Chapter 150: Miracles Throughout the City

"Tony, you came just in time. I plan to charge into the enemy's rear, and I need you to cover me." Having one more person like Tony would greatly reduce his burden.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Afraid of seeing someone?" Li Yuan asked in confusion. Surely he hadn't reached the point where everyone found him repulsive.

Li San's face turned ashen. Subconsciously, he glanced toward Huo Zheng's private box, only to find the lights within it turned off and the room completely empty.

"How could I possibly oppose you..." He Xitang almost blurted out what was truly on his mind, but managed to swallow the words just in time.

As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed the Big-Breasted Sister's smile freeze for a fraction of a second before turning into a sneer—a sneer laden with the vicissitudes of a cold and heartless world.

"Sir, I have a doubt that I cannot resolve. May I dare ask if you could enlighten me?" Li Chengqian stood up and cupped his hands.

Ji Tiantian had originally assumed it was her father who had forgotten his keys, but upon opening the door, she never expected to find Lu Baisheng standing on her doorstep.

Fang Zheng frowned deeply. He could not understand how Lord Jue could still be so brazen under such circumstances. It was not hard to discern the implication behind Lord Jue's words—he was actually still suspecting Ji Tiantian.

"Uh... don't come in just yet!" Knowing that Ouyang Shishi was still dressing, Zuo Feibai blurted out quickly.

The police had taken away the surveillance footage after downloading it. Hou Liang checked the video once more, and at a glance, he spotted Li Dayong leading a group of men. Among them, someone was being dragged inside, appearing to be heavily intoxicated.

The entire marshland seemed vast, stretching endlessly beyond the horizon. Towering, dense trees, entwined with various vines, almost completely blocked out the sky above.

All of this was naturally the masterpiece of the golden cat. With the system's aid via Nangong Rong's puppet, she successfully expanded her spellcasting range. Although those spells were one-time use, they were still better than nothing and yielded remarkable effects.

"Hmph, you still dare to resist? Get down there!" The voice within the dark clouds sounded somewhat exasperated.

Undoubtedly, the enticing prospect painted by the Commander greatly stimulated Wu Ming. Therefore, upon accepting the task, he formulated a meticulous recruitment plan targeting Chen An.

As a mere attendant, Nangong Rong had no idea where he had been brought; he only needed to know that this was the teleportation array room deep within the Tree of Life. Moreover, unlike before, there was no one guarding the room to welcome him; instead, the area outside was noisy and bustling with activity.

In the evening, Liang Ziyang and Tian Ye arrived at JJ Bar. The moment they stepped inside, Jiang Jiangbao rushed out from behind the counter and shouted loudly, "Brother-in-law, you're here!"

Thanks to this, everyone shifted their attention away from the face-changing master Miserable and onto Angelot, thereby preventing a certain elderly lady from throwing a tantrum on the spot.

"It's still a hundred times better than you, you shameless old man, walking out with three scratch marks on your face left by goodness knows which woman!" Chu Chouli was already feeling vexed, and upon hearing Lü Houde's sarcasm, the anger in his heart could finally be contained no longer. He opened his mouth and lashed out at Lü Houde.

The air was thick with murderous intent, as if invisible sparks were crackling in the space, and the temperature inside the bedroom instantly plummeted.

"Mister, mister, since I helped you win a wife, shouldn't you offer some reward?" Beibei blinked her watery, limpid eyes and said.

Therefore, for the gods, the mortal realm was their primary source of faith, while the Celestials in the heavenly realm were merely an incidental bonus. If the churches in the mortal realm were to be entirely wiped out, the faith provided by the Celestials living in the divine kingdom would serve as the ultimate guarantee for the deities to maintain their divine status.

The next day was the resource auction. Duan Qiu purchased some special plant seeds; these seeds possessed extremely strong viability and were exceptionally well-suited for use during an escape.

The tone of the zither was both pure and rich: as soft as winter sunlight, glistening and warm, yet serene and tranquil. It was as cold and clear as steel beads scattering across an icy surface, every single note distinct and piercing to the bone. It was as fierce as a roaring deep sea, stirring the lungs and shaking the soul. It was as profound as the dark of night, where sound was akin to silence, harboring an infinite, boundless power reaching toward the heavens.

He was about to sneer at Wu Fan, but Wu Fan didn't even bother to glance at Qian Gong. Wu Fan's Heavenly Martial Divine Blade shot forth like lightning, piercing straight through Zhong Gong's chest. Zhong Gong let out a miserable shriek as his towering Asura body collapsed downward. As he fell, his physical form was shattered into a bloody mist of flesh—a scene so gruesome it was too horrible to witness.

Although Wu Fan felt deeply displeased inside, he could not show it on his face. He lowered his head and said, "Yes, yes!" appearing utterly docile and submissive.

In fact, he had guessed wrong. Zheng Xueyi had no idea they were going to renege on the agreement and hadn't sent anyone at all.

"Brother, you are simply too amazing. That performance just now was mind-blowing." Liu Ye looked at him as if he were an extraterrestrial being, chattering excitedly.

"What is this? Backing dancers?" The audience watched this scene in astonishment, subconsciously assuming it had been arranged by the organizers.

"What an idiot." Rong Long was no saint; over the years, his methods had been ruthless, and countless people had died at his hands. Having no other choice, Shang Jingtian could only draw the soft sword at his waist and fight shoulder to shoulder with Xia Yaorong.

From the very moment you pick up the embroidery needle, what you must pay is endless sweat and patience.