Chapter 70: Invitation from the Aberrant

Wen Li sat on the edge of the bed, thinking that since the bedroom was quite large, making a makeshift bed on the floor was entirely feasible.

Lin Zheng summoned his black panther to keep Wen Li company.

"I'm going downstairs to get some food. What do you need?" Lin Zheng asked, standing at the doorway.

Wen Li thought for a moment and asked for two green-apple-flavored nutrient solutions.

In the future world of advanced technology, convenient and efficient nutrient solutions had become the primary choice for meals. Wen Li loved the fruit here very much, because compared to the world before her transmigration—

"Senior Brother Nalan, this is Xiao Ling, the husband of Yun'er and me. Husband, this is my Third Senior Brother, Nalan Huayu!" Shangguan Yunxi began to introduce.

To bolster his courage and make himself appear utterly unafraid of him, he began to arrogantly provoke Li Zimu outside the door, even walking behind the door to mock him loudly, triumphantly brandishing the keys in his hand.

Zhao Hu stepped forward, picked up the leather bag in his hand, smiled back at the chubby man, and immediately handed the bag over to Du Lengding. This thing had to be handed over sooner or-later anyway, and carrying it around himself was just a burden.

Seeing Bei Ningxuang charge forward empty-handed, Xiao Ling also put away the Duanchen Sword, engaging her in a fierce, bare-handed battle just the same.

If Yaohua did not want to carry two lanterns himself, giving the rabbit lantern in his hand to Rong Jin—though the lantern was neither bought by himself nor crafted with his own hands—nevertheless represented a reciprocal gesture, accepting Rong Jin's heartfelt sentiment.

The slaves bore the weight of grueling labor, while these cultists, armed with broadswords and long whips, would lash out at anyone who failed to work diligently.

Li Zimu brandished his longsword and strode toward Chen Yu. Chen Yu had long since been aware of the tremendous commotion earlier, and before he could make his escape, he was swarmed and captured alive by the surging crowd of soldiers.

It was only at this moment that Zhao Hu felt a lingering wave of fear. Fortunately, the two of them had been singing all the way; otherwise, they truly might have been blown to the bottom of the water by these fellows.

However, within this vast courtyard of the Sun family, the hundreds of Sun family members all around, as well as the hundreds of people who had come with the Sea King and the others, heard every single word with utmost clarity.

"The Demon-Subduing Sword possesses the divine power to deter demons and spirits. Originally a divine sword of the celestial realm, it later plummeted to the mortal world and was obtained by the founding master of Mount Shu, thus establishing the Mount Shu Immortal Sword Sect..." Another elderly Daoist priest sighed with deep emotion, his expression filled with profound melancholy.

Cheng Yihai's complexion turned paler and paler. The desire to die was so intense; he knew what He Yunjia said was no falsehood. When the toxins flared up, he truly would resort to such actions just to beg them.

Because her thoughts were entirely consumed by Yiyi and Li Yuntao, she had also forgotten that she was currently at a hospital and what kind of reaction getting out of a luxury car would cause.

This was a youth of eighteen or nineteen years old, his brows bearing a striking resemblance to Dugu Yifang. Dressed in grayish-white brocade robes and wearing a renowned sword at his waist, he carried an air of poised elegance and pride in his eyes.

The censor-in-chief uttered so many words in one breath that his mouth felt dry and parched. Unfortunately, there was no water for him to drink now, so he continued to question Meng De.

"The Dao of vertical and horizontal strategies is inherently extremely adaptable; you can study whatever you wish. Comprehension is a matter of finesse, not something that can be achieved through brute force. Go ahead, I will speak to her on your behalf." Master Qingxiao was not surprised at all, as if she had long known that I would run about for Granny.

"Look, I knew you'd make that face, so aren't I doing you a favor by refusing on your behalf?" Lu Yingxue said with a straight face.

"It's huge, isn't it?" Tiger Cloud crossed his arms with a proud expression. He seemed to be reveling in the glory of the tribe brought about by the fruits of his father's desperate, life-risking adventure.

The scrap of paper bore a few words written in blood, seemingly penned in haste; the handwriting was scrawled and impossible to decipher without close inspection.

"Alright, We know what you mean!" Zhu Youjian said with annoyance. What did it mean to act with reckless arrogance? This was the very definition of it.

Ding Yuan walked onto the stage and announced, "Lü Bu wins!" The entire arena erupted in a sensation, and Pang Tong wept tears of joy, clapping so hard his hands turned red.