Chapter 68: Better You Than Me
Watching as the spiritual energy of the dead quickly dispersed into the air, Ye Cheng decided to employ a small array to lock the energy in place. After all, the Ghost Fiend was still quite useful, and far more obedient than most humans—at least it wouldn't overstep its bounds. Enhancing its cultivation wouldn't be a bad thing.
Ye Cheng reached into his pocket and drew out three blank yellow rune papers, then casually produced a black brush...
Lu Xu’s question finally brought Lin Wanbai back to the matter at hand. With a sigh, she began to speak to her.
Gong Ling was aware of how keen a dog’s sense of smell could be, especially since a dozen dogs were searching for clues together—so inevitably, they would uncover something.
Li Tong looked speechlessly at Hong Li. Since Hong Li lent him silver, he decided to give him a performance. He opened the box, picked up a silver ingot, and put it to his mouth; as it touched his lips, it transformed into gold coins.
The words spoken in the palace sounded effortlessly light, but to Duan Suqin, it was far from that. She staggered, collapsing onto the sofa, sobbing in distress.
Thunder rumbled overhead, and the moon was suddenly obscured by dark clouds, while flashes of lightning sporadically tore through the sky.
Though Gong Ling had not witnessed these events firsthand, his sensitive ears caught every sound, making him feel as if he had seen it all himself.
Despite the thousand doubts swirling in Lu Xu’s mind, he held his tongue, determined not to be expelled.
She could read ten lines at a glance and remember everything she saw—the admissions rules were etched into her memory after a single look.
Yet the lizardfolk surpassed humans; perhaps choosing the lizard genes for modification was not without reason.
"Who told you I was looking for a man? Erlinda, stop talking nonsense," Lian Lian retorted.
Considering the technological progress of this world, it was clear the refugees who crossed the blockade and entered the negotiation site did so with the implicit consent and arrangement of TPC and the various human governments on Earth.
"What’s wrong?" Meanwhile, noticing something odd about the cloaked figure, Lucian the Wolf King asked.
Tang Cheng nodded to show he understood, then beckoned, leading the group toward the central plaza of the sewers.
Beside her walked Squad Captain San Mao and Maher. Apart from Maher, Alan wasn't familiar with the other two, but thankfully knew them by sight.
On the second day, in the city lord’s mansion, right hall, after receiving the Sword Maiden’s affirmative reply, the ministers who had sworn loyalty to her—including the recently active Raylton—fell collectively silent. Some even offered their resignations on the spot, citing old age and poor health.
The members of the Temple of Creation spent half the day in thorough discussion, exchanging views on crucial concerns. The talks were fruitful, and, under the decision of Chairperson Azure Spirit God, a perfect consensus was reached.
It was unknown how much time had passed before Chu Nan finally awoke. However, when he opened his eyes, there was no confusion typical of someone just coming to; instead, his expression became extremely grim.
"Why do you always target me?" Platycodon reviewed the hand and realized Tang Cheng had been focused solely on her, which left her quite dissatisfied.
At that moment, Yang Qifeng’s gaze was not on the spiritual materials; he was staring at Zhou Mao. Zhou Mao had changed greatly—once full of youthful vigor, now his demeanor was desolate, his clothes washed pale and faded, the usual blue long gone.
Shen Xinyue had already spoken, so they dared not say more, though something still felt amiss, and they glanced at her anxiously.
Back in college, to understand Japanese films—since many lacked subtitles—Jia Lian had chosen a Japanese elective, studying diligently, even more so than his required courses.