55 Jinjiang Literature City 55

What Chen Mo was actually calculating was what came later—Zhu Gangzhong would eventually become Zhu Wuneng. Can a Zhu Bajie without a rake still be considered Zhu Bajie? At the very least, Zhu Gangzhong still had quite a bit of utility before his plan was fully completed. Otherwise, why would he have bothered talking nonsense with him earlier instead of just beating him to death with a single club right here?

Early the next morning, Prince Qi Xing of Chu and Li Bin agreed to head together to the Imperial Guard's South Garrison camp in the capital to select elite soldiers for the upcoming expedition to Jiangbei.

Left completely speechless and not knowing whether to laugh or cry by his chubby son, Zhou Quan didn't know what to say anymore. He felt that his chubby son's schemes ran quite deep, even knowing how to use concepts like a sense of responsibility as the most effective weapon.

"The Heavenly Net Palm Technique, upper-intermediate of the Earth grade, wins through speed and tricky angles, surpassing even the Heavenly Net Hand by a notch," Chen Mo muttered to himself inwardly.

"Of the two hundred disciples you brought, leave one hundred with me to defend the North and West gates, and lead the other one hundred to defend the South and East gates. If you cannot hold them off, ignite the Seven-Core Begonia to signal a warning, and the rescue troops will arrive," Li Bin ordered in a loud voice.

Weekend, a man who was normally only left speechless upon meeting Yoda, was completely at a loss for words at this moment. He stared blankly at old Karl, his eyes wishing they could see right through him, eager to figure out what had happened to the lungs inside his body.

"Don't worry, Magistrate Ding; once we catch the source, everything will be fine," Bai Ruozhu said.

Doko felt somewhat like giving up; probably no one could understand the feeling of sitting on pins and needles every time he appeared at a family council.

"Perhaps it was just a promise made in a game, but he remembered it and strove to fulfill it. Tell me, could a man who values his word as much as gold possibly be an unmitigated villain?" Hall Master Sanyue's tone was calm, yet it pierced straight to the heart of her listener.

"It's just a pity he didn't draw me as his opponent. Otherwise, in front of so many people, I would definitely make him lose more miserably than a dog!" Jiang Dazhu said through gritted teeth.

Looking earnestly into her still-dazed and bewildered face, I invoked the Arc of Space without further ado and teleported near the city gate, where Mengmeng had been waiting for us all along.

"However, as a responsible appraiser, how could I only study this one place? There certainly has to be some solid, unique substance here, or else I wouldn't have dared to casually lay down five million!" Li Wushuang's speech bore the distinct style of certain government cadres, making sure his superiors fully recognized his importance.

"When Pangu cleaved the chaos, the turbid Qi sank to become the earth, and the clear Qi rose to become the heavens. The clear is Yang, and the turbid is Yin. The study of Feng Shui places great emphasis on these two Qi of Yin and Yang, and even Traditional Chinese Medicine or mathematics focuses on them as well. There is profound knowledge contained within this," the Ghost General seized the opportunity to lecture the others on his theories.

"Hey! You old pervert, you think you're justified just because you were peeping? Watch me break your ribs and hand you over to the police station," Ye Fei said as he raised his hand to scare the old man.

Ururu's Infinite Ice Blades seemed endless, constantly expending Jura's defensive rock wall like moths flying into a flame. With a series of crisp cracks, the first barrier broke, then the second... and by the fifth, Jura's counter-attack magic was finally ready.

From the thick white mist at the summit of the mountain, a dragon's head protruded. Between its sharp fangs, extremely cold Qi continuously billowed out, as if a single casual breath could freeze the very atmosphere.

"You always claim this item is a counterfeit, but what proof do you actually have? I don't care for a man spouting nonsense and boasting in front of me," Mouse's expression appeared extremely indignant.

Because treating Ye Fei had taken up some time, when the three of them arrived, all the other teams had already assembled, save for the members of the J232 Military Unit.

High in the sky, the dark clouds that had been on the verge of dispersing—unable to be sustained due to Zu Taiqing's insufficient spiritual energy—began to gather once more.

"I'll take that as a compliment, Imperial Brother!" Jiang Liyin said with a smug smile, before immediately diving back into her food.

Pei Jingxia had no intention of keeping the man around. After all, as long as this man stayed here, everyone's gazes would inevitably wander over at any moment.

Jiang Yichen grew increasingly jealous the more he thought about it. That masked man was one thing, but why on earth was the Crown Prince of the Azure Dragon Kingdom winning Qingqing's trust?

Dr. Zhao was a veteran of the emergency department, having stayed there for a full sixteen years ever since graduation.

And Su Qin himself was equivalent to Emperor Zhenwu in the flesh, possessing the power to completely command the divine nature of Emperor Zhenwu—akin to having a one-hundred-percent understanding and integration of a deity template in this world.

Furthermore, it was foreseeable that with the explosion of the car, the clues left at the scene would be pitifully scarce.

Therefore, even before dawn broke, those living outside began arriving back at the Pei family's ancestral home one after another.

With the passive attack speed bonus, the Blind Monk's auto-attacks hit the level-deficient Gragas—who lacked both skills and items—with excruciating pain.

At this, Fang Xiu merely shook his head. Having verified his identity, he stepped straight into the awakening array.

Months ago, the Ghost Fog Labyrinth had been a vibrant, oversized forest. Today, however, all the mutated creatures inside had perished, and the forest itself was destroyed beyond recognition. This sight was much like how, in the old age, humanity had once deployed nuclear weapons to wipe out tentacle-monster armies, only to bring about their own demise.

The northern warriors on the city walls paid no attention to the tentacle-monster army that had breached the gate; their mission was to slaughter as many tentacle-monsters outside the walls as possible, until every last one of them had entered the city, at which point they could finally abandon their posts and transition to the next wave of the offensive.

Having finished all this, the middle-aged man in black robes looked toward Yu Lingmie. At this moment, Yu Lingmie still kept his eyes tightly shut, but the previous look of enjoyment had vanished, replaced by an expression of agony, while the black Qi swirling around his body grew somewhat chaotic.