27 Pearl is a beautiful little mermaid

She did not mention the dragon transformation. Ji Chengche lay in her warm, soft embrace, his head spinning. As he tried to recall the events leading up to his loss of consciousness, he found his memory a chaotic, murky blur.

"We should eliminate the high-ranking members of the Red Alliance instead. We cannot kill Hu Yu, but we are confident we can take out the Overlord and his crew!" a cultivator sitting nearby remarked.

"Firecracker, hold out your hand." At these words, Firecracker hurriedly extended both hands. One could see that his hands, stained with vibrant, multicolored dyes, were ulcerated in many places, and his fingernails were caked with years of accumulated pigment.

"Han Ning, it has been a long time." Immortal Venerable Canglan narrowed his eyes when he saw Han Ning.

The contractors who had arrived with Huang Xin and Zhang Shuo exchanged glances, nodded in unison, and walked out alongside the contractors from Hua Rong’s side. Both parties were deeply suspicious of each other, maintaining a wide distance as they moved outward with extreme caution.

"Since you have joined my sect, we are all brothers and sisters. Benefits are naturally shared; not only you, but Bu Qingyun will also receive a portion," Han Ning said softly.

"Fine, I understand." After hanging up the phone, she began to calculate. In truth, using the pseudonym Black Wind to sell medicine on the black market was not particularly conspicuous. Out of laziness and a desire to avoid unwanted attention, Chen Chen only let A-Zi pass the medicine to her underworld contacts when she was short on cash; she sold it only a few times a year.

Returning to the City Lord’s Mansion and heading toward his quarters, Zhang Shuo had barely stepped into the courtyard when he saw Zhou Zhiruo sitting at a stone table, her chin resting in her hands, lost in thought.

"Everyone is born with a conscience, but some people discard it, while others pick it back up again," Maria said softly, as if reflecting on something.

Listening to the Waves Pavilion? Zhong Yanming frowned. The most luxurious private room at the Heavenly Dragon Hotel was the Azure Cloud Pavilion, followed by the Sea View Pavilion. As for the Listening to the Waves Pavilion, while luxurious, it only ranked third.

Wang Fan felt a jolt of alarm. Just as he reached out to stop him, intending to warn him against alerting the guards and exposing them, he caught only a fleeting shadow, grasping at empty air as he watched Gu Feng charge into the prison.

Seeing Gu Feng defeat He Tianxiao in a single strike, Tie Ba suddenly shouted. It was the perfect opportunity to kill He Tianxiao while he was distracted, but no sooner had he spoken than he saw a sharp glint return to He Tianxiao’s dull, vacant eyes. A formidable aura erupted from his body, only to vanish as quickly as it had appeared.

This time, Zhong Yingwu suffered even more miserably, spitting out three mouthfuls of blood in succession until his face turned deathly pale.

Every time he listened to Old Man Zhou recount his youth, his blood would boil. It was as if he himself had once cut down enemies in all directions, battling sea beasts and slaying powerful foes. At dusk, watching those exhausted yet exhilarated adventurers dragging heaps of prey into the city, his eyes were filled with envy.

"Don’t you know?" Ren Tianmo was stunned; he had assumed Maria had already explained it to Veda.

Row upon row of ships sank into the depths under two volleys from over three hundred magic crystal cannons, and tens of thousands of players vanished into thin air. Swimming in the water had a time limit, generally determined by one’s profession and level; it relied on a stamina reserve, and once that was depleted, the only recourse was to return to the city for resurrection.

In reality, this was the key factor that prompted Wu Chao to call Bao Feiyang. Having decided to seize this opportunity—especially after the call went through—Wu Chao remained in such an agitated and nervous state that he completely forgot he was supposed to go to Zhao Jiajia’s house that evening.

The second objective was a side quest: use any means necessary to kill the giant pythons; the more you kill, the greater the reward.

The youth named Tiangang wore white robes; his face was refined, his lips red, his teeth white, and he was quite handsome.

Just as they were speaking, Zhao Er, that fellow, walked in. Seeing Liu Bili, he mistook her for a client and sat quietly in the corner.

After all, he could now sense his own spiritual power and possessed powerful control over his body, far surpassing others of the same cultivation level.

Yet, simultaneously, after those words were spoken, Jiang Mingzhe’s heart suddenly began to surge with emotion.

As the order was given, discipline prevailed; tens of thousands of soldiers acted in perfect unison, activating the spirit talismans in their hands. In an instant, streams of magical power surged across the city’s protective formation, rushing toward the plains where the demon beasts were charging.

Jin Yaoyu waved his hand. He did not want to continue this topic; it was meaningless. Two colony planets were too much for the Dawn Church to handle—trying to swallow them whole would be difficult to digest. Now that Planet One had appeared, it forced the church, which was already struggling to manage its current intake, to temporarily abandon the effort.

At the end of his remarks, Yu Weirui wore a cold sneer. Having obtained the Imperial Heaven Divine Bell and displayed its terrifying power, the Northern Underworld Demon King had become a target for many sects and races. Even the three supreme sects could not ignore the Northern Underworld Demon King now that he possessed the Imperial Heaven Divine Bell.

As the three high-grade Dao artifacts flew out, the impact was earth-shattering, instantly repelling the boundless radiant light of the treasures.

"Mr. Mo! Long time no see. This is the meat you like!" Xiao Wannie handed over a roasted pig, speaking with great respect.

"Musashi-kun, your artillery unit can take this chance to get some rest. We can indeed reach Fangcheng Port within three days, but there is a challenge for your artillery unit along the way." Nakadaira smiled as he spread out a military map of the Southwest region, pointing to a spot on the map as he spoke to Bijutsu Musashi.

It wasn't that Su Ping did this intentionally, but many vengeful spirits were incredibly persistent. Once they knew she understood the ways of yin and yang, they might resort to devious tricks. Teasing her was minor, but some would try every possible way to possess her body to finish tasks they had left uncompleted during their lives.