Chapter 37

"Master Cai!" Seeing Cai Liyan fall to the ground, dead, Ma Wu's face turned ghastly pale. He let out an involuntary cry. Although he had spent a fortune to hire Cai Liyan, the man was a member of the Western Frontier's Witch Tribe. Now that he was dead, the tribe would surely not let the matter rest and would likely come seeking vengeance.

Thinking that he would likely see Ye Chen's corpse by tomorrow morning, Yin Qian'er pointed at Hoff and scolded him furiously.

Zhou Nian knew that her beauty was far inferior to Ji Ruhua's, and she had guessed a bit of Shui Lianche's intentions; he was likely using her to gauge Ji Ruhua's reaction.

"Fei'er, don't worry. If he can't even manage one lap..." Lin Ya pursed her lips at Ye Chen, her mouth forming the words: "If he can't even manage one lap, how can he satisfy me twice?"

This doubt crossed Xuan Zhan's mind, but it was only a fleeting thought; he had no time to dwell on it now.

At that moment, the situation was dire. Despite the defensive sword techniques of the First Sword Palace, the Barbarian Tribe and the True Martial Palace possessed many formidable warriors, and most of the defensive barriers were torn apart by their hands.

Curses exist in the subconscious, acting as a guide for thought; they can force people to commit irrational acts. Director Qiu's suicide was very likely caused by this.

Zhou Xun's mother charged over, shrieking, kicking and pummeling, a fierce look in her eyes as she glanced repeatedly at the kitchen knife cast aside nearby.

"The most important thing about being alive is to eat. When there is no food, the most important thing is to be full. When there is food, the most important thing is to eat something delicious," Zhu said, looking at Zhao Yufan earnestly.

Qiu Yun inexplicably felt that this scene was touching. She took a photo and updated her Weibo, which she hadn't used for personal posts in a long time.

A capable-looking general under Cao Cao led a thousand men to assist Cao Hong, while on the other side, Cao Ren and Li Tong gradually converged.

Suddenly, a thunderous sound tore through the air above. A streak of colorful light descended from the horizon, and as the shimmer flickered, it revealed a middle-aged cultivator of about thirty.

Zhang Ye put on the brand-new Chunin uniform. It wasn't as unsightly as he had imagined; instead, it possessed a unique air of heroism.

"We'll talk about that later. Now is not the time," Wu Tian said dismissively, waving his hand.

The venom of the Taotie is quite interesting; once poisoned, one develops symptoms of extreme hunger, wanting to devour everything in sight.

The success of this flea-crocodile caused the others to drop their guard, climbing out of the water one after another to surround Lin Mu.

Lin Mu grinned and ignored the battle above. He stopped breaking down ore and began collecting the spheres. These condensations of special origin power were very useful; although he hadn't yet figured out how to apply them, there was no harm in keeping them.

Moreover, in this apocalyptic world, one had to face endless dangers. Combat inevitably led to injury. Ordinary wounds were fine, and even if they couldn't be healed, Lin Mu could be asked for help, but if a limb were lost, there was nothing Lin Mu could do.

"Very well, this time your father will help you, but you must also work hard to win that girl over as soon as possible!" Jiang Taishan weighed the pros and cons and finally decided to assist his son.

Song Tianji didn't know how the Heavenly Secret Sect had come or what they were looking for in the ancient tomb. He only hoped to find more treasures of the ancient gods. Every additional item would increase his own strength, and it seemed the Heavenly Dao was also trying its best to help him improve.

Seeing the four of them so concerned and caring for him, Qin Tang enjoyed the attention, but he still didn't want them to neglect their own affairs because of him.

A faint blood-red light glimmered in Lei's eyes. That beer-soaked legion commander—who else could it be but Bicart, who had provoked him earlier that day?

Those items were Liu Yansong's spoils of war. Although everyone's eyes showed envy, no one dared to speak up to stop him. After all, Liu Yansong was their benefactor, and given his strength, no one dared to harbor thoughts of seizing them.

A perfectly fine major shareholder, now reduced to working for Qin Tang—Han Yan didn't know whether to consider this her misfortune or her luck.

A tear suddenly appeared in the sky, and a demon army descended. Demons waving fleshy wings routed the local troops and began to slaughter the civilians.

With such health points, although he couldn't hold out for long against plot characters of the world, if the opponents were reincarnators, he could persist for quite a while under the protection of the one-sixth rule.

Da Hei, whose real name was Zhang Yu, was 51 years old. After smuggling himself from the mainland to Hong Kong, he had worked and lived at sea for so long that his skin had turned very dark, which was why his colleagues called him Da Hei. Everything else was as he had said; it seemed he hadn't lied to Feng Yifeng.

The content of a "poison pill plan" often grants existing shareholders certain powers, such as purchasing a certain number of company shares at half price. In this way, if an acquirer wishes to complete a takeover and increase their shareholding ratio, they will face competition and have to pay a higher price.

The vastly different battle situations in the north and south made the players of the Dark Faction cry and laugh, and the same was true for the players of the Light Faction. A certain comrade was still asleep and unaware, and when the first light of dawn rose in the sky, a glow gradually spread through the military tent.

Faking an injury to secure greater rights and justice for himself? Huang Yin didn't think Qin Tang was that kind of person.

"Next time I see people from the Qi family, I will definitely make them pay," those Chen family disciples declared, filled with righteous indignation.

Suddenly, those bursts of blood energy erupted toward the sky, piercing the clouds and heavens to devour the bright red moon.

"Very well, Master." As for those mindless vengeful spirits, this sentient one was even more restrained than Lin Xiao was toward them.

"No matter how difficult it is, we must do it, because we have no way back!" Kalan's resolute words stifled the monkey's complaints in his heart.

Zhao Yuan's office was some distance from the photo exhibition; he had to cross a long corridor and turn past a row of classrooms before reaching it.

As for the flags of the reversal formation, he couldn't be bothered to collect them; once the spiritual source outside was taken away by Ao Bafang, the flags would automatically fail.

The heavy, imposing pressure instantly locked down the energy around Ye Fantian. A single palm strike would be enough to tear him apart in an instant.

The four imperial clans could no longer restrain themselves at this moment. These mysterious places from ancient legends held immense opportunities; if they could be the first to obtain them, they would surely stay a step ahead of others.