138, Confrontation

Felina admitted that her affection for Ou Yuye was entirely one-sided. If Ou Yuye had even the slightest bit of feelings for her, he wouldn't have turned a blind eye when she practically threw herself at him.

Beneath the overwhelming sword momentum, Mao Yuyue was blasted backward, her hands trembling, the webbing between her thumbs and forefingers torn open, staining the Grim Reaper's scythe with fresh blood.

To everyone's utter astonishment, when the saw blade came close to the Iron-Spine Lobster's shell, dazzling sparks actually erupted.

Fortunately, Chen Yusheng never wasted time on useless thoughts or idle talk. The moment he saw the situation change, he instantly adapted and seized the opportunity. He suddenly sprang to his feet, hoisted a burlap sack, and charged forward with all his might.

If the grandmaster who created the True Soil Condensing Qi Art were still alive and knew that practicing this technique resulted in such agonizingly slow progress, it would be a miracle if he didn't beat Chen San to death.

Back when Ji Ke first started treating her with abnormal kindness, Yu Tian initially thought he was plotting some grand scheme to mess with her.

Eliza was not inherently unsupportive of men; rather, the prolonged waiting had worn away much of her patience. All of this stemmed solely from the promise made when she and this man first met.

"These two came here with two objectives: first, to investigate something, and second, regarding the Lord of the City's Mansion. If things continue to develop this way, it will be disadvantageous for us," Wine Sword Immortal said with a furrowed brow.

The reason was simple: to achieve that effect, one had to find a chef with an even higher reputation than Qian Chen.

"Good to know." Ji Ke glanced at the broadsword before shifting his gaze back to Yu Tian.

"That can't be right. Master had a really tough time dealing with that animat-stage spiritual beast just now, but the moment you arrived, you drove it away. I think you're actually stronger than my master," Zhou Chuoning's tone carried a faint undertone of questioning.

Lu Nan jumped out of bed and began getting dressed. Yu Yan didn't bother to avoid suspicion either; she cheerfully walked over to fold the quilt and opened the window to let in some fresh air.

The space right where the Jade-Guised Evil Monarch had been standing was now forcibly torn apart, revealing a pitch-black, bottomless void.

"If I told you that we actually knew each other long ago, would you believe me?" Jiang Yuyuan was amused by Li Kuafu's words, feeling much more relaxed. She was no longer as lost, and her tone became much warmer.

Jin Yuan ignored Tang Yanan's spoiled complaints. Even though they had been wild just last night, as the saying goes, youth is capital. Up until now, the football world still referred to Jin Yuan simply as a "rising star."

"Today, you and I have become bandits out of sheer necessity, but surely you don't intend to be outlaws for a lifetime, do you? Petty thieves are executed, while those who steal a nation become lords. Even if we must be bandits, we must be grand thieves who steal a country to make this life worthwhile." Shen Luoguan was unsparingly blunt with Zhai Rang.

Zhang Xingyue was startled and looked helplessly at Xiao Hongqing, letting out a sigh without daring to persuade her further. Xiao Hongqing pouted, plucking grapes one by one and tossing them into the pond, her lips thrust out high, her long legs swinging back and forth, drawing circles in front of Xiao Hanqing.

"Huang Qingyu?" Lu Nan shook his head. What did he have to do with Han Fangzhou? He had no mood left to worry about such things.

Though the people accompanying him were senior scientists and technological officials of equal or similar rank, the Soviet Union had no shortage of ministerial-level scientists. Furthermore, the Soviets placed great importance on cooperation with China, dispatching wave after wave of senior and merited scientists, leaving Guo Zhuocheng somewhat overwhelmed.

"Where is he? Tell me, and I might spare your life. After all, achieving the strength of a Seven-Star Realm Lord is no small feat," Jin Chengwu said to Chang'e.

Facing the immortal blade slashed down by Dongfang Yunyang, Doge did not take it lightly either. His right hand also grasped a ninja blade, though his weapon was somewhat unique—the blade was slender and thin, with one edge resembling a saw.

Alright, Himegaina knew this meant she was being made to wash the dishes. Helplessly, Himegaina got up, took her noodle bowl to the kitchen, gave it a perfunctory rinse, and returned to the sofa to lie down like a salted fish.

"No, Master taught me that conducting oneself and doing things is just like alchemy—how can one give up halfway..." Jiang Chang'an tried to force himself up using his residual drunken courage, but after a few failed attempts, he sat back down limply.

However, as the saying goes, everything has its own purpose and unique strengths. For instance, a frog's tongue can effortlessly catch insects... and so it opened its disgusting maw.

Jiang Chang'an felt as though his chest was stuffed with cotton; his breathing grew increasingly sluggish, and his consciousness blurred, leaving him teetering on the edge.

Sweat soaked through his clothes, and the Autumn God looked utterly exhausted, his eyes holding an indescribable sense of vicissitudes and tragedy.

Jia Cong's expression changed dramatically. This matter far exceeded his expectations, and not daring to delay any longer, he hurriedly offered a bow to Emperor Chongkang. Ignoring the oppressive and ghost-like atmosphere permeating the imperial camp, he immediately rushed out and turned back toward Shenjing.

Night Jiu realized that the Nine-Headed Sea Serpent's attack this time was no ordinary feat and did not take it lightly. He formed hand seals with both hands, and a powerful surge of black energy suddenly erupted around him.

That sliver of consciousness within the puppet failed to escape; instead, it was imprisoned by Fairy Tale, which used it to inversely trace the location of the main body.

Sure enough, the frog head did not push its luck. Its body behaved like some sort of pliable candy; its feet in black leather shoes remained planted on the ground, yet its entire body tilted backward in a straight line at a forty-five-degree angle.

In the flash of an electric spark, she caught Gu Yunzhao's eyebrows twitching slightly—a clear precursor that Gu Yunzhao was about to scheme against someone.