Chapter 137: Jealousy—Lijiuwei Is Tonight’s Benefactor

Shen Tang leaned against Li Jiuwei’s chest on purpose.

Feng Su’s eyes instantly sparked with rage.

“Shen Tang!” Feng Su growled through gritted teeth. He stepped forward, pulled her away, and shoved her aside, his gaze filled with a stern warning.

“Your Highness, you really are narrow-minded. Weiwei is my dear bestie; you’re just getting in the way of our sisterly bond.” Such a bossy jerk—she hadn’t seen Weiwei in ages.

So this guy really hadn’t died.

But as long as these wards revealed the positions of the EDG members and wasted their time, then the vision provided by these wards was meaningful.

For the average person, the Death Apostles are a disaster one can only hope to avoid, the ultimate villains of fantasy works, capable of filling twelve episodes of animation and an OVA.

Devastated netizens raved and ranted online, unable to accept the reality, baring their teeth and howling at the heavens.

Of course, the kills in the Demacia Cup don't carry much weight, especially since the opponents were a team of streamers.

Competing in matches truly accelerates one’s growth; the victories in the quarterfinals and semifinals BO5 series alone earned him 600 points.

His visor retracted, and as the scientist looked up toward the sky, he saw the countless stars orbiting this continent and this planet.

He cried out and asked a question, and with just that single sentence, space trembled and the entire observation apparatus shifted accordingly—that was how Artosh asked.

Immediately after, the people in the flower garden heard the Emperor’s roar followed by a chorus of pleas for mercy. The newcomer offered a cold smile, the malice in their eyes unmistakably clear.

Seeming to have finally found a way to crush her, they adopted an incredibly arrogant demeanor, looking down on her with utter contempt.

Shen Wu was so furious it made her liver ache. With all her might, she struck Gu Chenyan; his head whipped to the side, and a red, swollen welt quickly appeared on his cheek.

Ning Yixuan’s shout drew the attention of every student in the classroom. All eyes turned toward Ning Yixuan and Mu Fan, while Kong Mo, noticing the situation from the side, quickly stepped in to stop Ning Yixuan.

Bai Ling thought Ling Xiao had some specific business to attend to by coming all this way to ask her, but why did she feel that Ling Xiao’s state of mind was off? Recalling her own suspicions, she boldly took a step forward.

A heavenly tribulation descended upon the sky above Yunxia Island. The heavens were thick with black clouds, pitch-dark, and out in the surrounding boundary seas, gale-force winds whipped up towering waves. The winds, like giant dragons, swept across Yunxia Island. Silver snakes of lightning tore through the night, illuminating the world, while the thunderous roars terrified the demon cultivators and struck despair into the hearts of the demon beasts.

Soaring through the air, the Bodhisattva flicked a sleeve, and a luxurious courtyard instantly rose from the ground along Tang Seng’s path.

“Yes, that is exactly what I mean,” the Six-Eared Macaque nodded, finding a flat rock to sit upon.

A year and a half ago, the Blood Demon clan took up residence in Tianhua City, with the Black-Robed Blood Demon serving as one of the two leaders.

At this moment, the various Prefectural Ministers were deep in thought, their minds racing as they analyzed the pros and cons once again.

The injured villagers were so terrified that those who could run fled, and those who couldn't crawled away; in a short while, they had all vanished, hidden from sight.

After leaving the airport, they headed south along the highway. Passing through two service stations, the drivers swapped, and everyone took the opportunity to use the restrooms and buy some food, choosing to eat on the bus to save time.

Although the parent-teacher meeting and the hundred-day mobilization rally were important, Lu Feng didn't take them to heart.

Watching one ninja after another fall around him, a Rain Ninja, who had been stabbed by a comrade but had not been struck by the parasitic threads, gritted his teeth and grabbed his umbrella-like ninja tool, charging straight toward U.

Lost in a dream of happiness, Xia Lan seemed not to hear the other person’s words, continuing to step to the rhythm with nervous, slightly stiff movements.

In fact, Bai Yu had long been prepared; that golden thread was the soul of the black shadow, and it had now been reduced to ash by the golden flames.