Chapter 128: My Love from the Star Wraps Filming

No one noticed how terrifyingly Nogami Togamiya’s expression became in the shadows at that moment. It was the fierce glint of a bloodthirsty beast.

The moment Old Man Yao and his group stepped beyond the borders of Kaoshan Town, several figures clad in black emerged.

Had there been no accident, had the Shengxie Sword not uncontrollably reached out to touch the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword in Xu Yang’s hand, Xu Yang would have been decapitated by now. It was impossible to call it safe; his death would have been a grave injustice.

Tan Yaohua did not want to explain or defend himself; he knew that at a time like this, any words would be futile.

Although Lu Tianyu and Shangguan Tianlong did not know what she intended to do, they knew her relationship with Hua Liansuo was already poor, so they said nothing.

As a Dao Wheel practitioner, Xiao Tie was already extraordinary. Everything he had forged based on his own power was naturally imbued with his aura, making it equally remarkable.

Mo Ruhai’s vision, and his willingness to sacrifice everything for the Canglan Sect without clinging to power or status, shamed everyone else.

"I don't have to go to the company today. Auntie, why don't I take you out for a stroll later?" Nan Yanshu successfully steered the conversation to another topic.

She shook her head and rotated her neck like a fighter, producing a series of cracking sounds. Then, she cracked her knuckles, the joints emitting the same hair-raising pops. Lu Tianyu truly worried that she might snap her own neck or break her own fingers.

He had not waited in vain. He had always believed that justice would be served and that crooked paths would ultimately lead to hell.

The group gazed out at the wilderness, sighing, unsure of where to go. The wilderness was a sea of green, with various birds rising from time to time, letting out strange, piercing cries. The weather was cloudy, and everything looked grey and oppressive—a stifling weight that made it hard to breathe.

Lin recalled that the moment Liu Tong had been beaten and forced to retreat to his dormitory was precisely when he himself had been burning with rage.

Because the tactic of faking one’s death to infiltrate enemy ranks is common in our military—not to mention others, Xiao Feng himself has faked his death twice.

In Nine-Gate Peerless, the high-damage output build is mainstream, but Lin did not care for it; it was far too fragile. By comparison, the Metal-Earth build offered both survivability and damage—no matter how you looked at it, it seemed the correct choice.

I questioned the others; the sight before us had far exceeded anyone’s expectations. This was no clone base—it was a human slaughterhouse.

After hearing this, Wang Jiaye and Lu Huosheng were initially incredulous, but recalling Yan Le’s past miracles, they felt nothing was impossible and grew filled with anticipation.

However, upon hearing that sound, Xi Yuanjiu and the others grew extremely tense. Xi Yuanjiu told us that this sound signaled the approach of the Wasp Corpse Beasts, subordinates of the Flame Corpse Human.

Hearing this, Lin felt the tone was strange. Could it be...? Suddenly, he felt a sense of stifling congestion.

The tricycle was a typical piece of junk that needed a good beating. Just then, Zhao Xiaochen and his group arrived, along with Boss Ge.

It had considered resisting, but a single glance from Long Shaoyan, coupled with Helan Yao’s increasingly cheerful remark about settling the score for when it had deceived them on the way to Kongsang Mountain, stopped it.

Long Bing contacted Commander Zhong of the J Military Region, who made a phone call to a nearby military sub-district to arrange for their lodging and other necessities.

Mao Leyan said, "This matter is the most uncontrollable, but he isn't actually a bad person. The servant said he was the one who carried me to the bed to rest; I had originally passed out drunk on the floor." Mao Leyan’s memories were slowly returning; she could not recall the specific details, but she could piece together the general events.

The captain frowned. Even with Sun Ning’s explanation, he would be in trouble if he brought the two trucks back with the red cucumbers mixed into the cargo.

In the end, he was just an ordinary person with a bit more nerve, a higher career, and a stronger backing.

Motegi was also in a difficult position; it was hard to fight, and harder to retreat. Sacrificing the pawns to save the king was not the usual way of the Kumamoto people. It was already late afternoon; if they didn't withdraw from the battlefield, he feared the enemy would launch a night raid.

"You haven't told the Third Prince that the Emperor has passed away yet?" No wonder Long Shaoyan kept looking at him earlier, saying he had stolen the Emperor’s robes.

Sure enough, Cao Jie was from Beishui City, and Ji Chang was from Zhanlan City. The two had never met, but at the end of the day, it was Cao Jie’s own fault. The leaders behind him had been signaling him to shut up—this was the primary sponsor of the games, after all—but he had been too busy listening to the insults to notice.

Just then, Old Master Xiao, who was out handling business with his fourteen-year-old son, Xiao Ling, happened to pass by Zhaoxia Mountain, not expecting that the father and son would run into this event.

"Sigh, actually, I know it in my heart," Chai Shu suddenly sighed, and his face seemed to age significantly from that single breath.

This feeling made Yan Yue’s heart ache with congestion. She suddenly thought of an important question: from her initial desire to escape romance to her hope for a monogamous marriage, it had all been her own wishful thinking. She had never considered how Murong Yan felt, nor had they ever communicated about it.

"Don't, no..." The middle-aged man’s nascent soul was mercilessly pulled into the Soul-Capturing Bag. The harrowing screams gradually faded into nothingness. Feng Fan walked to the man’s corpse, removed his storage ring, and immersed his divine sense within, searching carefully.

"Take your claws off!" Yun’er slapped Brother Ye’s hand away. Only then did Brother Ye realize that what he had just grabbed was one of Yun’er’s high, jade-like breasts.

By now, Tang Cheng had not heard Jiarka say another word. Jiarka had simply suspended her staff in mid-air and lay back upon it, much like the descendant of the ‘Ancient Tomb Sect’ written about in a martial arts novel years ago—though, of course, Jiarka was sleeping atop her staff.