Volume 1, Chapter 68: Tearing Apart Royalty with My Bare Hands, I Am Dead Serious

"Next up, from the dance group, trainees Hou Lang, Jiang Bohan, Qiao Yulin, Chen Yufan, and Zhou Zimo will bring us the stage performance—"Signal"!"

Jiang Xue quickly asked, as they had ventured out from their family estate to seek medicine and indeed had not brought that much money with them.

[I suddenly feel... this world is starting to get a little interesting.] Guan Guan could not help but curl the corners of her mouth.

I honestly couldn't figure out why fatty Dong would bring me to a place like this. What kind of fun was there to be found here?

When Li Feng went outside, he indeed saw the villagers all holding torches, among them many familiar faces he had met in passing. At the very front, he saw Cheng'er holding his grandmother's hand, and outside the courtyard, there were only people and torches.

"Scoundrel, the enemy has already fought their way into the governor's mansion, and you still want to surrender? We have nowhere left to run, would you not feel any shame if we negotiated peace now? Go to hell!" After saying this, Su Jia directly slashed and severed his neck with a single blade.

Yang Cheng was extremely confident. In fact, he was really looking forward to what kind of championship celebration Manchester United would pull off. Zhou Tiancheng had always kept it a secret, and there had been no signs of anything from the club either. He had actually been guessing all along whether they would throw a massive event after the season ended.

Lu Tu's body was pressed down ruthlessly by those bloody arms! One of the arms attempted to drag his soul out of his body, but how could it be that easy?

Seeing Old Man Liu, Fatty Dong and I didn't have much of a reaction. After all, the old man had always been like that—the type who could scare ghosts to death without batting an eye.

Yin Ruojun frowned. The education he had received did not allow him to do something so lacking in poise. Peng Yu squatted at the doorway, slurping down a bowl of rice, giving off a strong resemblance to a peasant farmer devouring steamed buns out in the fields.

So much so that I even forgot to take precautions. It wasn't until afterward, when I watched her pick up a cup to pour water and take medicine, that it dawned on me retrospectively.

However, against these people from the Blood Demon Sect, they still had a high degree of confidence. At the very worst, they could fight their way out and escape.

This matter could not be ignored, but trying to calculate money with that old miser Zhang Boqin wasn't even worth the wasted saliva.

With that, he walked over to Brother Bei's side, picked up the gun, tucked it into his own waistband, and glanced at Liu Qingshi and Huang Jiu.

Seeing this situation, He Honggang desperately wanted to slip away, but the opponent had blocked all his retreat paths, leaving him nowhere to run. In an instant, he made up his mind: ignoring Chen Younian's attack, he locked his target directly onto Su Cheng'en. Su Cheng'en's strength was relatively weak, and breaking through from his side would offer a very good chance.

"No, you're not dreaming. You must be unconscious, and your current state is very strange. The connection with us is gradually weakening..." As she spoke, Sheng Qingru's features began to blur, as if she might vanish at any moment.

The second possibility is that the lucky person who refined the Yin spirit's soul essence did so all the way to the end in the realm of Ying Yansitan, and then controlled the town-temple stele to sink into the ground, which was when this scene occurred.

Hanging up the phone, Ling Che turned the steering wheel into a street, drove for a hundred meters, pulled over to the side of the road, and walked into a cafe on the street corner.

The Wang family was different from other noble families. Wang Yun had some past acquaintance with Zhao Qing, and Diaochan also originally came from the Wang family, so Zhao Qing still felt the need to ask.

The next moment, that streak of black smoke flashed rapidly, vanishing into the bizarre stone statue inside the Earth God Temple in the blink of an eye.

The Eight Guardian Divine Generals flew out from Liansheng's body once again, each wielding their own dharma treasures. Using the exact same tactic they had used to surround and attack Yao Xi, they beat King Ji until he could hardly hold his ground. Fortunately, he was wearing a suit of heavy armor; otherwise, missing arms or legs would have been inevitable.

"You... you're getting a bit too close." Selesa faced forward, and as the saddle bounced, Fider's chest brushed against Selesa's back several times.