Chapter 76: Who Do You Think You Are?

The wager proposed by Zhou Lichun was enticing, but Cao Mang only let out a cold laugh.
“Do you even have the authority to give away those properties?”
Zhou Lichun found herself at a loss for words—she really didn’t have that right.
“If you win, at most, I’ll let you do with me as you wish.”
“Not interested!”
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Fatty felt as if he were in the state of “my heart is bitter, but I cannot speak,” yet he had to keep up the appearance of being high-spirited and full of fighting energy.
“I’d say that’s unlikely!” Seizing the moment, Su Qiao’er nestled into Sima Yao’s embrace, her voice carrying a hint of heaviness.
At this point, in heaven and earth, unless Tang Yi died, no matter what means were used, no one could wrest this void warship from his hands, nor could anyone else operate it.
The drone monitoring Fatty hovered before him for two seconds, scanned the area, and then withdrew.
The presence of hidden force was the most direct manifestation of one’s level, and the difference between the third and fourth tiers was by no means something that could be measured by just one realm.
I strained my eyes to the right front, and indeed, among all the swirling sand and winds, there was a stream of air like a white serpent, writhing from side to side—I knew that had to be the wind tunnel I was searching for.
Seeing that the stars were about to wipe out her wealth value, White Butterfly was scared out of her wits.
From the fleeting glimpse he’d just caught, though the details were unclear, he’d gotten the general idea. That thunderous threat, so startling and conveyed over a distance, was enough for the worldly-wise Song Ming to deduce most of it.
This starkly contrasting scene gradually took shape, vivid and real as though she were there herself, dealing a powerful shock to Lei. Her expression changed; she could no longer distinguish which was real and which was illusion.
The wandering poet sang and played, expressing the simplicity of his feelings. For such pure intentions, it seemed worth undertaking anything—do you understand?
It followed the sound and found the herb-gatherer it had once saved. Brother Qiu had told him to forget what happened here, so how had he found his way back?
Qiu Ming manipulated earth and stone to form a courtyard; houses appeared out of thin air, their roofs fashioned from tiles unseen by most in the mortal world.
When these people reached the edge of the pit, the Second Fate charged at them like a madman, his whole body drenched in blood—not his own, of course. Countless shadowy ghosts swooped out with him, pouncing upon the intruders.
Gong Qianzhu listened to the string of cause and effect, utterly bewildered. Leng Yixiu coughed lightly at her side, reminding Yun Luo that her final choice of words was less than appropriate.
“What’s this?” Laser Eye noticed the scroll beneath his feet, bent down to pick it up, and asked, somewhat hesitantly.
The magistrate departed, and Wang Jing breathed a sigh of relief—only to notice the coroner staring at him in horror. Looking down, he saw his trousers had betrayed him again; he hurriedly turned and made for the exit.
The foundation of the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Art was the inheritance of the demon god’s power. The macaque possessed this, but he couldn’t fathom why the headless corpse would also carry such an inheritance.
Old Xiao seized the opportunity to feign terror, returning to his spot and deliberately surveying the area in an exaggerated manner.
Upon seeing that Ling Zhoutian was of yellow-skinned descent, two beautiful women in high-slit cheongsams walked ahead of him.
Huang Zhengji was even thinner than Huang Hua, and the wind atop the mountain was fierce. Di Yunfeng feared that a single strong gust might sweep him off the cliff.
Long parted, Gong Jueyi felt as if a lifetime had passed when he met Murong Huaqing again. Now, seeing her, he realized things had changed; Murong Huaqing was no longer the person she once was.