Chapter 28

White-Haired was stunned, still unable to recall anything, so he began slapping his own face with both hands. Only when his eyes gradually cleared did he finally stop.

Once the two of them stepped out of the cafe, Feng Zhishang crossed her arms and blocked the doorway, her eyes filled with undisguised disdain as she looked at Dai Shi.

Ye Tian looked at the twenty or so people in the vehicle, feeling puzzled. He remembered that the Economics Department should have had far more talent than this.

Jiang Chen wailed in agony. In this moment, he no longer seemed like the second-in-command of Youdu Prison, nor the Kunlun War God whose name struck terror into the hearts of enemies on the extraterritorial battlefield.

Yet, even so, after Wu Changshuo took on a Japanese disciple in his early years, he never opened his doors again to the endless stream of Japanese visitors who came to pay their respects.

Ah Rui was just about to ask why Sam was knocking on his head, but listening to Sam’s words and observing his expression, he suddenly recalled the story from Journey to the West where the Monkey King was tapped three times on the head by Patriarch Subhuti, a gesture of profound enlightenment regarding the master’s intent to take him as a disciple.

Last month, following repeated sincere invitations from King Wang Zhan of the Nanwei Kingdom, the legendary Master Yin Mian, the Kunlun Medicine God who had been living in seclusion on Xianlü Island in the Dong’ao Kingdom, finally agreed and personally traveled to Yongwei City, the capital of Nanwei. Accompanying Master Yin Mian were his prized disciples, the brothers Shen Qi and Shen Lin.

Old Master Qin couldn't help but grumble to himself; at the same time, he pulled out his phone and dialed Lin Ke'er.

All the romantic scholars of Chang'an rolled their eyes; before they could even utter a word, they fainted, only to be piled up in the corner like trash.

Feng Zhishang leaned against the sofa, her expression lethargic yet observant, as if watching a play, while she scrutinized He Xiu up and down with a teasing gaze.

"What?" Qin Aofeng was startled. He felt speechless. Ji Wei had been by his side for many years; although he knew Ji Wei often liked to test his newly developed medicines on patients, he never imagined he would end up being the subject of such experiments.

However, even though Lin Hao knew there were dragon bones on the Myriad Worlds Battlefield, the question remained: how would he enter the battlefield to retrieve them?

He Tao wanted to sigh and rush inside to comfort his weeping lover regardless of anything else, but in the end, he hardened his heart. Though he stepped into the room, he let the curtains fall heavily behind him.

***

Thinking of this, she hurriedly climbed out of bed and ran to the vanity to look at herself in the bronze mirror. Seeing her own reflection, she let out a sigh of relief—perhaps she had transmigrated into the body of someone who looked just like her.

Lin Yuanshan could only shake his head as he watched. The difference between people was truly vast; despite his constant flattery, he had never received a pleasant look from Lin Wanyu.

Furthermore, the U.S. special operations forces had already parachuted into the temple and were launching a rescue mission for the two agents; the U.S. military had deployed every available resource for this operation.

Xia Mo hesitated, but suddenly hearing her aunt roaring like a wild beast as she chased after her, she steeled herself and dived behind a woodpile.

Just then, Yu Yun caught sight of Yu Haiyang returning, and of course, following behind him was... a boy?

But Su Mo had no intention of paying them any mind right now; she would satisfy her hunger first. Although her condition was far from good and she was famished, the physical discomfort left her with little appetite.

"Handsome? Beautiful?" Zhang Wanzhong’s mouth twitched, the bewilderment on his face growing ever deeper.

There were a few remaining sects that, despite still having a fair number of disciples, had lost their foundations after their protective arrays were shattered and their spiritual veins destroyed. Realizing that staying in their sects was futile, they gathered near the Kongming Sect, uniting to attack the Demon Cloud.

"Then... if we encounter those ominous or malevolent entities again, will we just keep dying?" another inner-sect disciple asked, his voice trembling.

Staring at the long-distance teleportation array not far away, Luo Ping and his companion did not hesitate to fly toward it. However, at that very moment, four figures appeared simultaneously in front of them, effectively blocking their path.

He racked his brain, but it seemed there was only one desperate solution: to distance himself from the center of the vortex and take her away from Yunzhou.

Finally, I used every trick in my book to kill this terrifying boss. I watched as the Hell Shadow let out a shriek and collapsed, never to rise again. The place, which had been filled with a chilling aura, suddenly grew a bit warmer.

Zhu Lei hesitated for a moment before pressing the answer button. To his surprise and delight, the voice on the other end belonged to Li Tianshou.

***

"A brother of Brother Gao is a brother of mine. From now on, no matter what happens, just come to me. As long as I, Wang Wei, can help, I will spare no effort!" Wang Wei was a man of bold spirit. Because of Gao Chong's poem, he felt a deep affinity for him—the poem reflected the man, or so Wang Wei believed, and so he understood him.

Li Shi could have dodged if he had been willing to pay a price, but with his arrogant nature, how could he retreat? If he retreated, not to mention the mockery from the Wu family, even his own talented peers would laugh at him. Thus, he chose to take the blow head-on.

Fu Ji felt a surge of alarm, realizing that the matter had been leaked. His mind raced; things were looking grim. Regardless, he had been reckless. Sneak attacks were one thing, but if it came to a frontal assault, the terrain of Sanquan City was treacherous, and Dong Xian was a fierce general—he feared he might not be able to pull off this mission.

The conversation between Luo Ping and Nangong Ting infuriated Duanmu Bo. Without another word, he leaped into the air and launched an attack on Nangong Ting.

Back when the residence was first completed, Qin Jing had invited Su Zijin to visit, but Su Zijin was sensitive to the cold in winter and had declined, saying she would come when the spring flowers bloomed. One delay led to another, stretching from winter to summer; this was her first time visiting the estate.

He Fengmian suddenly diverted Lin Wanyin's attention, perhaps due to the issue with the turntable, declaring that he would throw away the trash bin tomorrow.

Only the ankles remained vulnerable because the edges of the shield could not perfectly seal the gap, a weakness later dubbed by the "Block People" as the "Achilles' Heel." Legend had it that his ancestor was a heroic warrior who, during the era of Cain the Sixteenth, delivered the final blow to the Great Dragon of the Twelfth Divine Trial.

Guo Yixuan did not act coy at this moment; she nimbly changed her clothes, not even needing the assistance of a maid.

Liu Zixuan paused for a few seconds, then let out a deep sigh of relief, agreeing to the General Manager's arrangement to transfer to the Sales Department.

Ten consecutive rounds of artillery fire became the backdrop for the chaos. At some point, fires began to roar, spreading wildly everywhere; debris, buildings, and flesh—everything became fuel for the destruction.