Chapter Ninety-Six: Ring Toss Game

"Susan, just toss it anywhere," Ye Cheng said calmly, smiling at her from the side.

"Alright." Susan ignored the boss's words and nodded to Ye Cheng, then began throwing rings at the various dolls displayed in front of her.

For the first ring, Susan took her time aiming before finally tossing it...

That bloodthirsty and violent aura, which had unsettled even him, had seeped deep into Lin Yichen's bones. In the future, if he wished to glimpse the true essence of martial arts, there were only two ways: one was to extinguish and erase this aura, changing to a more peaceful cultivation method.

Suddenly, a man's voice echoed downwards. The two of them instantly darkened their faces and immediately surfaced, only to see a man dressed entirely in black. Under the moonlight, he appeared like a black devil, arrogantly standing against the wind.

Watching the other two subordinates depart, the captain turned to the one who remained. "Do you have any good ways to enter the territory of the Divine Clan?" the captain asked as he walked over.

He always wore a gentle expression, yet his words cut her heart like a knife. It seemed only when he was angry did she feel her chest loosen.

Senior Brother powerfully presented the affirmative argument. When he finished, the audience erupted in thunderous applause. It was unclear how much of that applause was for Senior Brother as a debater, and how much was for Senior Brother as a handsome man.

Eunuch De stood behind the Emperor. Seeing the Emperor and the Imperial Concubine beam with joy upon meeting Luo Li, he couldn't help but silently praise Luo Li.

Mo Ran nodded. "According to the rules, this guy should have been eliminated and sent to the battleship fleet long ago. I didn't expect him to still be here with us." Mo Ran was also puzzled by this.

Luozhi glanced toward the distance and finally spotted Luo An and his group returning, followed by Uncle Mu Si, Mu Ying's father. Luozhi also saw Mu Ying coming along.

"Then I'll follow him and see." I didn't know how Zhi Yuan felt or what expression he wore. I felt as if I was too self-centered.

Mo Fan circled the area, inspecting the nearby herbs, which were indeed valuable treasures. He thought his father was too fussy and not calm enough. He was fine now, yet his father still nagged on and on.

The names among the mice were too similar, as they were essentially musical notes. The more you listened, the harder it was to distinguish who was who.

A barrage of system notifications left Li Zhishi overwhelmed. It took quite a while to digest them all. Then he took a few steps, picked up the resentful head from the ground, wrapped it in cloth, and carried it by the hair as he walked back the way he came.

Wu Song watched closely. Holding Li Qiaonu's waist in one arm, he used the Jade Ring Step and instantly retreated more than ten feet, dodging both Li Kui's battle axe and the falling statue of the Medicine King.

"Lord Han, is that Zhang Liang, the traitor, your nephew?" Before Zhang Liang could respond, an elderly man with a long beard, seated directly opposite, was the first to voice his question.

What surprised him was that the "Dou" and "Lin" characters now appearing on his body were entirely different from those seen when facing the Death King Wu Yuanshuang, Wu Murong, and the others. Both the font and color changed for the first time.

"By the way, how did you meet that fat guy? Is he trustworthy?" Muqin stared at Li Zhishi and asked. Having experienced several worlds, she was far more aware than Li Zhishi of the treacherous nature of people in this space.

It was already past eleven. Everyone was tired from playing, so they decided to find some street food, paid the bill, and left.

The road from the northern to the western suburb wasn't far. After more than thirty minutes, we arrived at the urban village in the western suburb. Night had already fallen. Looking at the uneven houses in the darkness, I suddenly recalled that Chen Luoluo had brought me here a long time ago.