39 The Man-Eating House (Thirty-six)

It was only that the two giants failed to notice that before Zhan Luo died, she had sealed her avatar within the divine weapon, which became the key to unlocking the divine miracle.

"You... never mind. Let's head back first, or it will lead to misunderstandings," Zheng Pan said. Since the first step was accomplished, the rest could be taken slowly; Zheng Pan was not worried.

Li Mufan swept his divine sense over the petal and discovered that it contained a wealth of information. Without hesitation, he swallowed the petal whole.

The sudden turn of events startled the companions of the frivolous man. By the time they regained their senses, the young man had already been thrown out of the carriage. Immediately, they drew their weapons and surrounded Fang Yiyu and his group.

It was only from Luo Zhiqing that Miao Pu learned of the existence of these quasi-"Desolate God" members, whose initial awakening steps were identical to those of the organization's factions, but who had pursued the pioneer path of the "Desolate God Crowd" in their middle and later stages.

Just as they arrived at the entrance of the General's Mansion, the steward came to greet them and whispered a few words to Yu Zhiyuan. Yu Zhiyuan nodded, while Yu Mingxu, standing to the side, said smugly, "Father, look! I told you we would succeed this time!" At this, he burst into laughter.

"Without that supreme magical artifact, and without the two existences at the King Realm, killing you has become much easier. Rise, wind, boom..." Wu Shuang was also blasted into the air, suffering heavy injuries, yet he continued to laugh as if these people had fallen right into a trap.

Upon hearing this, Baorong nodded and quickly left the General's Mansion, heading toward the Eighth Prince's residence.

The Soul-Slashing Ghost King advised earnestly, "None of us have ever seen people from the secular world, nor do we have experience fighting them. Engaging them rashly will surely lead to our disadvantage. This Mo Sheng knows us better than we know him; as one gains, the other loses, and the outcome is unpredictable."

At this moment, Chu Yuze had already begun to discuss the matter with General Chen. The General was hesitant about Leng Fengran's idea, but since the other party was a prince, he had to show some respect and listened patiently, only to find that it was, in fact, a viable strategy.

Gu Dongjue pulled the quilt down, revealing her head. Her cheeks were flushed, and after their intimacy, her eyes were veiled in mist, looking movingly beautiful.

As the evening lights flickered on and traffic flowed, Chen Jiran parked the car directly in front of the mall, which was famous for its luxury goods.

Wang Cheng'en, seeing this, quickly stroked the back of the Chongzhen Emperor to soothe his breathing.

Wan Huashun looked over and saw from a distance that many people were standing outside the stockade waiting. He couldn't help but smile; they were quite thoughtful, which was good.

After searching for a day, as dusk fell, the group had no choice but to head home, regardless of whether they had found wild vegetables. Liu Zhong dispersed along with the others. He had been searching for wild vegetables there for five or six days, yet after leaving that day, he never appeared again.

Inside Suite 2201 of Building 6 at Boyue Liyuan, the central air conditioning provided a comfortable, pleasant temperature, shielding one from the unbearable heat of midsummer and offering a spring-like comfort.

Zhou Zhining nodded in understanding, tilting her head to gaze at the curtain of rain outside the car window. She seemed to be earnestly recalling the past, her expression shifting between sorrow and helplessness. After a long while, she slowly opened her lips and began to recount her story.

As the car traveled along the road, it naturally encountered traffic lights, slowing down and accelerating. Every time this happened, their bodies rubbed against each other, nearly making them lose control of their voices. Anthony pressed her head down, kissing her lips to stifle her irrepressible moans. Their scorching and fervent breaths intertwined, thick with ambiguity.

If an anti-aircraft artillery position were hit, a massive crater several meters in diameter would instantly be blasted out. As for the artillery, personnel, and ammunition that had been at the site, they were naturally vaporized and detonated by the high temperature at the very moment of impact.

On the flight from the capital to Hong Kong, such words kept echoing in Qin Tian's mind.

At this moment, Dad ignored Totori, who was clinging to his head like an octopus, and sat listlessly on the sofa with blank eyes, leaning back against the cushion.

...Thirty minutes later, through a plan calculated by the high-intelligence optical computer based on a vast amount of collected information, Dragon Tooth had basically seized control of the "Genesis" base. The information retrieval operation began in earnest.

In the Snow Lake Marsh once lived a pack of Jigu beasts, occupying a very vast territory. Although they could not be compared to Tier 10 monsters, they were almost invincible among those below Tier 9.

Though they were reluctant to admit it, they had to acknowledge that they indeed had the qualifications to make such arrogant statements.

The ominous words of Rau Le Creuset seemed to echo in his ears, and cold sweat soaked through Kira Yamato's pilot suit.

Time seemed to have come to a standstill. The Longevity Fruit Tree offered no persuasion; at this moment, Changning needed to make the decision herself.

"Then Brother Gao, Sister Qingqing, Sister Su, Brother Qingyuan, Xia'er will be leaving now!" Rong Yixia bowed, and after receiving nods from the group, she slowly exited.

At this very moment, Zhuge Baihe had already been waiting anxiously at the entrance of the Yangsheng Hall for a long time.

The corridor, which had been bustling just moments ago, was now filled only with the sound of Xiong Qi's heavy breathing. The gun barrels that had popped out from the surrounding walls were all rendered immobile by Xiong Qi's strike, drooping at their firing positions, unable to even retract.

The armies were gathered, and the clouds of war were thick! A decisive battle between Rome and the Germanic tribes was about to unfold in this place.

Yet, Zhuge Liang had suddenly reached the sixth level of the Nascent Soul Realm, which was truly quite surprising.

Xie Yan was in a miserable state, surrounded in the middle. His clothes were soaked through by the rain, covered in broken eggs and rotting vegetables. His expression was obscured, and he was barely recognizable.

"You!" This disciple was amused by Xiao He's sophistry. "You want me to know? Can't you just hit me once? And hitting people without hitting the face—are you sure you slapped me for any reason other than to humiliate me?"