Chapter 38: Pretending to Be a Fool Can Be a Good Thing, Too

The second one is more troublesome, as the Prince has just played the part of Nobita Nobi, and one can hardly expect the other party to blush and splash a bit of bathwater to let it slide like Shizuka would.

"I don't know about her; she said to take her to the hospital for a few days to stay and get some IV drips," the eldest sister's father-in-law said, his face full of helplessness as he "puffed away" on his cigarette.

However, to their surprise, even though they already held Mu Yunfeng in high regard, they were still far from grasping his true stature.

An assassination attempt on a foreign leader at the airport caused the patrolling police cars nearby to swarm the area in a frenzy. Several officers seemed intent on approaching Tihaka to inquire about the situation, but they never expected the surrounding guards to instantly level their weapons at them.

This layer of purple mist was expelled from the Beedrill's body by its own venom, which speaks volumes about the penetrative strength of the Arbok’s potent toxin.

As for the remaining items, along with the previously acquired space bracelet, they were all stored in another bracelet worn on his right wrist.

Giggles emanated from the empty ground. It was unclear if it understood or if... he still couldn't grasp the thought process of this Litwick, but fortunately, as long as the Mismagius was watching, it remained well-behaved.

Sensing the crisis, the Wood Kin fought back desperately, frantically waving their front branches while spewing large globs of acidic liquid.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, the bullet striking the ground between the feet of the burly man closest to Nangong Qifang. The man retreated several steps in terror, glaring fiercely at Chu Han.

"Wow..." Chu Han and Nangong Qifang exclaimed in unison after hearing Chen Yafei’s words, their eyes wide with astonishment as they looked at her.

"It’s fine, I can earn more spirit stones. Besides, it’s only a mere 600,000 spirit stones; it’s not expensive." A man who has seen 30 million spirit stones is different; his tone was light and nonchalant, completely indifferent—which was truly how Ding San-yang felt.

Luo Yang was naturally watching. Clad in an exquisite black gown that draped over her alluring, mature frame, her entrance into the gymnasium sparked a wave of exclamations. Ning Yaqing, twenty-four and in the prime of her youth, looked as radiant as a ripe red apple.

Hearing this, the two Ghost Venerables, Wang Po, revealed a look of longing in their eyes. As warriors directly under the jurisdiction of the Senluo Yin Division of the Reincarnation Realm, they hoped that one day they, too, could become as powerful as the lords who guarded and suppressed these eighteen levels of hell.

Seizing a fleeting opportunity, Zhuo Shiyan capitalized on the split-second gap in Xiao Junguang’s counterattack. With a single strike, she slammed a seal into his chest, shattering his protective spiritual armor and sending him flying backward, spitting blood.

"Is it that urgent?" Zhang Yao was stunned. This excuse was truly pathetic. If it were really about the theme song, why not call Fu Haiquan as well? Moreover, she had grabbed his hand directly; anyone with eyes could see something was wrong. Zhang Yao glanced at Nuolan and Baby, feeling a bit guilty.

The scene was bustling with activity. The Wind and Thunder Sect and the Vajra Sect had officially severed ties. As two top-tier sects engaged in battle, onlookers retreated. On the sect mission board, rewards for their heads were hung high.

"Damn! This brat is too lucky, isn't he?!" Before Chu Han could speak, Nangong Tianyi, who had been glued to the phone listening to Chen Yafei, suddenly shouted.

Chu Han cleared his throat, intending to speak, when he suddenly saw Lian Sihai wave at him, signaling him to remain silent. Chu Han paused, nodded obediently, and kept his mouth shut.

"Is that so? Then Sect Leader Bai must be being too kind to me. I don’t believe we’ve ever met before, have we?" Liu Chuan said with a grin.

Wang Chongyang sighed inwardly, surprised that Hu Xian'er didn't believe his idea. It seemed he would have to resolve this himself; he wondered if there were any other powerful artifacts left in the Panlong Ring.

Having come to his senses, he did not answer the question Zhao Yun had raised, but instead broke free from Zhao Yun’s grip, knelt on the ground, and thanked him repeatedly.

After three days of travel, Liu Chuan arrived safely in Yun City. During these three days, he had consulted with Dugu Ming about how Dugu Ming would help him if he were to truly clash with the other party's elders.

Bai Xuan didn't have the heart to reply this time, but his intense heartbeat seemed to tell him clearly—perhaps his feelings for Xie Shurong were far deeper than he had imagined.

Thinking of the 492,430 taels of gold left in his WeChat balance, Zheng Feng did not hesitate to click confirm, and the immortal elixir for upgrading his weapon appeared in his hand.

"Old physician, my lord has been severely injured. As a renowned doctor, why are you unwilling to treat him? If it is a matter of money, you have no need to worry. Once my lord is healed, I will certainly reward you handsomely. To show my sincerity, please take this money first."

Xing Conglian walked over to Lin Chen and crouched down, looking at the orange cat curled into a ball, clicking his tongue in admiration, so happy he didn't know what to say.

Poor leg—every time he got excited, he’d give it a slap. With such force, it must be bruised by now, right?

"Queen Bee, I can't worry about that anymore. I cannot just stand by and watch my master be surrounded by them like this! I'm sorry, I'm not leaving!" Liu Chuan said with great determination.