27 Voluntarily Revealing One's Identity (3)

I did not find Li Feng’s questions to be problematic; my intuition told me that Li Feng was a trustworthy person. He had even provided a two-hundred-thousand-yuan deposit in advance. If we were unable to resolve this issue, wouldn’t that mean he would be as good as dead? Gu Beicheng did not expect Zhao Qiao’s topic to jump so abruptly, yet she did not slacken in the slightest, answering Zhao Qiao’s questions earnestly.

Chu Mu lowered his head to look at the formation map, which had now retracted all its aura and resembled a simple scroll. He could not hide the excitement in his heart. Finally... finally, he would not have to continue sacrificing his lifespan.

Everyone was truly overjoyed. They had actually acknowledged a Martial God Body as their leader. In the eyes of spirit wielders, the Martial God Body was truly exceptional. For thousands of years, all spirit wielders could only possess a single guardian spirit, yet in these recent years, three individuals with the Martial God Body had suddenly appeared.

Great waves churned within the Sword Pond, and all sorts of malevolent auras overflowed. Beneath the pool water, distorted shadows could be faintly seen swimming and dancing. On another boat beside him sat a hunched, short, and stout old man holding a long staff, his body exuding a ghostly chill—a polar opposite of the crimson figure, like ice and fire.

After the Old Turtle heard my suggestion, he asked me how the work should be arranged for tonight. As we spoke, I do not know what Zhao Xin did, but she completely took control of my body.

Seeing the Creation Jade Disk appear once more, the Daoist Duobao felt a sense of suspicion and shock in his eyes. After identifying it carefully, he spoke again. Both had fallen for the wrong person, yet Xie Ba was far luckier than Feng San. The lesson Xie Ba received was merely that he was never meant to be with the one his heart desired, whereas Feng San had suffered the most devastating and destructive blow of his life.

At that very moment, the figure of an old man appeared in the previously empty back seat. A white bandage was wrapped around his chest, and bloodstains could be faintly seen soaking through.

Through the trials of the first eleven levels, Li Long felt that even though he was currently wearing a gaming helmet, his control over his own body had already surpassed what he had achieved when using a gaming pod previously.

The villagers of Deshimi Village were very simple and honest—at least they were until a wealthy merchant arrived with his family and servants not long ago. It was said that the merchant had come here because a plague had broken out in the northern part of the kingdom, and he intended to head south to seek refuge with his relatives.

The darkness began to fade but did not dissipate. Everything around me began to stumble and sway; though there were no specific scenes, I could perceive my vision shifting constantly.

Getting her to spread the seeds of a peaceful life to Cousin Eleven was not difficult; the difficulty lay in whether Cousin Eleven would take the bait and be willing to let those seeds sprout.

It was precisely because those two former monsters had become summoned beasts that they held no hatred whatsoever and followed the master's commands completely, rendering the knight's taunt skills useless.

I had to attend a banquet at the palace tonight, so I had to arrange the many affairs of the manor beforehand. Otherwise, after returning from the banquet, I would be in a rush and unable to let my family sit down together for a proper reunion meal.

For a deity to be frozen to death by the cold of the mortal world is the height of absurdity. They start at the level of a Demon God; what could you possibly compare yourself to them with?

"Cough, cough, I'll practice my handwriting another day..." Chu Qing felt very embarrassed when he thought of the signature he had just written; after all, the characters in the signature were truly too ugly.

"It's alright, you have to believe in me!" Chen Wu came to Bai Xian'er's side and whispered into her ear.

When Sun Qing spoke of my ending, I was startled, and my heart felt as if it had suddenly been pricked by a needle, a sharp pain flashing through me.

Someone had blocked Master Liu's strike! Some of the big shots had very limited knowledge of the martial arts circle, but there were a few who understood the cultivation levels of warriors. It was rumored that Master Liu was a Saint-level powerhouse who had transcended the ordinary and entered the sacred.

"You can't see him anymore; he has already become an immortal, and a Poet Immortal at that!" Tian Cheng curled his lips and said dismissively.

"Emperor Zhui Tian, we don't need to invite you again, do we? Just come with us." The man in black actually called out his title directly.

"Mother, I truly know I was wrong. Please forgive me this one time." Having already colluded with Huang Li, the City Lord was now humble and submissive, showing not a hint of temper.

I do not know why, but when Shen Tu told me this, I suddenly felt that her words were very similar to my own state of mind at times. When I was with Liu Longting, I was in great pain, but if I left him, I would be in even greater pain.

In Egypt, within the Suez Canal, the docks were filled with supply ships. Chen Yucheng and Feng Zikai arrived in person, as both wanted to claim a larger share of the newly arrived advanced weaponry.

Without even glancing at Tian Cheng, Christian focused her attention directly on Vidaweis beside him, a look of pleasant surprise appearing on her face.

The adjutant's expression was despondent. For the invincible fleet of the British Empire to surrender to a backward race was a deeply shameful matter, but compared to life itself, nothing else mattered.

Just then, my phone suddenly rang. I picked it up and saw that the caller ID was Bai Weiwei. I answered the call, and her voice immediately came through.

Lan Yi nodded. Watching him leave, Bai Liu also went to the front courtyard to unearth her parcel. She saw Yuan Xi standing dazed in the courtyard, holding a steaming lotus leaf wrap. The disaster victims living in the east and west wing rooms looked at the main room, then at their own roofs, their eyes filled with worry and fear.