Chapter 43

If it were you, you wretched woman, I would definitely not let you go. My hands were clenched tightly, and my gaze was filled with hatred.

"Based solely on your current strength, you still need at least a few years of cultivation to pass this first trial. You must be very anxious, right?" Green Snake maintained a distance of five paces from the three members of Yanji City as she spoke.

Having entered the "Undying Body" and the "Union of Man and Coffin," every single strike from Zhang Ling could erupt with power at the level of a lower-tier Martial Spirit God. Therefore, dealing with Muhai was now completely effortless for him, one might even say a piece of cake.

Aunt Fang wasn't very good at cooking; her food tended to be on the bland side, which was sheer torture for someone like me who couldn't live without spicy food.

"It's not bad luck, it's exceptionally terrible luck. I clearly altered your landing spot quite a bit, yet you still managed to crash directly onto this Iron-Bristled Wolf with a hundred percent accuracy." Old Fu followed closely behind Zhang Ling, complaining as he walked.

Regarding the bet between Long Pingfan and Shangguan Wan'er, everyone had actually started placing their wagers long ago. Thus, Dai Feihai's shouting did not seem inappropriate at all. More importantly, given Dai Feihai's prominent status, who would dare to disobey him?

Along this sloping terrain, every night countless clouds would gather overhead to form a gigantic, funnel-shaped vortex.

"So annoying, I hate you! If I'd known, I wouldn't have chosen to be in the same class as you." Yaya gave my waist a fierce twist.

Especially for Li Qiao, what did fifty demonic talisman seeds mean? To others, it might simply mean consuming more time on the journey to the Nether Mansion, but to him, it was a genuine and tremendous opportunity to elevate himself.

I also sought out members of the Zhuge family, but they claimed you were the one who killed Zhuge Jie, and they swore to avenge him.

Inside the First-Line Gorge, the Sky Wolf soldiers advanced all the way with trembling steps and pounding hearts. At the slightest hint of movement, they would be seized with terror and gripped by fear.

Not husband and wife—those four heavy words hammered against Yu Baihui's heart. Qiao Wan, why are you so foolish, so naive? You are suffering inside, but where is the man you call your husband now?

Long Wu felt as though his speed could rival light and electricity—covering ten thousand miles in a flash, and reaching a space permeated with darkness in the blink of an eye.

I heard that Qin Yu was the earliest one to be accepted as a disciple, yet he only asked to be called the third disciple. He truly is an eccentric.

After consuming who knows how much chili pepper, Leng Mingzhao finally realized that Youran was teasing him, but why?

The setting sun completely vanished below the horizon, and the flow of tourists along the Great Wall thinned out considerably. Only then did Zhao Mingming put away the broken items in front of him, smiling as he tapped the can of Red Bull in his hand.

The man looked silently at Mo Niang. If he had any strength left, he would have wished to end his own life. He did not want to walk out of this City Lord's Mansion; he only wanted his companions to consider him already dead.

"Zhuo Lie, continue investigating the route Zhou Heng took home. Since the murderer appeared, there must be clues." Huang Yunyu looked at him with a resolute gaze.

At this moment, Shu Xin looked somewhat disheveled. A lock of hair behind her ear had come loose, falling across her brow and eyes, yet it failed to obscure her stunning beauty. Her eyes were large, bright, limpid, and exceptionally pretty.

Lan Xi simply adored this Aunt Hui. No matter how exquisite the jewelry bestowed by the Empress Dowager was, it could not be exchanged for silver; even if she wore it all over her head, her purse would still remain empty.

This cluster of swords infused with terrifying energy slashed mercilessly toward the immobile, dead-fish-like Iron Fiend.

As for the menacing British main city, we can negotiate with Blood Red and Xu Fei when the time comes and simply hand it over to them to deal with. After all, as the two major factions of Silver Moon City, everyone must shoulder their share of that responsibility.

Saying goodbye with a sincere nod, he quickly retreated, leaving the mistress and servant staring at each other in bewilderment. Whose words were they actually supposed to believe?

"Yes, exactly her. Both my bicycle and my wallet were gifts from her; I must cherish her properly." Ma Qi wore a look of astonishment. He truly had not expected that Tang Long also knew Lu Ailin. He had no desire to discuss the specific circumstances with him; his sole intent was to state the purpose of his visit today.

Yan Sheng raised his head to glance at Su Zhengtian, his eyes shifting slightly as though he had pierced through what Su Zhengtian was thinking. Yet, unable to offer any persuasion, he could only let out a soft sigh.

Billowing smoke rose from every corner of the city, merging seamlessly with the skies, as if the human realm held too much sorrow to contain, forcing it to ascend to the heavens just to pour out its endless grief.

Gu Changfeng pulled out his phone and instinctively asked, "What's in it for me?" Through everyone's conversation, he realized he might not have to die after all, and his spirits instantly revived.

He found himself at the very bottom in terms of wealth, yet felt profoundly wronged because Fan Tong had cuckolded him. All the problems were Fan Tong's fault; initially, he had never thought of harming him, but he never expected that after the Spring Festival last year, Fan Tong would actively invite him to go out to work, planning through this scheme to openly bring Guo Honghong back home as his wife.

Though this disciple was not one he had willingly chosen, he was still a member of the Three-Thought Peak. To have him vanish without a reason left him extremely dissatisfied. Why were the disciples of the other four peaks completely safe and sound?

"The information is limited, and a great deal of it is repetitive because contour lines are closed curves, resulting in a vast number of similar point and line segments. Therefore, the requirement that the angular difference remains within four degrees and the positional deviation within two hundred meters is already exceptionally stringent—one might even call it freakish." Wei Qiankun smiled bitterly.