Chapter Fifty-Seven: Fear and Dread

“Why do you ask, chubby girl?”

As Lou Yu quietly laid out his plans for the future, he had not overlooked Wang Heng’s earlier question.

But Wang Heng herself, thrown off by Lou Yu’s interruption, forgot what she had asked.

Her mouth hung open, confusion written all over her plump, fair face.

Lou Yu thought: This girl is even rounder.

Still, she remained as adorable as ever—like a freshly steamed bun.

Even if there were feelings between them, it was only mutual support and reliance—or, to be more blunt, mutual exploitation.

Within the array, sword energy surged again, rushing from all directions toward Han Ning. As it drew near, it erupted in a violent explosion.

Chu Luoxi nodded. She understood, though her mindset hadn’t adjusted yet. Besides, it was the first time she’d been valued by a peer and helped so earnestly as a potential talent; she couldn’t help feeling a little guilty.

Yuan Ruolin’s eyes widened, not even understanding how she died, as her body collapsed to the ground.

The monsters hadn’t approached yet, but ten thousand ability users, having taken the mutant enhancement evolution fluid, had already charged ahead.

Eventually, when things piled up and offended the wrong person, everything erupted instantly, spiraling out of control and forcing Star Entertainment to abandon her.

“Thud!” Chu Luoxi flopped onto the bed. Fine, she had to admit, Master Xiao’s explanation was powerful and convincing. She almost couldn’t withstand it. As for these two, she could only worship them.

The quiet room’s window was special. From inside, you could see clearly five miles away—the entire West Street was within view. But from outside, there was no way to see in.

Ouyang Qing’s face froze, and she waved her hands repeatedly. She didn’t want to eat, because Zhi Zhi had already climbed onto the table, finishing its chicken leg and now munching on its favorite treat. After all, she wasn’t going to feed it like Zi Yan did.

Seeing that Na Lanxue and Jiang Yue hurriedly rushed off, Yan Niang was embarrassed. She turned and glared at Mo Jiang, who was clearly also taken aback, shoved him, blushed furiously, and ran away herself.

A trace of guilt flashed in Shen Feng’s eyes. He was about to check on Yi Qianyu’s injuries when the God Lord’s voice rang out in the air.

Mu Zhen smiled silently, offering no explanation. Suddenly, a blank jade slip appeared in his hand. After engraving it with spiritual consciousness, he tossed it to Li Mu.

Murong Shanshan cried out nervously. As I stepped through the door, the Han Guang Sword unleashed a powerful surge of sword energy, slashing down. Those five necromancers weren’t spared, each losing nearly a third of their vitality.

At that moment, a bewitching purple spell shot from behind, enveloping me in a sickly purple haze.

The Thunder Seal and Thunder Dragon Claw clashed several times. From the shattering of the Thunder Seal at first, to the Thunder Dragon Claw’s golden light growing dim and losing strength.

Yun Jinze was trying knife-cut noodles for the first time, but after tasting them, his eyes lit up. In moments, the entire bowl was gone, and he praised the flavor without reservation.

Arriving at the second floor of the cafeteria, they took seats in the largest room. The chef and waiters began bringing out dishes. In the middle of the table was a huge pot, filled with enticing food that looked like a dry pot dish.

Li Mu, relying solely on his physical strength, rammed into the young monk, splitting his limbs. Yet the monk’s vitality was strong; he still hadn’t died. Then a blood-red blade flew in, piercing his abdomen, and the monk turned to ash, not even leaving bones behind.

Everyone was bewildered. Was it necessary? With so many guns pointed at him, why bother with words? If he won’t come down, just finish him off.

Tian Gui now hated the hammer, but his Kui Ba puppet hadn’t moved yet, when a lingering bell rang out overhead.