Chapter 150: Under Control

"So you mean to say that our support for the Dragon family in the mortal realm is very likely to be reported to the head of the family by that Jiang Chen?"
"Murong Xiu, we trusted you so much, how could you still make such a huge blunder? Don't you know that meddling in mortal affairs is the strictest taboo in the family rules?!"
"No matter what method is used, we must..."
Old Liu was indeed right; traveling through the night to SunkUN Pool was ill-advised. They had no choice but to camp out in the mountain forest for yet another night and deal with things once they arrived at their destination the next day.

With his second trick failing, Azmodan had no choice but to resort to his final measure: implanting the orb into his own body. Enduring the excruciating pain, he carved an open wound into his flesh, shoved the precious orb inside, and waited for the wound to seal itself naturally. Azmodan then began to tune into his own body.

As for the Watch Alliance? Not a single person gave the matter a second thought; instead, they all rushed down to the beach to play and even prepared to host a bonfire party.

Yet, the soothing, melodious tune and the intimate, profound lyrics instantly stunned Yang Weifan.

King Humban-Hapu I of the Early Elamite Dynasty swore allegiance to Gilgamesh following the latter's victory.

And yet, the Six-Team Alliance was marching toward the southwest corner, where another Tree of Elements stood. Would Bobo and A have to harass them to slow down their advance?

Another reason was that the thieves accompanying the Changhong team this time—including the elder known as Promiscuous Loneliness—numbered only five in total. They held no distinct advantage in terms of levels either. After all, as melee damage dealers and scouts, their presence was not overwhelmingly significant.

The construction period for the Biannanzhang Clan School had been short, yet Zhang Han had built a multitude of miscellaneous facilities, such as restrooms, a water tower, bathrooms, a reservoir, a swimming pool, and a playground. Consequently, the number of residential quarters was limited.

However, Zhang Qing flatly refused to agree. Having listened to stories for over a year, Zhang Qing had come to view this as a matter-of-fact entitlement. Since Zhang Han had gone out in the afternoon and skipped the storytelling, Zhang Qing insisted on making up for it in the evening by any means necessary.

Could the Grim Reaper have already perished? Regardless, Sandro certainly could not let such an opportunity slip by... Gritting his teeth, he slowly raised the hand holding the black staff.

Luo Qingwan's cold, detached gaze swept across the members of the Gu family present one by one. Who knows what she suddenly thought of, but she burst into a loud laugh and walked away.

Yun Xi's face, already burning crimson from He Ziming's embrace and kisses, turned even darker and purpler upon hearing He Ziming's "provocative" remark.

"Grandfather, I was wrong." With things brought to this pass, how could Xue Ling fail to realize that she had nearly committed a grave mistake?

Xiao Yuqing had no desire to see the treasures he had obtained through such arduous effort fall into the hands of these spirits.

As for why he deliberately provoked Mo Chenggang to such an extent, it was because he truly lacked the confidence at present to evade the gunfire of five handguns.

"Order whatever you'd like to eat, it's my treat today." Since they had already come here, there was no reason for Gu Yinzhi not to play the host.

Even the cassetta on the Buddha's body had fallen away halfway, transforming him into an angry, wood-chopping Buddha who raised an axe high above his head, yet wore a compassionate expression—as if he were hacking you down for your own good, just to help you attain transcendence and enter ultimate bliss.

Ian asked Horne whether the people inside might hold mastery over magical secrets unknown to them, which left him somewhat uncertain about Horne's stance.

Just like the saying, "You are not a fish, how do you know the joy of fish?" Blindly acting under the banner of doing what is best for someone—does that truly constitute what is good for them?

Tang Yanran had also designed an evening gown, and by sheer coincidence, this gown was likewise black in color.

She reached out a slender index finger and hooked it into Gaosai's belt. Instantly, Gaosai's face flushed red, a scorching heat spread across his lower abdomen, and he was led away into the inner chambers by her hook.