Chapter 188 In the Car

Dawn felt somewhat surreal. She stared blankly at Xu Zheng's face for a long time before suddenly reaching out to catch a tear on his cheek. Feeling the trace of warmth on her fingertips, she wept once more, unable to help herself.

Seeing the blade of energy cleave through the raging flames and arrive right before him in an instant, Shi Gongming felt his heart and soul splitting apart. He let out a howl, seized the long sword held by the boy on his right, and his body multiplied into countless overlapping figures that filled the entire Southern Bright Leaving Fire Formation.

The system sprite had just finished speaking when it saw Ning Feng scamper off like a wisp of smoke. Watching Ning Feng bolt away, the system sprite smiled and floated directly to his side. Indeed, it wasn't running; it was floating.

"I won't let go, I simply won't! Who told you to laugh at me? Hmph, let's see if you ever dare to laugh at me again!" Tang Luoxin wore a triumphant expression on her breathtaking face, her red lips curving upward slightly as she spoke loudly.

They might court the Li family and maintain friendly relations with them, but that did not mean they would take the risk of certain defeat to do something entirely meaningless.

Ning Feng swallowed hard, then pulled out his phone to use its light while feeling his way forward.

Mentioning the Liu family reminded Tang Chunni of the purpose of their visit that she had overheard at the door earlier, and a trace of guilt crept into her thoughts.

She was the Empress Dowager, a figure standing above ten thousand people with only one person above her—how dared Yan Fuqiang speak to her in such a manner?

If they were to be sent to suppress the rebel bandits, the imperial court would have to dispatch a contingent of personnel to take command; otherwise, if they neither obeyed orders nor heeded decrees, pushing them too hard would only lead them back to rebellion.

A low, stern shout rang out. This time, Xue Shisan failed to succeed as two figures appeared beside Qin Hanxing. Upon arrival, the pair raised their hands and struck out toward the void before them.

Charging straight ahead for sixty meters like this, those two chatterbox engineers had barely covered four meters. As Zhang Yuan passed right by them, the two remained completely oblivious.

Then he picked up a sharp fruit knife from the coffee table, slowly walked over to squat beside my head, and looking at the blade in his hand made my scalp tingle with fear.

He was aware of the incident a few days prior where Ye Qingcheng had been injured while horse riding, and he had even gone to visit her. It was supposed to be a completely ordinary matter—how had it blown up to such a scale and become a laughingstock for others?

Damn it, how on earth did a high-ranking officer with the rank of Senior Colonel get duped into joining the company by those two blockheads Naruto and Sasuke?

Had they been on Earth or elsewhere, even while piloting a mecha, Zhang Yuan would have been unable to hurl a one-ton rock two kilometers away. However, the gravitational pull of this meteorite was extremely weak—less than a tenth of that of Earth. With the sheer horsepower output of the Angel of Death, pushing the boulder out was not difficult at all.

He began coloring the surface of the mecha on the holographic screen, choosing a shifting palette of deep purple, silver, and pale purple, utilizing a crystal iridescent paint.

Rong Zhao was housed in the very same prison cell that Xiao Junjue had occupied a few days prior. Ever since the incident, she had remained dazed and helpless, her mind in utter chaos, completely unable to discern the threads of the situation.

Shen Guangnian still harbored a lingering worry; he was afraid that if Elder Rao saw him, it might evoke memories of Rao Haoyu, and in a state of mental confusion, the old man might do something irrational.

Jiang Beibei pulled a business card from her handbag and instructed An Tongtong in a flat tone.

The slave camp? If she truly was the original Ye Qingcheng, how could she have possibly escaped from the hands of the slave traders?

Before Fu Tiantian had even arrived, Ye Chu ordered a pot of tea. Scarcely had he sat down for a moment when another arrival appeared at the tea house entrance.

Escaping from the vicious Otu Star, everyone collapsed into the flying craft, exhaling a simultaneous breath of relief, filled with the elation of having narrowly cheated death.

Her appearance remained the same, but her vitality had plummeted; her complexion was as pale as paper, and the vivid redness of her lips seemed parched and dry.

Even half-step Martial Emperors were unwilling to court danger lightly. If they were unable to penetrate deeply, they naturally could not force their way in recklessly, lest they forfeit their lives.

Upon the island sat a massive dragon-coiled city. The bricks of the city walls were intentionally crafted to resemble scales, and the buildings within were arranged in neat, overlapping rows. Towering, giant dragon-shaped stone pillars stood everywhere, exuding the solemn majesty of an imperial city all around.

Ye Jiarou flushed and muttered an apology before hurrying out after Bai Min. Fortunately, Bai Min had left early; otherwise, had she heard Ye Jiarou's words, she might well have flown into a rage on the spot.

Fang Ling stood quietly in place, the three energies of humans, demons, and monsters releasing naturally, expanding and contracting with his breath. As his gaze swept across the entire assembly, no one dared to meet his eyes directly. Even Lei E and Kun Yi instinctively averted their gaze, and when caught in the sweep of Fang Ling's glance, their hearts pounded uncontrollably against their ribs.

Hao Ren dragged his luggage alongside Xuan Xuan to the security checkpoint. At that moment, he was carrying the nest of the venomous bees right against his chest. When he returned from Myanmar last time, he had also cleared security with the hive tucked in his jacket; it had been a thrilling yet safe ordeal back then, and now he didn't even feel the thrill anymore. The contraption wasn't metallic, so the metal detectors wielded by the security guards couldn't pick it up.

"What do you know? I heard Ah Jin say before that the great Phoenix deity rides in a flower carriage," said Qin Fengyi.

Moreover, Sikong Yun would never have anticipated that Bai Qianhui would sacrifice herself simply to create an opportunity for Yin Ling to attack him.

Fu Yan never imagined that the moment he stepped out feeling considerate and handsome, he would run headlong into a large crowd that had just managed to slip in before he could close the courtyard gate.

Wu Yani sprang to her feet as well, pointing straight at Fu Yan and shouting at the top of her lungs, looking as though she was terrified he might bolt.

As for Niuwa, due to his naturally boisterous and unobservant personality, he failed to notice the absence of my clay figurine.

Xiangshan Old Immortal continued to lead the way at a gallop ahead, though his expression grew increasingly grim. The two formidable masters, Yin and Yang, wore faces just as dark and exceptionally grave.

"Grandpa, Grandpa! He didn't hit me; I smashed it myself. Grandpa, look." Fang Luoqing pulled a cobblestone from her plain cloth tote bag and held it up right before Fang Daxian's eyes.

Once the ethereal meridian is cleared, cultivation advances to the next tier, breaking through to the third stage of congenital realm. This allows one to draw even more majestic heaven and earth vital energy into the body to temper the physique, enabling the practice of more powerful cultivation techniques. Now, could he push straight through in one go?