(140) Hail

Liu Yi shoveled food into her mouth with gusto, ignoring the delectable Xiao Feng.

Meanwhile, Liang Zuan had sunk into the depths of his memories. On his twelfth birthday banquet, he had been framed as a thief and learned he was a fake son of the Di family. In a daze, he was pushed by Di Hui, tumbled down the stairs, broke his leg, and was tossed back to the Liang family like trash. The Liang family were working-class; his biological parents were being sabotaged at work and had no time to attend to him in his injured state.

Madam Fu’s face went pale. She knew her husband’s temperament; what he said, he was certainly capable of doing.

Ascending Mount Moyan, they passed the Thunder Birds and the Venom-Gu Birds along the way. Fortunately, the Venom-Gu Birds were slow; otherwise, even if they hadn't been killed, they would have been stripped of a layer of skin by the poison.

The newcomer was clad in golden armor, with a jade-like face and crimson lips. His eyes flashed with a piercing sense of righteousness; he did not appear to be a man of muddled judgment.

"Sister Diliya, even if you struggle against us like this, you will never escape the arrangements of fate."

It was a clichéd hero story—the brave warrior and the demon king were the eternal themes. Thus, when Setir recounted this tale, he did so with a tone of irrepressible mockery.

Mu Xinnuan was surprised by Gao Chunhua’s words, but seeing the expression on her face, she could guess the reason well enough.

As Dolores laughed and made her way back slowly, Baron Frona was indeed, just as Dolores had imagined, experiencing a very peculiar state of mind.

Tang Hao attacked more than he defended; after all, having heard the words of the Tang Emperor, he knew he had to win, no matter what.

After regrouping, Chen Yang immediately called Shi Beiluo "Big Brother" and nodded to Tian Nu. He then offered his respects to Master Ku and Yu Hualong. He was unruly and defiant when facing Hua Tianhuang, but now, before Master Ku and Yu Hualong, he performed the respectful bow of a junior. This gesture put both Master Ku and Yu Hualong at ease.

The others responded with helpless expressions. Could a bizarre TV show like this really become a hit? Could it be liked by foreigners?

His heart stirred, and the phantom of the Yellow Emperor behind him, which had grown dim from overexertion, instantly dissipated. At the same time, a ripple of water-blue energy radiated from his body and spread outward.

That mass of blood-red light instantly submerged into the skull of the fierce beast, emitting a strange, vibrating hum.

The Bulls were leading by seven points, and fifteen of those points came from Lin Ruofeng alone. Only three minutes into the game, he had already sunk four three-pointers.

"I’ll tell you! We’ll tell you everything! Don’t kill us, don’t do it!" The two assassins groveled on the ground, begging for mercy. Though they were assassins who killed without blinking, that did not mean they were not afraid of death.

"Then these three items. Pick a good pair of glasses to go with the Ring of Death." Zhang Zhen felt these three would suffice; in reality, any one of them would be an invincible treasure.

However, at this moment, He Yiming sensed something ominous, as his Crystal Turtle Sphere suddenly rolled backward.

With a sharp, tearing sound like silk being shredded, the sword light slashed through the air, instantly piercing the vast expanse and striking before the fighter jet.

"Take me to pay." Liu Hao looked at the villa before him. He truly liked it; although the price exceeded his budget, he was a wealthy tycoon now, after all—money was no object.

"Enough talk. In consideration of the fact that you were brought here by my junior brother, leave your sword seals and you may go," Yan Lang said coldly, stroking the head of his Nether Leopard.

Tong Mu’s sudden coldness made him feel as though he had been betrayed, making his own desperate, reckless love seem as foolish and ridiculous as a clown’s.

Chen Xiu was remarkably candid. If he had to do it all over again, he would still choose to let Yuan Boye of Shanyang throw Yanzhou into chaos. But who could have foreseen that Yuan Boye would be so ruthless, turning the paradise of Shanyang into a scorched, hellish wasteland?

After staring blankly for a while, Hu Zhen completely forgot his image as the supreme sovereign and burst into hearty laughter.