Chapter 43: Might as Well Starve to Death

Fu Yanchi impatiently tapped his phone screen, his icy gaze sweeping across the room. "Can't you understand human speech?"

The woman cowered as she walked up to Fu Yanchi, her voice teetering on the verge of tears as she whispered, "Young Master Fu, could I... could I just strip for you alone?"

Fu Yanchi sneered, turning his head to exchange a glance with Zhuang Bo.

Zhuang Bo understood immediately and barked an order at the nearby waiter, "Go fetch your bar manager."

They had always lied to her, claiming that eating raw meat would cause parasites to grow in her belly and devour her internal organs, using this to frighten her.

Right at the start of the match, they traveled all the way to Port Gear, only for the game to drop a Military Base circle on them.

Growing to such a massive size, it was undoubtedly a supreme demon of the Dragon Mansion. Yet upon that mutilated carcass lay several terrifyingly ghastly marks; the indestructible turtle shell looked as though it had been ripped apart by some sharp claws. Seeing those horrific and ferocious marks, the three of them simultaneously drew a sharp breath.

Even with a mate, laying spider eggs rarely resulted in the hatching of a half-beast! Almost all of them ended up as failed evolutionary spider beasts.

If not for the existence of the wingman, many viewers believed that the time they got together would have been pushed back even further, or perhaps they might never have ended up together.

"Oh my, esteemed guests, what would you like to order?!" His face was piled with smiles, and his attitude toward them was vastly different from how he treated Yang Rui. The beads of sweat hanging from his brow were cascading down nonstop at this moment.

After all, given Mo Xiaozhu's current standing, she would look down upon ordinary animations, let alone collaborate on them.

"Speak human," Lin Fan said calmly. From Li Zuiwei's expression, he knew for a fact things could not possibly have happened that way.

Yan Ran looked at her with a deadpan earnestness. "Que Rao is dead. Do you think Que Huang truly doesn't hate me at all? Or perhaps, doesn't blame me?"

Wielding his sword in his right hand, Yunluo in hand, lightning suddenly flashed, shattering the void. Blazing flames devoured the sky, sweeping across the firmament. In an instant, the heavens were illuminated, the darkness completely shattered, and terrifying lightning raged as it clashed with the roaring flames to block the three opponents' assault.

"Go! Once we win this battle, brother will treat you to a drink," Ma Fuxiang nodded and said.

The Rainbow Light Tear has the power to distort space and time. As long as one possesses the Eye of the Rainbow Light Tear, they can use it to reverse time, alter an unwanted past, and create an envisioned future.

Sweeping in from ahead was none other than that bastard surnamed Tang, the very fellow who haunted his nightmares day after day.

The four-colored crystals on the ceiling shone with a white light. There were seventy-two holes on the walls, some containing statues, with more than half still empty.

Though it was unknown what had truly transpired in here, where this surge of powerful energy came from, or whose hands it was unleashed by?

With a direct thrust of his spear, after failing in his initial strike, Luo Chen abruptly shook his battle-qi wings, and his figure darted swiftly backward like a swallow.

The older one was an old man, a septuagenarian whose physique nonetheless appeared quite robust. Liu Qingshan could not help casting a few extra glances.

Liu Qingshan fell to his knees. Drinking water makes one think of its source; regardless of what the ancestors of the Divine Dragon lineage were, he had indeed benefited greatly from them. Moreover, it was precisely because of the Dragon's power that he was able to live a life more brilliant than ordinary people and possess things others could never obtain.

If his guess was wrong, he would be doomed to eternal damnation. But if he made no choice at all, everyone—including time itself—would be buried here.

A cultivator exiled for crimes to a mid-level sect in the northwest was actually taken in as an outer disciple by the commander-in-chief of the Descent Camp.

Duan Qiu was cultivating and did not participate in the operation; if every little matter required him to take action, how could the others make any progress?

Of course, if I didn't use a few schemes to keep you, what would I do if someone else snatched you away? Wouldn't I be destined to live as a bachelor for the rest of my life?

One being a demon lord and the other an emperor, neither yielded an inch in their auras as they crashed fiercely into one another.