Chapter 95

The sly Tengu was exceptionally clever, knowing that grass-type moves would have little effect on the Shroomish. Therefore, it unleashed its psychic power—a flash of rainbow light burst upon its body, and an invisible force of the mind surged toward the Shroomish.

The influence of the Li family was not something Qian Wei could contend with at present. He could never persuade his clan to mobilize their strength against the Li family for the sake of an outsider.

“My leg is almost fully healed, so there’s no need to worry about me. If Chenxing were here today, she’d tell you herself how well I’ve recovered—I could almost kick through a wooden table,” Wen Chengying said calmly.

As for what had been done, no one knew, not even she herself understood the reason for her actions.

“Get out of my way and wait here. I’ll be back soon,” Ouyang Jue said before striding forward. This fellow’s hearing was rather sharp—up to now, I still hadn’t caught a single unusual sound.

It was extremely improper for Kou, on her very first outing, to disappear without a word. The elder sister had intended to properly introduce her, but Kou only responded with cold indifference, which made her seem far less charming than her lively and boastful younger sibling.

With that, Tian Ying let go of his worries, and in broad daylight, simply pulled Linlin into his arms and fell asleep.

For Lan Rongyue, affection was to be cherished if worthy, and discarded without delay if not. Clearly, the bond between her and Lin Qiaoxi had faded, especially after seeing the disdain in Lin Qiaoxi’s gaze when she looked at Jiu’er.

After landing smoothly in a secluded spot, I sent my coordinates to Ziling, telling her to come alone. I didn’t want a group to follow and attract those players who always loved a spectacle—I’d finally shaken them off and had no intention of being mistaken for a street performer again.

Arriving at the beach, Zhen Shiji could see from afar that Vine Tree and Machamp were meditating by the shore, sitting motionless as the waves crashed over them.

For a photographer, as long as the lens was aimed true, each frame could be a work of art.

Zhao Chuchu understood what her father’s words meant—they referred to her relationship with Lu Yuan, which needed to be decisively ended.

The others probably had only heard rumors, and some might not know a thing, yet they’d still made a name for themselves by bluffing and deceiving others.

He approached and gave Wu Laosan another heavy kick, sending both him and his family tumbling to the ground.

Fang Zheng shielded the front with his own body; the AK’s bullets tore through the man’s flesh, leaving bloody holes, and with unstoppable force, struck Fang Zheng as well.

Now, all hope rested on the villain being motivated by greed alone—perhaps losing some money would avert disaster.

So many things he’d only heard on the radio or read about in textbooks before, he could now experience firsthand.

At first, Zhou Sheng hadn’t paid much attention, but when he heard the turnover had reached several hundred thousand, his expression changed abruptly.

Upon opening his eyes again, he saw another black horse—a warrior of some rank had arrived.

Whenever situations like this arose, Wan Qiuer would always behave this way—it could be maddening, but Chu Ling didn’t mind. Compared to when they first met, Wan Qiuer could at least say a few more words now.

It was tantamount to leaping off a mountain peak, over three hundred meters high. Even if not the world’s highest, it was certainly among the top, and since it was a cliff, the danger and thrill were even greater.

Bai Xi, sharp-witted as ever, could tell from Yi Feng’s reaction what he was thinking. Her cheeks flushed; after all, she’d once done something shameful before him for the sake of the Magatama Key.

Once it was the ‘Nebula Lord God,’ now it was the ‘Ancestral Dragon Sutra.’ Why was it that there always seemed to be a ‘supervisor’ in his mind?

“Lone Wolf, dare you fight me? Be my stepping stone so I can advance to an eighth-level death soldier, a senior rank.” The moment he entered Training Zone Two, someone challenged Mo Xiaosheng.

Being pressured in a fight was rare for Hao, but today, in the ring of the Infinite Purgatory, he was actually being chased down by Chen Yaling.

Ling’er quietly turned over, studying Brother Jian’s handsome face and listening to his steady, deep breathing. Love overflowed as she put her arms around him, letting her thoughts wander.

Back then, first, he had comrades he could trust with his life; second, he had excellent weapons and equipment; third, he had nothing to worry about but fighting hard—there was no burden on his heart.

This only proved that Jade Emperor Mountain possessed a mystery surpassing that of the immortals, or it wouldn’t have drawn the attention of such powerful masters.

“His name is also Ye Meng—could it really be just a coincidence?” The Moon Goddess wondered to herself.

Li Zhi’s door was left ajar. His mother, Zhao Fanglan, worried as ever, had come in several times on various pretexts, such as bringing fruit or water.

Discreet luxury was still an unattainable dream for this era’s Class One of Fei.

The Silver Wing cleaved downward like a blade of the gods, as if the Milky Way itself had descended, slicing open the void.

If possible, she’d like to open Sheng Jiang’s head to see what kind of paste was inside.

But now, did he even dare return to that dormitory? Countless movie scenarios flashed through Zhao Changqi’s mind—usually, in such moments, the villain would be sitting on the bed with a gun, interrogating the roommates about his whereabouts.

Sheng Jiang was the first to react, struggling a bit as she reached out to tug at Chi Yu’s clothes—he was hugging her too tightly.

He fetched a simple loudspeaker, and in fluent English, began to explain the base’s main construction period, purpose, and achievements.