Chapter 116: The Capture

Clearly, the matter concerning Ji Xiaoxiao was far more important. With that in mind, Shu Yiming turned around and said directly, "Alright then, this matter stands as it is for now. You all put this aside temporarily; I need to go handle something else. We will talk about this again later."

"What? You're not going? Then what am I supposed to do here?" Lin Peishi asked, somewhat irritated.

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Compared to the reckless brawlers, the now rational Zhou Mingli had reached another level, openly laying down his judgment with great candor.

As the main god game drew to a close and settlements were made, the fortunate awakened and gained unprecedented encounters, while the unfortunate perished, their souls becoming trophies of the main god game.

Soon after, the addition of West, the super scorer of the Hornets, made their chests swell with pride. The morale of the Knights soared to new heights.

Jones caught the basketball steadily and threw it out, but it seemed as if the ball was playing a trick on him—bouncing a few times on the rim before finally being snatched by Okafor.

"What, are you having second thoughts?" Deblaz's tone turned cold. So what if he was the vice clan leader? Before the war clan, no one dared to cross him except the clan leader.

Meanwhile, Wang Yongping's gaze kept circling behind the Lord of Zuo Mu City, as if searching for something.

Leading the way inside were Ming Ao, followed by Chu Yan, Aldridge, and finally Murong Feng.

Angelie stood behind He Ruozhi in deep frustration, extending her soft tongue to lick the blood from her fingertips, a smile as angelic as ever gracing her face.

On July 8th, the twelve members of the Knights slowly disembarked from the airplane. This plane had been specially purchased for these guys, and it was Huang Xiang’s first time flying on a private jet.

Among the numerous construction formulas calculated to the last digit, ones like Hao Er’s—with all integers at the tail—were exceedingly rare.

A large amount of mercury in the hall, heated by the flames, emitted a pungent odor of hot mercury, an extremely unpleasant smell containing a certain toxin. Fortunately, it was not lethal in the short term. When the heavyset man climbed onto the wooden beam, I dared not slack off; I quickly secured the climbing rope and used a pulley to pull myself up.

At that moment, the aftereffects of the wine were fully evident on Jin Mingzhe. His tongue no longer twisted properly when he spoke, and normally awkward as he was, Niú Haojie suddenly felt as if a bayonet was pressed against his back.

"Of course, it’s just a cake, but today is your birthday, so we absolutely have to eat it—that’s the very meaning of its existence, ha!" Faced with something too perfect, it was indeed hard to bring oneself to cut it. After saying this, Fu Luo plunged a stainless steel spoon straight into the cake.

While speaking, Zheng Heng concealed a crucial detail. After all, bad news only stirs up trouble, and for now, it was better to keep it secret.

The princess’s marriage was of utmost importance. Regardless of the Duke Yu or the Crown Prince, they would definitely endorse both me and Mei Changsu. Naturally, His Majesty would agree as well.

Huarong listened quietly, nodding in admiration of Madam Yin’s intelligence and wisdom. He had never contemplated such deeper matters.

When Song Fan returned to the place where he had been attacked, Fang Shijiu had already stopped the bleeding from his shoulder and was sitting cross-legged on the ground, channeling his energy for healing.

Earlier, when everyone was crouched on the stone platform observing the commotion below, Axang suddenly realized her nose was bleeding uncontrollably. She grabbed my wrist to tell me, smearing blood on the back of my hand before fainting. At the time, I thought she had seen something below; I never expected such an accident.

Then the old demon turtle asked Zheng Chen to take out a blank jade slip and inscribe some divine powers onto it. Unfortunately, the old demon turtle had little interest in the cultivation of mortals and had nothing valuable to impart to Zheng Chen regarding his own cultivation.