Chapter 58 Extra V

In her past life, Zhou Yuanyuan had been bullied by Zhou Miaomiao for several years, during which time she only knew how to cry and hide. Now, Zhou Yuanyuan was unwilling to remain a coward. In front of Zhou Miaomiao, she wanted to be as tough as could be, preferably letting Zhou Miaomiao know that she was not someone to be trifled with.

Although they obtained their power in the same way, his and Sairaorg's objectives were vastly different. With nothing in common to discuss, they could never hit it off, which ultimately led to a lack of any meaningful conversation between them.

Ouyang Mao, that crafty fox, finally began to swagger about. His smug look made Ouyang Lei want to punch him, but remembering that today was not a good day for violence, he managed to hold back that blow.

Unlike yesterday's forceful onslaught against Gu Family Street, this time Hong Qi divided his forces into three routes, attacking Gu Family Street, Qingshan Avenue, and Hongkou Street simultaneously.

"We cannot make this burly man confess based on deduction alone. Chief, you can try probing him with a few questions and observe his reaction." Tang Long also understood that without sufficient evidence, the killer could not be convinced, yet with enough evidence, even his death would be justified.

The speaker was Lan Jiang. Although his tone was casual, it concealed a sense of dissatisfaction, subtly implying that the Sly Fox should not have spared him back at the Heroes' Tomb Tavern, thus leaving a tiger to roam the mountains again.

At this moment, Yang Yan's heart was filled with deep reluctance, as if the fate and end awaiting him were inescapable.

Even up until now, Bao Feichen believed that the one representing the Wang family in the arena match was the big man he had seen in the restaurant with the Second Master that day—namely, Tielong. Seeing that Tielong had not come today only reinforced this notion, and he guessed that the big man must be conserving his energy somewhere.

Speaking up to this point, Sun Fangshan was almost in tears, never expecting that a momentary dedication to duty would cause the two star performers, whom the Pear Blossom Courtyard had spent countless efforts and years cultivating, to meet such violent deaths.

Bai Jingyan advanced with the force of a broken bamboo, taking the lead in the charge, while Su Nan stood firm with his sword, using defense in place of offense. The dragon-headed walking stick battered down continuously, creating immense pressure for Su Nan.

To be by Xu Ruyun's side and still have others remark that they were a relatively well-matched pair—such praise in itself was already exceptionally high.

Lin Tian strode toward the high platform. The platform stood loftily in the void, shaped like a round disc, while in its center, a square platform protruded upward, symbolizing the ancient Chinese concept of a round heaven and a square earth, encompassing the entire universe.

As the distance closed, Jin Meng finally managed to see this thing clearly. He had always heard others talk about it, but had never examined it closely before.

Enjoyment must be exchanged at a steep price. In order to survive here, Gao Yiren had paid the price of a fifty-year prison sentence.

"Dr. Bao, you are tired today. Let's rest early." The Ghost Immortal did not wish to continue the conversation, bade farewell to Bao Zhihao, and returned alone to the off-road vehicle.

Since he could pick whatever he wanted, he might as well choose one that caught his fancy; perhaps he could learn a thing or two from it?

Meanwhile, Wang Lang, hiding in the shadows upon seeing this, could not help taking a deep breath. He slung his rifle over his back, nimbly scaled a high wall in two or three movements, and then quietly waited.

The world Yang Xuan entered first was a white one. In this realm, Yang Xuan felt the warmth of the mortal world, the affection of a father, the gentleness of a mother, the joy of a younger brother, and the inherent purity and kindness belonging to Huang Tianling's true nature.

The Divine Emperor of Light was well aware that the Supreme Heavenly Lord had been formed from the condensed dark emotions of the eight thousand worlds. His abilities fluctuated depending on the strength of those emotions.

Chen Fan brandished a long spear measuring three zhang—a full ten meters. Wielding it in his hand, it looked fierce and formidable, giving off an aura that no one dared to challenge its edge.

Seeing the two of them arguing again, Li Yushen immediately called a halt, striking the documents on the table heavily with his hand.

"Imperial Noble Consort, why didn't you send someone to inform me when you fell ill?" Chen Shubao asked with great anxiety, the concern in the depths of his eyes impossible to conceal.

Lin Runqing's culinary skills were indeed quite impressive. She had managed to roast these meat skewers, which had been left sitting for a long time, until they were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. A single bite oozed with oil, so fragrant that it made one want to swallow one's own tongue.

She looked at Lin Yuhang with deep affection: "The mountains have no edges, the waters of the rivers run dry, winter thunders rouse, summer snows fall, only then would I dare to part with you."

Scanning Chen Fan with an air of absolute superiority, this person was a high-ranking member of the Son of Heaven Group, as well as a Deity Transformation expert and a prodigy.

"Good. Since you understand, let me tell you about our Xuan Sect—which is to say, about yourself." Wuming let out a sigh of relief.

Large waist packs in a pile, computers in a pile, bandages in a pile, and drinks and pain relievers in a pile.

"Halt! Who are you? How dare you break into my Myriad Tribulations Valley! Are you courting death?" Caught in such a compromising state, Zhong Wanchou, being a man, still possessed a sense of shame. He flew into a furious rage, his internal energy surging as he prepared to strike.

Just when Chen Ran thought he was merely being overly sensitive and experiencing an illusion, a muffled thud, *boom*, transmitted upward from beneath the ground.

John immediately said, "This price is too high. The University of Illinois has already transferred the technology of the Mosaic browser to Telescope Entertainment."

Meanwhile, the dozens of figures flying out from the pitch-black abyss below collided with the corpse of the Mansion Lord of the Corpse Mansion the moment they met, instantly smashing it into nothingness.

The crowd was bewildered, but Ye Xuan knew that this Su Min had truly been rendered hideous beyond description by him.

Li Qing listened quietly without interrupting, though in his heart he was already beginning to grow somewhat impatient.

This was a variation of the Ice Condensation Art. Originally, with Liu Shisan's ice-type Daoist magic, there were only two spell-grade arts: the Ice Mist and the Ice Condensation Art. However, ever since he absorbed the Source of Water Spirits, his water-type spells had directly ascended to a whole new level, and the variations of his Daoist arts had also multiplied. The Ice Cage Art was precisely one of them.