight rooms. Besides the one where Wang Dong slept, there were three other rooms equipped with comfortable beds.

"Serves you right for trying to attack me." I spat at the half-corpse, half-ghost creature as it struggled on the ground.

"What on earth is going on? How did Lanlan get here?" Gao Qing looked at the old woman before him, pointing at Lanlan, who stood in a corner not far away.

At these words, Lan Lingfeng shot a glare at Ning Yuanlan, who lowered her head in fear, not daring to meet her gaze.

Buddhist philosophy suggests that while humans use their eyes, ears, nose, tongue, and body to perceive the world, they are simultaneously trapped by an attachment to the world's illusory appearances.

This body was quite uncooperative, feeling weak and not yet fully recovered; it would need a few days of rest.

"That's good. Let’s go back; he’ll be waiting anxiously." Li Moran climbed onto the vehicle, and for some reason, his mood began to lift.

If the boy from yesterday were still here, he would likely have wanted to bang his head against a wall in shame. Of all people, Li Ming was the last person he wanted to see him in such a pathetic state.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Captain Li Moran, the youngest captain at MU Corporation." Eric smiled slightly and extended his hand politely.

Therefore, Ruan Mingyue was convinced that Xiao Ran was the last descendant of the Tianying clan, and one with the purest bloodline at that.

Seeing this, Xiling Jing gripped her hand. As Xue Meng felt his touch, the crimson in her eyes faded into deep black, and she looked at him with earnestness.

Nearing noon, Ning Yuanlan instinctively regained her focus and glanced at her backpack tucked beneath the ladder chair, wondering if Ling Mo was thinking of calling her.

When the king snakes arrived and saw the carcass of the snake-eagle torn to pieces, they could not help but feel astonished. The flower snake was equally shocked by the sight.

"President Mu, just now..." Once they confirmed the webpage was loading normally, the staff in the official website’s maintenance department finally snapped out of it, their faces filled with shock and lingering fear.

"Actually, I suppose I’m a bit of a tech geek. For instance, this smoke-blowing trick is something I practiced while holed up in my room," Ling Tian continued. "Well, the matter is settled, and I should be going." Ling Tian stubbed out his half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray, then rose to leave.

Wolong knew that with Zhang Yang's temperament, if there really was a fallen knight's lance inside, Zhang Yang would immediately initiate a battle. With his own elite forces unable to log in, this would be a massive disadvantage; he had to return and prepare thoroughly.