Chapter 120: Wang Yujue

In the dim corner of the cellar, a man’s suppressed sobs came slowly. Ji Wen watched Xing Jue kneeling on the ground, his crying growing ever more heartrending—from faint choking sobs to piercing wails—and let out a bitter, crooked smile. Siyao and the beloved A Jue had endured hardship all these years... only such suffering could express the pain he bore, only then could they honor his father who had died unjustly beneath the earth.

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Lin Feng glanced over—no more, no less—twenty rounds. Good stuff. He stored them all in his inventory, unaware that his originally eighty-item capacity was once again nearing full.

There were clearly two roads with military police cars, and only one without. After confirming that Quan Yi and Lu Shang were both inside the military vehicle, the remaining path, even if guarded by undercover cops, still offered a chance to escape.

“Whoever falls behind deserves it. Stay close to me, got it?” I said, snatching the blade from the man who had rushed in earlier.

He could sense the pressure emanating from Jiang Fan, but that was all; he didn’t think Jiang Fan’s combat strength was particularly formidable.

She never expected Gong Yu to appear here, let alone see her in such an embarrassing state.

“Everyone, please share your opinions first.” After a slight pause, Shen Mengya spoke up.

Countless people had beaten their chests, swearing they witnessed the miraculous moment when the Divine Dragon saved someone, then soared into the heavens.

Another dry cough, eyes shadowed, as she picked up an ointment and gently applied it to the reddened, broken skin on her back.

He carried a walkie-talkie, and the conversation with Yang Xiu was crystal clear. The necessary information had already begun to be gathered back then.

After parting with Su Yi, Gong Yu arrived at the film crew. No sooner had she arrived than she saw Qi Jiajia chatting with Huo Luan, seemingly unaware of what they were discussing.

At that time, he could command the wind and rain at will, never troubled by anything.

Upon hearing this, Xiang Long was somewhat surprised. He glanced at Gai Luo, whose delicate face bore a faint trace of anger. The words she had spoken to everyone yesterday came to mind. He glanced once at the sleeping Ruth, then took Gai Luo’s hand and headed outside.

“To your safe arrival, cheers.” Zhu Meier took a delicate sip of wine and set the glass on the tea table.

Shao Yan directly unleashed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, instantly enveloping the bloodwave flower spirit. Secretly chanting the hidden soldier’s incantation, he prepared to refine the bloodwave flower.

According to Zephyr Tina’s account, when she left Naze, they had parted ways near the Dead Mountain in Darkmoon City. Now, she wasn’t quite sure where Naze resided—after all, that had been over a decade ago.

Though its name contained the character for “human,” it was in fact a malevolent demon. Each time it appeared, terrible disasters followed. It seemed to flaunt its achievements by deliberately leaving clues of its presence, yet humans regarded it as a harbinger of disaster rather than the disaster itself.

“What are you looking at me for? Do you think I’m getting more handsome?” Long Sheng laughed heartily.

When Xiang Long brought Mei Lu to the Magic Court, it was already noon. Fortunately, Xiang Long’s arrival was not in vain; around a corner, he spotted Fan Seng just leaving.

“No matter whether we can afford it or not, when buying things in the department store, etiquette dictates first come, first served.”

On a desolate ice field, the sky twisted and churned with lightning and thunder. Soon, a circular rift tore open in the void, and several glowing figures slowly emerged.

Dressed in a black suit, holding a goblet, his sharply chiseled face looked like a character stepped straight out of a comic. Emerging from the night’s mist, even the monkeys thought this vampire’s every move was a model of etiquette.

Not only that, but its fangs appeared sharper, limbs sturdy, surrounded by an invisible aura. Moreover, its pupils differed from ordinary golden hamsters; they weren’t deep black but a vivid scarlet, like beads of blood.