Chapter 144: The Search

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Upon seeing Lu Chenyuan emerge from the water, Shangguan Chuci’s mind immediately flashed with an absurd thought: “How did this guy change into a completely new skin after just one dive?” “It hasn’t been long at all; the previous version’s Dao Transformation skin hasn’t even been phased out, and now there’s already a special edition?” Hastily suppressing these distracting notions, she focused intently on Lu Chenyuan’s eyes. Confirming that despite the pupils burning with a ghostly blue flame, Lu Chenyuan was still the assassin she had nurtured—one she could no longer bear to lose here—her heart, though aching, felt warm.

After seeing Lei Hongyao off, everyone on the car breathed deeply with relief. Since Director Lei boarded the plane, no one had spoken much, wary that too many words might reveal their identities; the journey had been stifling. Fortunately, Ma Qian’an and the two companions kept up a continuous casual chatter, diverting Lei Hongyao’s attention from the group.

The magazine socket was a separately detachable module; when changing calibers, not only did the barrel need replacement but also the magazine socket.

Xing Fei had recovered from his earlier shock but was now immobilized, enveloped in a pink fiery cloud that seemed to impose a powerful restriction, making it nearly impossible for him to break free given his already limited cultivation, less than a third of normal strength.

“I—” Dongfang Ya was momentarily stunned. To be honest, she longed to unite with the young man, but to nod fervently and accept outright felt somewhat shameless.

Then, Shi Luoye briefly explained to me and Zui Lanlan the details of core member distribution within our guild. Since the matches were determined by random draw, in the early stages we aimed to avoid guildmates facing each other.

“Too bad I don’t have a fire-type spirit beast now, or I’d feed this to it!” Zhan Feihong took the inner core from its box and tucked it into his pouch.

“Stop sweet-talking; stay sharp later!” Ouzhenzhen’s tone was resolute, embodying the commanding presence of a strategic leader.

It was Cheng Tiantian. Xiao Chenming thought she had seen him and rushed out to find him, as if he heard her voice carried by the wind, but uncertain, he turned back.

Continuing the earlier metaphor of the leaf—if one passes through a wormhole, on the leaf’s underside one can accelerate infinitely, yet distance still exists as a concept.

Xiao Chenming lowered his head, deliberately inching closer, so quietly that I could hear his breath.

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Zhao Lili and Tang Fen were delighted internally, for this meant Tang Fen could get off the car with Xiao Chenming, arm in arm, walking the red carpet as if married.

Regarding this, Luo Gu could only sigh helplessly; he had hoped to use this to find the mastermind behind the scenes, but unexpectedly, this person was a desperate warrior—decisive and ruthless.

Hearing Kuang San’s words, Luo Gu’s face flushed red; in this light, it seemed to make sense.

Looking at the three, the mysterious figure’s eyes brimmed with satisfaction, as if seeing the past in them—companions weathering storms together.

While Lin Zhengtian was pondering how to break the seal, suddenly a gunshot rang out with a loud bang.

Outside the capital, there were already many refugees; if more arrived, the situation would spiral out of control.

Thus, in conflicts between such powers, the arbiters have considerable discretion and can refuse tasks.

Since they shared a room, encountering such troubles, they should naturally help each other and face it together.

How could these people act without discrimination? Couldn’t they see that this chaos was originally caused by Jiang Ciyou?

“Third Young Master Li, this item of yours is a counterfeit; there’s no dispute now, right?” Wang Dong asked with a smile.

Inside the cavern, everything was in chaos; his kin lay on the ground, bloodstained and pitiful to behold.

At present, decent hospitals in Tianjin are mostly concentrated in the concession area. The Sacred Heart Hospital was closest to them, so it was normal to be sent there.

Victoria narrowed her eyes, ruby-red orbs fixed ahead, as the elven magical array reassembled and took shape in her mind.

Looking down, from the goblin knight’s cloak, the icy power on the sword’s blade unknowingly spread here, freezing his feet.

Morning and noon meals dealt only with food; the taste of outside dishes was mediocre, far inferior to that of their own zoo.

Ye Yan waved the dagger in his hand to flick away blood, looking quite displeased at Ling Feng’s severed hand.

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Her revealing this at such a critical moment was not to make everyone think Xia Ling had forced her to step down through pregnancy.

“Perhaps there’s more than one saint among them?” The elder of the Ji family wore a solemn expression, his heart icy cold. The death of two ancestors was like the collapse of two great mountains; the already pressured First Auction House now faced even greater hardship.

Chu He listened, a few dark lines crossing his forehead. Then, expressionless, he stared at the egg and, after a second, gently tossed it into the furnace of heaven and earth.

At first, he only lightly licked my lips. After a few minutes of lingering, his breathing grew rapid, no longer content with mere tasting; his tongue parted my teeth and slipped inside.

Beyond the realm, many witnessing this scene felt a premonition of disaster. They recalled numerous secrets and legends, their hearts filled with unease.

In fact, in such situations, reporting to the authorities is best, but doing so would waste the resources of the journalists outside.

Ling Yefeng took the red thread, bowed his head carefully weaving it. Could such big hands be so delicate?

Standing alone in darkness, coldness pervaded from body to soul; I found myself returned to the underground besieged city.

The tremendous sounds of battle could be heard. The alien side had surely deployed a Glory Marquis-level powerhouse, perhaps even a vice duke. The frontline was extremely tense, yet he had to remain here bickering with Xia Kun—an indescribable frustration.

Morgana cursed inwardly but was powerless; upon her appearance, Zhang Zhongshu’s energy locked onto her. No matter how the battle shifted, it never wavered.

“Such a thing actually exists!” The cultivators from various races present heard this for the first time, each shocked.

“Is it Harry? Harry Potter, right?” Zhang Chen spoke before Voldemort could respond.

The next day, the carpenter spent over an hour crafting a surfboard. Amid countless curious and puzzled gazes, Zhen Qian jumped into the sea holding the board.

Daxi Xun sat at the head of the table. Although the banquet was ostensibly to welcome Zhen Qian, officials from the Silla Kingdom, not yet departed, were present. Naturally, in such a setting, Silla officials would not wish for any intimate contact between Tang dynasty officials and those from Japan.