92. Suicide

Another issue is that remakes are always compared to the original works, and they are often produced after a long interval. Only when the two are completely merged does this feeling fade; what the avatar sees and experiences integrates into the real self, becoming true memories. The Copper Ancient City is a massive metropolis bordering the peaceful nation of the humans, inhabited by many experts from three races. There are no human slaves here, only free people from the Lost Lands. However, as a border city, even free people are subject to strict inspections when entering.

"Such a large-scale movement of personnel must be a guild preparing to deploy forces against the Cube World, right? What else could be their purpose?" Hilo remarked.

"I’ve been pondering this issue for quite some time. I believe our next target should be the Tower of Solitude," Spade said after a moment’s hesitation.

Liu Lang had already read the battle reports from Sichuan upon returning home. In mid-May, Liu Xiang convened the so-called third 'Bandit Suppression' conference in Chengdu, suggesting that all warlords unanimously recommend Liu Congyun as the front-line commander of Sichuan's 'Bandit Suppression' Military Committee, stationed in Nanchong to command the armies.

Of course, the army lieutenant general also felt that if he possessed such influence, he could guarantee that his nine thousand brothers would all be brave men, fearless and resolute.

"So, does that mean we've already gotten ahead of all the other players?" Ao Xue Shuang Han asked.

Fan Mo Li’s friends were the same, stopping to wait for the outcome between the two.

Lin Hao was again forced to the corner of the ring by 'Wolverine' with iron claws. Seeing there was no way out, Lin Hao suddenly tapped the ring with his toes, soared with Ripple Step, and, stepping on the Eight Trigrams midair, twisted and spun, easily circling behind 'Wolverine'.

In the most advanced city of this world, he felt a sense of reality detached from magic.

The arrival of the scout team was warmly welcomed; after all, their intelligence was the best weapon for this operation.

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately understood, scattering to search the manor. The old man with the goatee did not stop them, coldly watching as they left, then nodded at Li Yi, signaling him to begin.

"Perhaps at eighty percent mastery, I could control such cloud-riding immortal arts..." Genya Shinji pondered whether he could block out some of those buzzing mosquitoes.

Shui Bi was taken aback, then summoned the Demon-Sealing Ring again, but nothing changed. The two great judicial treasures that had shocked the Three Realms seemed entirely ineffective at this moment! Han Mo, now a streak of icy light, had come to Shui Bi’s side, asking with concern.

No, it hadn’t fully taken effect. She was certain the problem lay not with herself, but with Genya Shinji.

Every city has its dirty corners; the streets near the university are among the foulest.

Xuan Hui’s household never lacked food or drink, yet always managed to sneak in some leftovers after a few days.

Zhuo Hua subtly curled her lips, silently watching the clouds outside the window, realizing that even the nearly transparent, thin clouds cast shadows, falling on the clear water below as faint, shallow gloom.

Before the group reached the ground, he grinned, then took a deep breath toward the end of the "street."

However, netizens rushed to Fu Chaoyan’s social media, asking if she had any conflict with the deceased that day.

Ironblood Ridge is notoriously dangerous in this area—ordinary in appearance, but full of hidden peril.

Su Hang spoke each word slowly and heavily, voicing his first and final wish: "That is, to end this duel with Death!"

Thus, Su Hang wasn't eager to learn anything about this matter from Eagle Eye.

These words nearly confirmed that the president of Dream Saint Polytechnic had come looking for Angel.

Dong Zhuo was currently unconscious in Wang Yun’s mansion and was not mentioned further. Meanwhile, Dong Zhuo’s residence was filled with celebration; it was, after all, a concubine-taking, not a funeral. Even without widespread publicity, the atmosphere was much livelier than usual.

Third Master Yuan carefully recalled all that had happened recently. Xing Tai Ran’s death must be linked to the missing Vermilion Fruit, but the more crucial part was that he had killed Dan Feng Sheng. Yet, if they hadn’t picked the Vermilion Fruit, Dan Feng Sheng wouldn’t have sought trouble, and none of this would have occurred.

At worst, after this job in Hong Kong, they could leave; with so much money, they could go anywhere.

Instantly, Lin Mu felt the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him converging toward the furnace, finally merging within it.

At that time, young Su Mei cared nothing for these matters; all he wanted was enough to eat.

Those stronger beings, which of them are not aloof and highly esteemed? Who would lower themselves to deal with a youth, much less bother with such trivial matters?

The shadow had just reached Tian Yi, and this time he had no chance to react, unprepared for what was coming. To his surprise, the strength displayed by the totem warrior exceeded all his expectations.

Wearing a particularly clean coat, he carried a box, climbed four flights of stairs himself to deliver it, so exhausted he could barely catch his breath, and had to leave immediately.

Xiao Mei stared dumbfounded at the slightly gaunt figure before her, tears of joy streaming down her face, still shaken from the recent fright.