Chapter 27: Get Out

"The Chen family? Chen Wei, that old fox, is a smiling tiger. How did you discover this?"
Jiang Estate.
In the villa’s grand hall, Su Luoxue, upon hearing Jiang Chen’s news, shed her alluring demeanor. Her delicate brows knit together as she looked at Jiang Chen with a hint of gravity. "Is the news true? If so, my Su family must indeed make preparations early."
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Below, those strange creatures suddenly erupted in violence, recklessly charging toward the giant hand in the sky. Even the disciples of the Divine Void Sect could not stop them, unable to slaughter them all at once.
Those behind continued their relentless pursuit, while Cheng Han moved ahead at a leisurely pace, his manner relaxed.
Players who had been teleported back to their game pods stared blankly at the notice of the temporary closure of the game channel, cursing in frustration.
The gap between high-level bloodlines and low-level bloodlines could only be described as worlds apart, not only in combat professions but also in ordinary scientific vocations.
But speaking of it, what exactly is the Imperial Locust Leech? It is not a spirit beast, nor has it ever been heard of among the divine beasts, yet it is incredibly powerful.
Lin Hai rose and stepped outside, impatiently calling Kazumi Watanabe to sincerely express his gratitude.
The Imperial Locust Leech stretched out its hand, a shadowy spear thrust forward, but as the spear touched the creature’s palm, it shattered inch by inch like so much crumbling tofu.
Alger gazed around in a daze. The Green Titans encircled at least several hundred people. Although they didn’t seem to overwhelmingly defeat the four or five powerful figures among them, their muscular lines and steps revealed that each possessed the qualities of the Fire Tribe’s sword saints.
At that moment, Yun Wei casually picked up a cup of milk tea and began to drink. Even such a simple act had a unique charm when she performed it.
Within Tianfu County, many worshippers had developed a dependency on the Temple of the Spirit Guardian. Many rose early, visiting the temple before heading out to work, offering a stick of incense before beginning their day. At sunset, they returned to burn another incense stick before heading home.
"The doctor just reminded me to rest and recuperate. With so many people coming and going, if my illness worsens..." Jingchu paused here, her gaze turning sternly toward the chief eunuch.
The hall was filled with anguished screams. Those disciples into whose bodies the venomous insects had burrowed cried out only a few times before their eyes became vacant; they seized their weapons and began to slash wildly at those around them.
Meng Qianxun’s gaze shifted again toward Hua Duanchen. When she met the near-mad cruelty in his eyes, her heart sank, and a sudden decision formed within her.
Perhaps the nature of my soul is to crave all that is false, and perhaps my innate desire is for the dazzling splendor of superficial beauty.
"I’m fine, as long as you’re not embarrassed. Whatever you want," Wu Yan joked with Lin Ying.
Yang Fan kicked the gun aside, then, with a forceful tug, pulled the butterfly knife from Ma Weicai’s wrist. He drove his foot into Ma Weicai’s chest, sending him sprawling to the ground.
However, Dan Sibo knew when to stop and quickly interrupted the conversation between Matt and the Level Six Saint King, for otherwise, Dan Sibo truly did not know what might happen next.
"By the way, have you eaten yet?" Wen Xu glanced at his phone—it was exactly eleven thirty.
"Don’t believe me? I’ll poke your eyes and see." Li Wei stretched out his hand toward Lin Ying’s eyes, making her flail in alarm.
Not enough? Don’t want it? Fine, I’ll take it back. Seeing Wen Xu about to retrieve it, the attendant could only accept the money with a bitter face, mumbling a perfunctory "Enjoy your meal" before turning away.
Finally, when people began to express doubts and believed Liu Qingxi would not come, and the construction of the garden architecture seemed doomed to fail, Zhang Wuliang spoke up.