Chapter 127: The Plan Has Changed

“Mm, there is indeed a trace of the troll’s aura, but it has weakened to the point of near extinction. It was probably hacked into pieces.”

Ye Cheng stood where the troll’s corpse had originally lain and shook his head.

All the blood had vanished. The wind atop the mountain was far too fierce; after four or five days, any liquid would have been completely dried away. Only the color of the soil had changed slightly.

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Wang Tian knew nothing about this. Liu Ling frost was the true expert in this field, so it was best to leave the matter to her.

Moreover, judging from the surveillance footage, the members of the Yang Jiandong family appeared extremely nervous. It seemed they had fled here from the previous hotel, and although they had paid for their rooms, they had not even registered their identity cards.

Fortunately, Ying Chao had already been won over by me. He did not say much and cooperated fully with my work. As for me, after constantly investigating and considering the matter, I had reached a conclusion.

All this information had been volunteered by the soldier. Di Qiu then heard him say that the water source here was more than twice as far from the underground passage’s exit as the one in Miyun City.

For Xia Luol and Campbell, however, this was good news. The pressure was gone, and they no longer needed to remain tense.

He felt extremely uncomfortable. Several staff members were watching him while he washed his face, and outside the camera’s view were tens of thousands of online viewers.

“Beast Repeller II” was like a lump of iron, an iron porcupine, stubbornly leaving the four beast armors with nowhere to strike. Even if they had the strength, they had no way to use it.

He was not expecting Li Weidong to beg him. He merely wanted to see Li Weidong’s opinion. If Li Weidong favored Wu Min, he would give Wu Min the recommendation slot. Otherwise, he would have to choose someone else.

It was impossible for the body to freeze completely, inside and out, in such a short time. By then, it had already begun to emit the faint stench of a corpse.

As he spoke, he jumped down from the bed, hastily pulled on his wet clothes, and prepared to leave. Suddenly, Hua Xiaoxiao seized him by the arm.

“Er—what does that have to do with whether she’s formidable or powerful?” She Wei said helplessly.

It was much like the branching paths in a game’s skill tree. From Scholar God Ascension to Phantom Mind, and then from Phantom Mind to Heart of Soul Sorrow, one had already reached the limit.

“Where is the Codex? Where did the Codex go? Why are there only Phantom Angels, and no Divine Race Codex?”

Phantom Shadow endured in unwilling silence and waited until the last empty-handed Phantom Angel entered the Hall of Governmental Affairs. At last, Phantom Shadow was touched by an angel with a generous bosom.

“Do you really think that gun is just an ordinary gun? If you do, then you’re mistaken. When you personally went to White City to rescue your sister, the moment you got off the plane, there was a group of men in black waiting for you. If that gun hadn’t protected you, you would have died long ago.”

He was drenched in cold sweat as he crept toward the exit, afraid of waking the person sleeping on the bed.

“What? It was formed from the vital essence of the dragon vein? How is that possible? It can be wounded, it can grow hungry, and it can feel fear. How could it possibly have been formed from the vital essence of the dragon vein?”

Qin Feng refused to believe it. Naturally, he was unwilling to believe it either. Yet no matter how much he denied it, he could not change the facts before his eyes.

“It hurts! It hurts!” the Demon Venerable’s henchman wailed helplessly. At that moment, he was suffering an indescribable grievance.

A living puppet required the puppet master to form a contract with a sentient creature, establish a spiritual bond, and refine that creature into a personal puppet.

Lin Fengniang’s breath caught, and she immediately began to howl inwardly.

Could Luo Siniang be asking not only for the house and the shops, but also for money?

Qin Yi tightened his grip around Gu Rumeng’s wrist, as though he feared that the moment he let go, Gu Rumeng would vanish.

The gate of the Huo family mansion slowly closed behind Jiang Yiluo. From that day onward, she was no longer Mrs. Huo. She was Huo Yucheng’s ex-wife—the stain of disgrace upon the Huo family.