Chapter 19: The Nineteenth Question

Since he was determined to remain undercover, Xiao Xiao had no intention of exposing him; perhaps this would lure out a bigger fish.

Although Yang Hongyi harbored doubts, he did not overthink it. His entire focus was now on the Horseshoe Bar, the greatest obstacle on the path to Kruger, which he was determined to take down at all costs.

Bai Gu replied to him, "Junior brother, you know as well as I do that our Laojun Sect is currently fractured. This trip to Mount Moyun is for an exchange, but I fear it will also be an occasion for bickering."

Su Han kept his eyes closed. The piano felt like an extension of his arms, responding to his every command without the slightest hindrance to his performance.

In the live stream, the viewers were delighted at this sight, knowing that the creatures could finally get some well-deserved rest.

Chen Mo glanced at the wine glass, took it without a word, downed it in one gulp, and tossed the glass onto the sofa nearby.

"I’ve heard that when one is hungry, it can significantly affect the speed of one's cognitive processing."

Xu Hong, already unsettled by the matter, furrowed his brows, his expression darkening.

He rose from his chair and struck a series of flamboyant poses in the air. A portal emitting a blue glow, rippling like the surface of the sea, appeared between him and Batman.

The two major churches had now mobilized all available forces to the City of Twilight, preparing for a final showdown with the Cult of the Moe God. However, the Three-Eyed Demon, a second-awakening powerhouse of the Thousand-Eye Demon God Church, had yet to arrive, which repeatedly delayed the actions of both sides.

Sheng Yuanhang watched them from afar. His pride demanded that he walk away cleanly, yet his feet followed stealthily.

Wu Fan never expected that Lin Tianbao would offer up all his soul shards, physical essence, and human blood. Lin Xuan was even more blindsided, weeping heart-wrenchingly and screaming, "No, no, no!" But Lin Tianbao would never return.

Although Hua Yun could not understand what Weisheng was saying, seeing his frivolous arrogance, combined with the attitude of her second senior brother, left her unsettled.

Moreover, like him, he had visited Hua Yun’s home in Damu City and met Hua Mulei; they were both, in a sense, people who had met the parents.

"Hmph, let's see how much longer you can hold out!" The red shadow burned brighter like a flame, visibly and slowly eroding the beam of light.

Seeing that familiar face, Fu Chengtian fought back the tears welling in his eyes. He knelt on one knee, lowered his head to rest against Old Aunt’s legs, and a smile flickered across his face.

"I will too," Wu Fan said, gently pushing Luer away. But Luer pulled him into a rough embrace, shouting, "Would it kill you to hold me a little longer?" Her voice was choked with sobs. Wu Fan stopped pushing her away. "Just think of me as your brother," he said, not wanting Luer to steer their relationship toward that of lovers.

This type of flame had no effect on the Miasma Spirits. After all, the spirits were born from miasma, and they possessed the ability to assimilate the sinister nature of Asura flames.

Assassination, poisoning, targeting family members—these people were capable of every such method.

In the largest jewelry store in Suzhou, the array of ornaments was dazzling. Lin Youran was overwhelmed by the sight; for a money-lover like her, she wished she could claim them all.

Feng Xinyi shook her head with regret and lowered her paddle. She could no longer afford to bid higher. Her net worth was not as high as outsiders speculated; while her income was substantial, so were her expenses. Acquiring that VR company had already drained her coffers, and 70 million was the absolute limit of what she could manage.

However, a question had been lingering in his mind, and seeing Lin Chengyue now provided the perfect opportunity to seek an answer.

The commune was a spacious wooden house filled with people, its walls plastered with job notices.

Unwilling to listen to her advice, Yun Moyu covered her ears and ran off. Gao Tingting, wearing such high heels, couldn't keep up, so she opted to play the victim, falling to the ground with a thud and wailing in hopes that her display of misery would work.

After a rhythmic knock, the wall actually opened. Mi Shu blinked in surprise and followed Lin Chi inside, and the wall closed again behind them.

In the distance, Lin Chengshuang was impatiently urging Jun Ziyu. She couldn't understand why a grown man was moving at the pace of a snail, and he seemed so reluctant to part with Zhang Shunfeng—could there be something illicit between these two men? she mused.

Turning away from the Dharma Protector's room, Liu Qian gazed at the sky, which was drizzling with a light autumn rain, her heart filled with confusion.

The children felt no fear at all, as finding shelter was not their first time doing so.

O'Neal and Wade were stunned. After having just used an early celebration for a buzzer-beater against the Wizards, he was doing it again? Was he really that confident in his shooting?

"The teacher shouldn't do anything," said a voice previously heard—Mr. Joey, who was with Halwick.

Li Mu hurried forward to investigate. He had already cast a Blessing of Kings on himself; otherwise, he would have turned into an ice sculpture, as if his very soul were freezing. It was utterly bizarre, considering he hadn't felt a hint of chill while digging outside.

The group rushed toward the ambulance on the side of the road, while the remaining two rescue workers stayed at the scene to guard the high school boy and wait for the police.

"Brothers, we have a situation! Kill him!" The man in black didn't answer. Upon seeing the sack behind the man, he recognized it instantly and realized that Blood Thorn and Shadow Thorn had met their end. His subordinates scattered a packet of medicinal powder.

The moment Chao Zi emerged from the bamboo grove, he locked eyes with the yellow dog, which tucked its tail between its legs and fled into the woods as if its life depended on it.

It was a stifling battle, and Han Yan was in great pain, yet he didn't call for a halt. He felt that this brief duration of combat had allowed him to grasp many techniques that had previously been difficult to understand.