Chapter 82: He Still Understands Her Best (Bonus Chapter)

The match ended with a score of 2:1. Once again, Fan Bizhuang’s “Mr. Clutch” qualities helped the team snatch victory from Valladolid under difficult circumstances, leaving the Sorrilla Stadium with a satisfying three points. Gritting his teeth to endure the pain, he hurled himself forward with all his might, tumbling across the ground until he finally rolled beneath the Willow of the Underworld. In truth, that was nothing compared to the way Zhang Haiyang had adjusted the beef jerky production. Now, all the beef produced in the fields—even the secondary cuts—had risen in value, becoming the raw material for “steak” in some lower-tier restaurants.

The wine, however, could hardly be called fine—cloudy and bland. There was barely enough food inside the Murky Abyss to eat, let alone spare any grain to brew wine; only these high-level cultivators could afford to make some. One has to marvel at how circumstances can change everything. The cigarette addiction, which had cost countless efforts and money over more than a decade without success, was completely broken in a short time after arriving here.

“Oh, it’s ready already? You’re so naggy. Can’t I have a moment’s peace in the morning?” came the disgruntled cry as Chenxi rolled over, not even bothering to look at her phone—clearly a teammate forced out of bed by her mother after a late night. Meanwhile, Ling Feng made his way to the Great Azure Water Palace, returning the Canglang Divine Sword first, then temporarily handing the Nether God Battle Armor to Lord Minghai.

Chuan Dong, feet still not touching the ground, widened his eyes slightly, carefully observing the black, lustrous sheen on Amantaka’s skin. Though Chenyang was not much interested, because of Chenxi, he had become thoroughly familiar with the competition’s process and the contestants. The Eight Immortals rarely manifested together; in every era, seven would slumber while only one remained awake, for the world could not long endure the strain of all eight being present at once.

At this moment, Xiang Shaoxuan was watching the live broadcast with his colleagues from the criminal police team. Upon receiving Lu Qu’s message, he quickly contacted the Haicheng police and looped them into Lu Qu’s live video call. With Ling Ju Zhenzhen now watching over Chuan Xiaoxiang, she could focus entirely on taking care of her child.

For this, the leaders once again expressed their gratitude to Fu Tinglou and offered their condolences regarding Gu Zeyu’s injury.

She knelt all night before the Earth Temple, while Wang Mazi led his men in mocking and jeering her, spitting at her from time to time and slapping her whenever they pleased. When Li Sheng finished instructing the nearby medical staff and turned his gaze back to Zhou Qingqing, his face showed undisguised disgust and wariness.

In front of everyone, he opened the paper bag and emptied its contents onto Doctor Sun’s desk. Before long, more than half a pound of baijiu had gone down, and Ling Ju noticed that Chen Yun’s face had already flushed red, his speech slurred. Since the meat was cooked and already seasoned, she felt reassured, no longer worried about getting enough salt.

If given another chance, Jia Xiulian would still insist on marrying Xu Guangzong. Shantao simply couldn’t understand: knowing the Xu family was poor and couldn’t afford a lavish wedding, why did Jia Xiulian insist on marrying on the same day as her?

This was a turbulent world, where cold steel dominated the battlefield, and soldiers died in droves from all manner of infections. “We can tell you the origin and use of the eyeball, and how to obtain the Black Nightmare Glare. Let us go. Otherwise, we’ll say nothing, and the eyeball will be useless to you,” the giant mosquito said.

Calling it a surprise was akin to treating Chen Feng as a lamb to the slaughter, for in her eyes, everything about the lamb belonged to her. In the quiet night, a sharp command rang out as Yang Fan showed no mercy, slapping Doha’s fat face again and again, each strike louder than the last.

Though he was not Yang Buhuai, after hearing the news, You Zishi felt both baffled and infuriated. The audience erupted into commotion, voices overlapping in chaos, but all focus remained on You Zishi.

When his second life merged with the dazzling light, he arrived in a bizarre compass world, filled with countless compasses of every shape, interconnected to form an enormous geometric construct. It, too, was a compass.

After resting for a while, Ling Zhoutian began to use his spiritual power to sense Shi Chenghong’s location—he still had to fight him, after all.

Fu Renfeng said, “Don’t worry, it won’t be too revealing, but the legs must be shown. What do you think, if I wear Mai Shiranui’s costume for this dance?”

Witnessing this, Old Xiao had to admit that, faced with the Void Devourer Beast, he had not the slightest power to resist. The ball bounced rapidly, striking the floor again and again, drawing all eyes in Chen Zhi Gymnasium back to Geng Haoshi.

As the camera rolled, Zhang Ziyi and Zhou Bai reenacted their earlier scene. At that moment, a ray of light happened to shine on Zhang Ziyi’s face, making her look even softer, and the camera faithfully captured it.

Once the tent was set up, the bird’s nest was already blanketed with snow, the thick white covering reaching over the four’s ankles. Cao Bin glanced coldly at the crowd, then took out his phone and dialed Muhai.

He made no move to intervene, only watching Xu the Elder and the others as if watching a play.

After a whole night’s effort, Lin Ye dismissed the results as “overthinking,” which was hard for him to accept. Hongxian and the others returned to Nanzhao. Evil Wind and Chang Shixiong went off to drink, while Hongxian entered her master’s room, took out the Celestial Escape Sword Manual, and watched it with her master.

Unlike the last time with the Seven Stars, this strike not only slew the three saints but destroyed their souls as well. The blade’s aura was fierce and tyrannical, roaring and overwhelming. Even after the slash had passed, the lingering intent filled the air with a suffocating menace.