Chapter 63

Although his hands were as pitch-black as his face, they were remarkably slender and well-proportioned, possessing distinct knuckles. Had they been fairer in complexion, they would undoubtedly have been a pair of very attractive hands.

Seizing this rare opportunity, everyone did not stand on ceremony and ordered to their heart's content, with the price of the red wine even exceeding one hundred thousand.

To be fair, the elder's remark provided him with a graceful way out. He had intended to teach Bailong a lesson anyway, and stepping into the fray now fulfilled that desire.

It must be said that at this very moment, Lee Yalin and Hestia found their thought processes unexpectedly aligned. Their minds arrived at the exact same conclusion: they both felt that the members of the Loki Familia were harboring malicious intentions.

As these powerful the dead awakened, the aura of death in the firmament grew increasingly dense, gathering into massive quantities that resembled pitch-black stars across the sky.

The Tentacled Goblin Chieftain possessed a massive physique and absolute strength, yet its speed showed not the slightest sign of lagging. This sudden realization stirred a trace of worry within me, but my sword was already swung, and there was no turning back.

This was hardly surprising; had he not faced absolute catastrophe, how would he have ever resorted to taking a spaceship to this planet?

"Can anyone who walks this path and reaches such a position truly be entirely innocent? It is simply a matter of whether they leave us evidence or whether we managed to find it. In any case, you should keep your distance from him and avoid getting too close," Zhang Xiaoyun warned.

They could only wait and watch how the situation unfolded. No matter what, patience was of the utmost importance. Besides, since Xinxin had not yet departed from Shenquan County, there was no need to rush. Why be in such a hurry?

A powerful cultivator stared vigilantly at Bailong! By now, they had already witnessed Bailong's formidable might. Yet, try as they might and rack their brains as they did, they could not figure out who this person actually was.

In the middle of it all, Sing attempted to secretly pocket some money to take with him, only to be spotted by the bodyguards, creating quite a few comical scenes that elicited another wave of laughter from the audience in the cinema.

After all, many sacred grounds possessed cave-heaven immortal artifacts to varying degrees. Since a single cave-heaven artifact could accommodate a large number of people, those carrying the artifact simply needed to board the warship.

If Mo Wen hadn't been harboring such strong desires for Yang Dami, he might not have offered such an opportunity to your artist.

Moreover, the plan only went as far as luring away the prison guards. Who could be confident of successfully escaping with their lives? In the end, everyone settled on Tang Yun as this fortunate target, because the survival-oriented ability he had experimented with was the [Iron Body] crystal, backed by ancient martial arts for self-protection.

Furthermore, even if they shouted out, those golden lotuses and merit waters would never respond, nor could they possibly distinguish which offerings were meant as congratulatory gifts and which were meant as admission tickets.

Tang Yun's hearing was exceptionally acute. Amidst the panic of the security personnel in the control room, he caught snippets of phrases like "Cafeteria Number One," "Five infiltrating enemies," and "Already eliminated," which instantly plunged his mood back into a heavy gloom.

As she looked at Li Ming lying on the bed, she suddenly wondered how she had managed to summon such immense strength. How was it that she had carried Li Ming to the bed without feeling any strain at all?

"What do you want to say? That Chen Fei came to stir up trouble? I recall that you and Chen Fei used to be quite friendly," Xiao Qian asked indifferently, sitting in her office chair.

Seeing Bailong's surprise attack succeed, Hua Hu signaled Lei Xiao to retreat. The two of them led the elite cavalry fighting as they fell back. With the city gates wide open, defending troops sallied forth from the city to provide reinforcements. Iron Leaf, acting as the temporary commander of the barbarian forces, flew into a rage and ordered the barbarians to desperately entangle the elite cavalry, vowing to drag them down and kill them outside the city walls.

This multi-linear narrative shooting technique not only astonished industry insiders but also left ordinary viewers feeling deeply refreshed.

Given her personality, it would have been utterly impossible for her to tolerate the existence of someone like Lin Biqi, even if it were merely for show.

When Gu Lang arrived, Huo Jingzun was sitting on the balcony with a plastic bag at his side filled with canned iced beer—the exact same brand they used to drink.

Most of the people coming from the village were honest, hardworking fellows. Even if there were a few sharp-eyed ones among them, they wouldn't dare pull any tricks at a time like this; at most, they would just observe a little more.

"Very well." Of course, doing so meant it would be at a disadvantage. But any sprite, even one taking the form of a mere infant, had lived for hundreds or thousands of years. They might look cute and innocent, but how could any of them be foolish?

"Boss, you're going to frighten her," Ning Can broke out in a cold sweat. The boss's tactic was a bit too ruthless.

Hearing Ye Mohong's words, Su Jiuge was momentarily stunned, and the gaze she cast toward him was filled with utter disbelief.

Yesterday, she had been worrying about credit points, but today she had no such concerns, browsing the network with increasing casualness and looking at whatever caught her fancy. Somehow, she eventually stumbled into a chat room.

After listening to Mu Yunlan recount the general sequence of events, Chu Qian cast a half-smiling glance in her direction without saying much, then shifted his gaze toward Han Shuo and Han Qin, his calm voice sounding out.

Shen Jiaming's low chuckle successfully interrupted Su Zhinian, leaving the latter temporarily at a loss for words.

The hour was getting late. Niuhuang had a Qixi Festival date arranged with Xiao Erfan, and since her hands-on tasks were mostly wrapped up, it was time.

The lights were on at the entrance of the staff dormitory. Just as Xia Jian's car pulled up to the gate, the on-duty security guard hurried out, looking as though they hadn't even gone to sleep yet.

"Sigh, is there an internet cafe nearby?" Liu Xinghao abruptly blurted out, lowering his wine bottle as he gazed expectantly toward Lu Dafeng.

Situ Xuanyin felt the long sword in his grip about to be swept away by a surging, righteous momentum, and he hurriedly drove his internal energy to the absolute limit to resist. Regrettably, the web of his thumb still went numb, and the vibrating sword was torn from his grip, flying off into the distance.

Lord Jiang? I frantically searched my mind through all officials holding even a minor post in the netherworld with the surname Jiang, and there were nearly ten spirits matching the description.

Hearing this, Luo Yi's delicate face flushed slightly, and she lowered her head to drink the soup in her bowl. Xia Jian glanced at her and almost laughed out loud again.

Not to mention that when the Xiao family faced annihilation, he used his formidable strength to eliminate threats, ensuring that when the family was passed down to Xiao Yunfei, it still possessed a sufficiently deep foundation.

This was no alarmist talk; as his strength grew and his interactions with Ding Jingshan deepened, he increasingly sensed that the might of the Sky Island was likely no less than that of the Seven Kills Tower or even the Dragon Hidden Sect.