Chapter 92: The Escaping Spirit Creature

"You wretch! You have ruined our family’s fortune and our good deeds. Today, I will fight you to the death."

No sooner had the village chief finished speaking than he bared a pair of hideous fangs. Blood began to seep from his crimson eyes.

The others were so terrified that they trembled like chaff and stumbled back several paces.

The village chief cast aside all reason. Grabbing the first weapon he could find, he swung it viciously at me.

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After a moment of thought, the others all agreed to the plan. As Steve Rogers once said, there was no changing the way supervillains were scattered. Even if they might already have been exposed, trying to stop them would only lead to one outcome: being surrounded by the supervillains, then utterly defeated and killed.

According to ancestral custom, on the anniversary of the founding emperor’s death, the current sovereign must go to the imperial mausoleum and observe mourning for three days.

However, the Empress Dowager’s plan to seize Lu Yuanfeng was already like an arrow on the string. At such a moment, His Majesty truly should not, and indeed could not, interfere any further.

In other words, the red side’s jungler, Li Bai, had almost never had even a single moment from the start of the match to now when he could farm monsters in peace.

Luo Hao recalled the feeling he had back then, as if he had died. He had sunk into a void of darkness, then returned to life, yet after being revived it was as though something had been lost, leaving behind a blank stretch of memory.

"This is an ancient and monstrous species, the Dragon Loach! Peak late-stage Supreme Realm! Mastery of the fourth-tier divine power!" Yi Fan’s pupils constricted.

She had heard that Yi Fan was preparing to enter the secret realm in search of chaos-grade heavenly treasures, and she was thrilled. That night, she served him with even greater diligence.

Sean said many things, many he had never said to anyone before. Among them were no few astonishing matters, but Maria Hill merely listened, her expression solemn and attentive, yet she said not a word.

"What do you suggest?" Changsheng had always been full of clever ideas, and Fang Chen wanted to hear his opinion.

"I love you! I do not even know when it began, but somewhere along the way, I fell in love with you!" Fang Jinghao declared his feelings once more, with certainty.

For Li Zhi, however, this was good news, because he already had five hidden questline rewards. Add this one, and the next hidden questline could either be used to combine these rewards into a truly useful prize, or to complete yet another hidden questline.

How fierce. "Yes, I know nothing. I can’t compare to Min Xiaoying in anything. Her soup is never greasy, her porridge is delicious—I’m nowhere near as good as she is!" Hui Cai simply raised her voice.

The boy walking last seemed to have just washed his hands; he was wiping them with a handkerchief, and I looked closely. These days, very few people still used handkerchiefs, let alone an Hermès one. I had seen it in a magazine before. At the time, the editor said it was the arrogance of nobility, stolen from the bones.

Shen Duo took the damp quilt outside; no one knew what he went to do. I fell asleep again, and did not even know when he returned later.

The inn where Zhong Nan stayed was not far from the Worthy Temple. Though modest in scale, it enjoyed a tranquil setting and, importantly, did not run afoul of any excessive regulations. Both he and Qiu Xiang were very satisfied. The inn was called Pure Heart, and its furnishings matched the name. Each guest room was small in size, ideal for examination candidates from afar.

In truth, I had already been making calculations in my mind. If a man like Lu Ge could only serve as deputy class monitor, then throughout Liu Xin’s class, there would only be one person who could surpass him.

Because of the game’s special mechanics, sleeping within the game produced the same restorative effect as sleeping in reality. If there were any difference at all, it would probably only be in bodily functions; as for the mind, there was truly little to distinguish them.

"You’re still being so polite with me!" Han Zaicheng did not take these things to heart. Though he appeared cold on the outside, within him there was another warmth, unseen by others.