Chapter 42

Peng Ruijuan had always been quietly doing things for Li Ming. Deep down, she still worried about the time she took advantage of him previously, wondering if it made him feel uncomfortable. She had constantly wanted to compensate him in other ways but never found the opportunity, which was why she gave him this most precious thing.

Xu Yiming encircled Lian Yang's body with one arm, his right hand instantly shooting out to disarm the beer bottle from his grip and hurl it aside.

"Feiteng, I never expected you to be so generous. If the boss finds out you are being this wasteful, he is bound to flay you alive." Li Zhen shook his head helplessly, though he did not say anything further.

As soon as the battle at the city gate concluded, Zhou Tianlong hastily led Lu Xiang, Chen Bing, Song Xin, and the others, escorting Mouri Nakashin as they rushed toward the imperial palace of the Beihai Dynasty. Zhou Tianlong knew that a battle was also raging within the palace, though the outcome remained unknown.

At this moment, with a solemn expression on his face, he had no idea that his plan had been completely seen through by Mu, the strongest being in the world.

After catching a few chickens and helping harvest some green vegetables in the fields, Xingluo washed them and accompanied Zhong Min to the vegetable market.

The gunshot did not ring out, but that did not mean he was going to let Zhao Hu off. The next second, before the joy could even fade from Zhao Hu's face, a sand-bag-sized fist appeared once again in his field of vision.

The martial arts systems practiced by the Ghoul Fiend and the Phantom Spirit were quite similar, and being blood brothers, their minds were deeply connected. As they trained together day after day, their styles began to blur into one another, making it virtually impossible for ordinary people to tell them apart. Thus, even Fang Chen fell victim to their deception.

"Junior wishes to learn from Senior how to sense the opponent's true qi through perception rather than relying on one's eyes!" Zhou Tianlong said to the Fiery Refining Demonic Bear.

Just as Ling Qian and Yu Hu ceased channeling their destructive power and spiritual intent, the blood corpse within the seal suddenly erupted with an intensely dazzling red light. With a single punch, it shattered all the seals, and the black robe it wore turned entirely blood-red, resembling dripping fresh blood in a deeply eerie manner.

Holding the Bottle of Seven Emotions and Six Desires, she went to find Ao Wuchang. Through Ao Wuchang's line of sight, Ye Changqing naturally caught a glimpse of this treasure.

Looking at Zhang Di's appearance, Pan Jian suddenly noticed the still-swollen palm print lingering on Zhang Di's cheek, and a cold, chilling curve formed at the corner of his mouth.

"Senior Brother Chen Zhe? Is something the matter?" Hearing the voice coming from behind him, Chu Feiyu turned around and saw Chen Zhe running over, drenched in sweat.

Fragments of the chandelier scattered, grazing Lin Jing's profile. The dishes on the table were smashed into a chaotic mess, and the floor was left in utter disarray.

Wu Mingkong found himself momentarily unable to tell who was walking whom. It didn't look like a person walking a ghost, as no one walked their pet behind them; yet the idea of a ghost walking a person was even more absurd—especially when Zheng Chai was restraining the ghost with willow branches.

Sailing through the Weddell Sea, nature constantly revealed its magical power, toying with people and keeping them in a state of perpetual terror and anxiety.

According to routine, this ought to be the segment for playing the pity card, but since it was a holiday, let's skip the sob stories and talk about something positive instead.

The lionfish is a silent assassin of the deep sea. When hunting, it usually swims quietly around coral reefs, suddenly launching an unexpected attack to capture its victim.

"Qin Nan is treacherous and cunning. Dragging this out for too long will be unfavorable to our army." Seeing Xia Qinghe brimming with confidence, Yan Xun offered a reminder.

Not only was the alfalfa cold cake harmless to Lin Ceke, but its cooling properties actually provided immense relief for someone with her Profound Yin and Cold constitution.

Taking a few steps forward, Triton deliberately moved closer to Demos. Fixing his gaze upon the other's eyes, he finally found the evidence he sought.

Demos found it hard to imagine. With his eyes wide open in confusion, lips parted to excitedly cry out her name, he completely forgot the environment he was currently in. After choking on a mouthful of seawater, he began to cough violently, and the searing pain of his wounds flared up once more, causing him to spasm out of control in the water.

Early in the morning, they were led to the drill ground, but over two hours had already passed, and the elders seated upon the lofty platform merely sat quietly in silence without uttering a word.

Seeing Hua Qingyi act this way, Young Master Fen picked up another flask of wine and drank as well. After finishing, they looked at each other and burst into hearty laughter.

On the magitech flying carpet, Ding Hu coughed and spat out blood. His clash with the Overlord had not only damaged his meridians but also injured his internal organs. However, his Primordial Battle Body had been activated and was recovering rapidly; within a few minutes, he would be completely fine.

Lin Meimian couldn't help but sneer inwardly. What an old fox indeed! Wasn't this blatantly kicking her out of the Dark Gate? Pretending to let her off the hook—what a wonderful thing to say. Wasn't it just continuing to use her? It sounded like a discussion, but where was any room for negotiation? Whatever he said went, after all.

Those orbital paths formed large, continuous circles, endlessly intersecting to weave an unparalleled network.

"If that is the case, we should notify one another and maintain strict vigilance; we are bound to reap results. We don't fear him coming; what we fear is him failing to finish us off." Yun Shuang had perhaps stayed within the royal manor for too long and forgotten what kind of person Gu Huai truly was. Gu Liangyue glanced at her faintly, remaining outwardly silent.

The surroundings were desolate and boundless, with only a dense forest visible on the group's left side.

Responding to the birds' genuine calls, Zhenxi slowly opened her eyes. A healthy flush gradually returned to her cheeks—a radiant glow of health that had never manifested in her body for years.

Suddenly, a piercing whistle tore through the sky. Jiuer swooped down from the night sky, snatching away a spiritual insect with a single peck, and with several consecutive dives, picked off dozens of spiritual insects one by one.

At his side, the powerhouses of the Purple Sun Holy Land hiding within this sinkhole had increased from the initial eleven to twenty. Yuan Jin and Wang Yang were both among them.