Volume 1, Chapter 66: Did You Play Her to Death?

Seeing that Yan Shao had no intention of revealing anything, Jia Xu had to suppress his curiosity and followed closely behind him.

Plan C was simple: the moment they detected the target closing in, they would trigger a self-detonation. A self-detonation only required the push of a button; even if it caused only minimal damage each time, the accumulated effect could very well turn the tide into a victory.

Gu Shiheng would rather believe that Lady Xu was coerced by Shen Changji into committing so many wicked deeds, yet he knew that was impossible.

Fortunately, the ground was covered with half-meter-thick withered leaves, so for the moment, he was only left startled and bewildered.

She did not want to ponder why her rotation was in such a state, knowing only that she kept revolving around this object as if it held infinite mysteries.

Even if they discovered a clue, it was very likely a trap—a massive pit carefully dug for enemies by the Star Demon Royal Family.

That time, Amber had attempted to recover through slumber, meditation, and other methods, but this time she could only offer a helpless, soft apology.

Conversely, if this technology could not be fully mastered, or if the entire thing was a lie, then once battle commenced, the Bright Moon Sorcerers would not be able to unleash their full potential.

According to theories from the Star Wars universe, every dimensional world is dynamic, and the entire known universe belongs to three-dimensional space.

Boss He could only consider himself unlucky; after all, the city was so vast, and if someone truly went into hiding, how could they possibly be found?

The scruffy old man leaped into the air, long since gone into the distance, his voice echoing from afar: "There is no meat to be eaten. Having eaten meat for hundreds of years, it is time for you to change your palate and eat something vegetarian. There are quite a few peach and apricot trees here; you can manage as you see fit." As soon as these words fell, the scruffy old man was completely out of sight.

I checked the time on my phone and it was only 4:35. It was entirely normal for me to spend a little over ten minutes walking here, right?

"It has to be there! It must be there!" Zuo Jun stared quietly at the spirit-testing stone in the tray, chanting silently in his heart.

After passing through several alleys, the man arrived at a ten-meter-wide east-west avenue. Walking another dozens of meters, he stumbled to open the wooden door of a grocery store, blundered inside, and with a creak, pulled the door shut behind him.

Yet, facing those wretched, filthy homeless figures cowering in the corners of the walls, a sudden sense of pity arose within his heart.

After all, had the White Eyebrow Sword Sect not been exposed, they would have entered the city without the slightest suspicion, making it exceedingly difficult for them to ever leave again.

"How is it?" Yu Xuelan asked Su Yang, full of expectation, her face flushed and tinged with a hint of excitement.

Having finished her milk and shifting her gaze back to the bespectacled beauty, the City Lord finally noticed that her deputy wore an expression of wanting to speak yet hesitating, which actually looked quite cute.

Indeed, these things were genuinely fascinating. If one could master them thoroughly, it would truly be a wonderful thing.

Yang Bian covered his ears with both hands and blocked the front with an ice wall, but the sonic wave still shattered the ice shield, piercing straight into Yang Bian's eardrums and brain.

"Lord Jian, this is monkey head mushroom I specially ordered people to transport from Changbai Mountain," Wan Xiong said, pointing to a plate of steamed monkey head mushrooms on the table.

She uttered not a single sound, with only tears welling up in her eyes. Enduring the whole day, she shivered and trembled continuously from the pain during the night.

This created the same events with different endings, and every different ending was enacted by different people.

They all looked in unison toward Yun Fu, and seeing that she was safe and sound, they collectively heaved a sigh of relief.

Having drunk two bowls of water just moments ago, that sensation was even more comfortable than being inside that massive wormhole earlier. She did not want to leave now.

At this moment, she held only a single belief, repeating those four words—"stay strong"—silently in her heart.

Little did she know that these glances and thoughts of hers had long since fallen into the eyes of Pei Mosheng standing beside her.

Luo Zhi picked up her glass and poured beer down her throat cup after cup; right now, she suddenly had a strong urge to drink herself into a stupor.

Glancing around, however, she noticed everyone else wearing expressions waiting for Han Ya to make a fool of herself, and ultimately closed her mouth.

When she crawled, she headed toward the wide road on the right—not only because there was no path on the left and she would have entered a dead end, but even more so because, compared to the "ghost," the human voice she had heard moments ago felt exceptionally comforting.

Qiuchiu glanced at the man lying on the floor with his eyes tightly closed, showing no signs of waking, feeling somewhat apprehensive.

"The same species?" Gu Huaijin let out a soft chuckle. If, as Qiuchiu said, members of the same species ought to help one another, why was he treated with such cruelty when he was still a child—merely a cub from a biological standpoint?

Laura went off to prepare the items according to the list. This witchcraft shop rarely had many visitors; most who came were sorcerers making bulk purchases.

"You wanted the identity of a Dragon Gate disciple so that you could kill me today and take my place? How deep your scheming is!" Wu Yunxiang regretted his actions too late.

Unfortunately, Ling Qianjue did not take her warning to heart, and Ermao, thinking of Mu Yao, immediately went to look for her.

From Duanli Gate to Dacisi Temple was a full four miles, with the entire route cleared and purified. The massive procession attracted tens of thousands of citizens who crowded around to watch, treating the spectacle much like viewing rare animals.

Under the stimulation of wood-type spiritual energy, the Jianshan banyan grew rapidly taller and thicker, sprouting more and more branches and wider and wider leaves, yet it never bloomed. By the time the spiritual energy in a medium-grade wood spirit stone was completely exhausted, the banyan had only managed to grow half as tall as Gedawu's tree. This tree was a bad one—it consumed much and produced little.

Chianai excitedly grabbed Riko's hand; she hadn't expected Riko to actually agree to go to the training camp together. Could it be...?

"We'll leave that for after you return. I think I probably know what is going on..." Zheki said with a smile.

Through Li Shizhen's explanation, Zhong Nan roughly understood the old man's condition, which was akin to late-stage cancer in later generations—essentially beyond the need for treatment.

The middle-aged man's codename was Linghe (Spirit Crane), and he was one of the heads of the entire Jinling branch, proficient in numerous traditional martial arts, with the crane form of Xingyi being his absolute specialty.

Any subsequent brands that approach you will either have a prestige greater than or equal to the first one, or they must come with a hefty budget.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong." Nyaruko's forehead slammed heavily against the tabletop. Did she really need to use that much force?

Two days later, the Wanli Emperor summoned the Jiuzhou Deputy Regional Commander to rush to the capital. It seemed that upon receiving front-line intelligence, Zhu Yijun attached great importance to the matter. Zhong Nan did not delay in the slightest; after arranging military affairs, he immediately set off, arriving in the capital the very next day. He first went to the Ministry of War to report, and then headed to his residence to await the Emperor's summons.