Volume 1 Chapter 65 Could It Be That I've Actually Fallen for a Fool

Li Kuafu walked to the doorway with his bowl in hand, feeling thoroughly content as he ate his noodles and smoked a cigarette. He realized that if one only knows how to appreciate it, even an ordinary life holds countless moments of happiness.

Streams of golden energy continuously converged toward Takeshi Kaneshiro, swirling around him and making him look like a golden statue.

At this thought, Lin Tiansheng could not help but smile helplessly before walking over to pick up those pieces of precious metal.

Though such a mindset might seem like self-deception, it was also fraught with helplessness, for right now, they had no other choice.

"Why hesitate?" Lin Hongfei's remark piqued Mayor Xu's curiosity. Following that line of thought, Mayor Xu easily pondered further: if they could resolve the issue causing the investors' hesitation, wouldn't that translate into attracting a fair number of investors? And wouldn't all of that count as political achievements?

By this point, aside from absolute defense, Lin Feng had even unleashed his grand lineage's Lord's Fist, yet unfortunately, it still failed to inflict heavy damage on the Black Serpent, driving the creature into a furious rage instead.

The old man chuckled and said, "What is so difficult about that? The North Peak is barren and truly has nothing much to see. If the two of you aren't going to enter the temple to pay your respects, where else could you possibly go? Could you really be looking for a bed to sleep in?" With that, he burst into hearty laughter once again.

Xiao Wen's brow furrowed instantly. To be honest, he was unwilling to believe his own deduction.

By now, Jiang Feifei had already helped Jiang Zifang to his feet. Although Jiang Zifang was covered in blood, Li Kuafu could tell that his injuries were not severe—far less impactful than Chang'e's. It seemed the Pantheon Alliance had previously concentrated all their offensive might entirely upon Chang'e.

The blue electric arc within the crossbow groove first constricted, then burst forth with a "whoosh," transforming into a blue thunderbird that descended with lightning speed upon a monk bearing a golden physique.

"Come!" Besides being a martial arts master, the veteran boxer was also a businessman, well-versed in such banquet pleasantries, and toasted everyone until their glasses were empty.

Hai Wuying looked with a helpless smile at Feng Baobao, who had fallen asleep right in his arms. After bidding farewell to Zhang Chulan and Xu San, he accompanied Feng Baobao off to sleep.

With the yin energy being this heavy and the grievance this potent here, the birth of a Ghost King was practically a certainty. Who knows, if things went further, even a Ghost Emperor might possibly emerge.

While those people were still dumbfounded, Yunxu had already vaulted into the air and escaped into the nearby woods. Especially now at the second layer of Qi Refining, leaping a hundred paces was no problem at all, allowing him to shake off his pursuers in a flash.

The worm suddenly widened its mouth, revealing a row of razor-sharp teeth. Yet the moment it bit down, it inexplicably jammed. Unreconciled, it snapped its jaws a few more times, growing increasingly frantic.

It was not until the large-scale military mobilization northward began that many nearby residents sensed something was amiss. Only then did the second, true wave of fermentation erupt. And judging by the various intelligence analyses transmitted from abroad, the terrifying events depicted in movies were actually happening on Earth.

A white wolf, standing about five meters tall, was lowering its head to gaze at him. The beast bared its fangs, revealing sharp teeth and a crimson tongue, its eyes gleaming with a pale blue light. Its breath lacked any foul odor, yet radiated intense heat.

The muscular giant merely gave a casual sweep of his hand forward, and hundreds of towering buildings in front of him were torn to shreds by a palm-wind resembling a hurricane.

Of course, Hengjin required energy to maintain its state. To sustain that indestructible attribute demanded a substantial amount of energy. Energy came in various forms, the most effective naturally being the vital qi within a cultivator's body, followed by the spiritual qi contained in spirit stones, and then elemental spiritual qi, such as high-voltage electricity. Wait, did high-voltage electricity count as spiritual qi?

By the time Jin Aotian had cleared away all the giants within a ten-mile radius, night had officially descended.

"True enough." Although Lin Yun tried to consider everything as comprehensively as possible, he was not after all a god with an intelligence stat of twenty, so certain oversights were inevitable.

Even many bloggers who had initially come with the intention of nitpicking were completely conquered by their hamburgers.

In the realm of the mind, however, devoid of Zhang Zhiwei's deterrence and lacking Lu Jin's capability enhancement, the disparity widened instantly.

Yet human emotions are complex and diverse. To Yu Mei, Bai Lanyi was simply the Bai Lanyi she loved, entirely independent of gender.

Cheng Yichun happened to be driving past and saw that the person getting out of the taxi was Bai Lanyi, so he simply followed her inside.

The full name of the militia organization was the Snowy Owl Mobilization Force, and its soldiers answered directly to the Prefect. They were also the remnants of the New Paris Nightclub. At this very moment, this mercenary lackey of the deranged Butterfly Holy Sect finally remembered that his collaborators had fallen into the hands of unknown terrorists, and rushed over to rescue his masters.

He also discovered an excellent method of cultivation: constantly circulating his physical blood and vital energy in his mind at all times, condensing them into the shape of strange blood, and refining it into his physical flesh. The efficiency of strengthening his body this way was remarkable, and he could maintain this practice even while walking.

Martial arts inner vision existed on an entirely different level, specifically referring to the ability to observe the circulation of blood and vital energy within the body, where one could only perceive the meridians. As for changes in the internal organs, one could only sense them vaguely, falling far short of the crystal-clear "sight" Xu Cheng possessed.

Never had he calculated that one fatal miscalculation would be the rising of the wind tonight—specifically, a southeast wind.

A devilish smile appeared on Ming Cheng's handsome, god-like face, cold and utterly devoid of warmth.

Though her features were indistinct, one could clearly feel the warm smile that ought to have graced that face.

Hearing that I had beheaded his subordinate Zhang Hu and was even leading troops to seize his territory of Chaling to secure a connection with Changsha, Huang Zu appointed Su Fei as the grand general, with Chen Jiu and Deng Long as vanguards, mobilizing his entire army to meet us in battle.

Just as the burly man was about to reach Su Fei, a cold grunt suddenly echoed, and Zheng Rui made his move.

A merchant was holding his child by the hand, watching as the child gazed timidly at the perilous heavenly ladder, simply too terrified to take a single step forward.

The two assistants, whose bodies were entirely governed by desire, took the brunt of it. Swept gently by the silver ring, they exploded instantly into clouds of crimson blood mist! Having passed through their bodies, the silver ring did not vanish, but continued to expand outward.

The last to arrive was Jinse. Awakened from her sleep and still clueless about what had happened, she had merely heard that something was amiss and came to check, never expecting to find Furue lying dead with her eyes wide open in this courtyard, alongside a terrified Hua Shangxue.

Her father Luo Chehan's coffin was crafted from ancient camphor wood, and with a generous amount of quicklime scattered inside, it possessed excellent waterproof and antiseptic properties.

Not only that, but under the continuous pressure of the youth's palm, the wolf king slowly ceased its struggling until it breathed its last.