Chapter 112: The Outcome of the War, Speaking Ill to One's Face
Taking advantage of the black mist’s momentary distraction, Qiao Jia suddenly threw the sack over it! To her surprise, she actually managed to trap a large mass of it inside.
Quickly, she stuffed the sack into her backpack and pulled out another one. The black mist released by the cluster of pollutants upon their death was quite substantial, so she filled several sacks.
Qiao Jia carefully collected the black mist, intending to see if the post-apocalyptic recycling shop could accept it. After all, it was known to recycle a wide variety of items.
Xuan Shi took a few steps back, unable to resist, and with a thud, fell hard onto the ground, landing solidly on his backside.
He Meijiu said, “Before you two got together, he wouldn’t even speak to you. It’s not him who’s changed—it’s your emotions.”
She raised her hand and looked at the thin black strand wrapped around the ring finger of her left hand. Gently placing her left hand over his left hand, finger to finger, the two peculiar rings touched each other—a silent understanding passed between them.
The middle-aged man’s face darkened. He knew her words held truth. Suppressing the anxiety in his heart, he quietly waited nearby.
Although Xuan Shi had never done this before, he was always carefree. Besides, both Luo Juechen and himself were men, and there was no need for precautions between men. So without a second thought, he tore off Luo Juechen’s robe.
“No one would believe that! Then tell me, what kind of flyers did you go to distribute?” Soft Wind pressed, determined to get to the bottom of it.
Qin Qin glanced at her crimson lips with disdain but knew it was more important to find a seat for now.
It still wanted to see if the outside world was truly as its master had said—overrun with divine beasts everywhere.
By the time Lu Huannong arrived at the city gate, what greeted him was a sea of blood and corpses strewn everywhere.
“Beibei, I want to see you and the child. When you have time, bring them here,” Mo Qianshan’s voice had improved considerably.
“Princess, it’s still too early to discuss victory or defeat!” Ron snorted coldly. He detected the contempt in Winona’s tone, even a hint of condescension. It seemed that in this princess’s eyes, Ron’s survival depended on her mercy.
Watching Long Tian’s teasing expression, the Fire Qilin knew Long Tian had deliberately led him to the surface. Yet, despite this knowledge, in order to understand how Long Tian had done it, he resolutely pursued him.
Though the experience bar showed progress to the tenth level, so much time had passed since then that he had barely moved at all! Without close observation, the change was imperceptible.
She didn’t want the scenes from the movie to play out in reality. Sitting on the ground, kicking the air in frustration, her eyes began scanning for a high vantage point—somewhere she could aim her sniper rifle at Liu Ziyun.
Just as Chen Feng entered the martial world, he thought of Dou Dou at the Huashan Sect and couldn’t help but detour there out of longing.
I had been waiting for the host to ask about the training match, and finally, that question came.
The trees along the way were small. Given tonight’s circumstances, they surely wouldn’t withstand my power. If I got an urge later, wouldn’t I end up destroying the whole street?
Zhang Tianyang helplessly scratched his ear. Couldn’t Hu Hu say something more substantial? People who have a grudge against me always say the same thing—when they couldn’t win, they just made threats. Were they all raised by the same parents?
It suddenly dawned on me: this fellow was Li Kong. But after a long look, there seemed to be no other monks in the temple—Li Kong was probably a lone figure.
In the Western Mysterious Domain stood a towering mountain, its slopes shrouded year-round in a green mist that lent an ethereal quality to those who saw it from afar.
Several bodyguards weren’t foolish; they didn’t act immediately but stood hesitantly with looks of grievance on their faces.