Chapter 38: Turning the Tables on Mu Yaoguang

Old Qiu immediately chimed in, "Yes, yes, yes! Come to my place first for a cup of tea to calm your nerves." With that, he stepped forward to support me and led me toward his house.

This question remained unresolved for Scarface even after they had safely left the ancient city of Khotan, passed through Yu Pass, and begun their journey toward the capital.

My heart constricted tightly, as if enveloped by a howling wind from all directions. My meager hopes and prayers were gradually drained away by his words, collapsing into a heap of silent, shattered despair.

At that moment, the old beggar was about five meters away from Gu Sanyun, while Hu Wenwen had been tossed more than two meters into the air. If Gu Sanyun were to dodge and ignore her, letting her fall directly to the ground, she would certainly be crippled on the spot.

A player's energy is limited, after all; trying to master too much at once is a grave mistake. The two cultivation techniques on the path back were entirely different; attempting to dual-cultivate them would essentially mean playing two separate classes, and that involved many underlying issues—the accumulation of equipment, for instance.

The bald man smiled and said there was no need to search me, as he believed I was truly penniless. Four hundred yuan was enough, he decided, and he would give me one chance: I only had to kneel before everyone present and kowtow three times to each of them.

Therefore, Wang Qing needed money—a vast amount of it. He needed to show the entire Desolate Kingdom that its navy was not just a decorative ornament that only knew how to swallow funds, but a formidable military force.

"Er... that's nothing new anymore!" Yun Tianheng cleared his throat, coughed dryly twice, and said with a straight face.

"Do not make things difficult for him; bring me to see her." Shu Yu's voice exploded once more within the consciousness of the four. They looked at one another in confusion—what kind of ability was this, to be able to invade all four of their minds simultaneously?

There was nothing to grab in the secret passage, and since we lacked the immobilization spells possessed by Great-Uncle’s master, we were sent sprawling face-first again, unable to even hold onto our flashlights.

"We can't do this. Look, he's still wounded. We can't just leave him here in these desolate mountains," someone said. Moved by compassion and seeing my battered state, complete with stitched wounds, they couldn't bear to abandon me.

She followed close behind me, occasionally walking to my side and tilting her head to gaze at my face, as if she could never grow tired of it. At first, I found it annoying and uncomfortable, but gradually, I grew accustomed to it and simply turned a blind eye to her stare.

You should know that the monster meat provided by the Lord of North Desolation City was a rare and precious delicacy.

Before long, several cars approached from the front. The old man stopped running, turned around, lit a cigarette, and watched us coldly.

For her, and for the entire direct lineage of the Ji family, Ye Qiu could not be allowed to suffer the slightest mishap.

Seeing the vacant, foolish look on Mo Qianqian's face, Han Jinfeng really wanted to walk over and slap her. Was his presence so embarrassing that she dared to play dumb and pretend she didn't know him?

Yu Wen kept her lips pressed tight, saying nothing. Ignoring Ran Sinian, she locked her gaze directly on Li Songjie, staring at him with a coldness and contempt that seemed unnatural for someone her age.

Seeing Yang Liu'er turn and vanish, Qiu Qianjian muttered, "No chance of meeting again? No chance of meeting again..." He did not like those words.

The text message was sent successfully. Looking up, Ran Sinian saw a familiar car parked on the other side of the corner. Inside, Rao Pei'er was in the driver's seat, looking down at her phone.

Most terrifying of all were the bone spurs growing from its back, piercing the sky. They were snow-white and razor-sharp, each hundreds of zhang long, capable of shattering heaven and earth with a single tremor.

At the dinner table, Zhou Miaomiao's doubts only grew. The two of them had met in secret last night—and they had only drunk porridge?

He was a rake outside, but even more unbridled at home. General Tang had fifteen concubines; it was said that the only reason he stopped there was because the emperors of the previous dynasty, excluding the Empress, had a maximum of sixteen consorts.

Unfortunately, although the fish had taken the bait, it was too large; not only did he fail to land it, but the line snapped. As for the grain and fodder that had been burned, it was not the entirety of the supply; Dukaluo had secretly buried a portion under the cover of night as a precaution.

Reminded by Wu Tianliang, An Dingguo suddenly brought up this method. In truth, it could have been effective; if the ruler of the Desolate Kingdom were a shortsighted person, he might well have agreed. Unfortunately, the Salt Town had encountered Xiao Mo, a man who did not care about face and considered matters far more deeply.

The cultivators emerging were fierce and relentless. Seeing the dense crowd of them, the cultivators from the Eastern Region felt their spirits tremble. This was far more than twenty thousand; it was clearly a trap, waiting for them to walk in off-guard.

Due to the family planning policy, the Chen family had only this one child, and his parents spoiled him excessively.

"I don't know either, but I just have a feeling that something very important is going to happen tonight!" Yang Xuanchen replied.

The greatest difference between a genius and an ordinary person is that a genius can always find that one unique spark of inspiration.

In the past, Lin Jiandong had possessed the first half of the map, and with it, he had carved out a bloody path at the turn of the century.

"Director Wang, this machine is of critical importance. If I hand it over to him and something goes wrong, I won't be able to answer to the factory." Xu Yuchen did not doubt Chen Yan's character, but he had come to find Chen Yan today because an imported piece of equipment at the factory had broken down, and the factory's own technicians could not fix it.

Zheng Hao, however, did not want to wait that long, and he had the ability to avoid doing so. The moment the plane entered the country, his identity information passed the immigration verification. Upon receiving the news, Zheng Hao walked to the rear cabin door and locked it behind him.

So, I wailed during my confrontation with Xie Cunhui, crying as if the world were about to crumble to pieces the very next second.