Chapter 130

Jiang Lei cast a sidelong glance at Qiao Anming. The smile that had been on his face moments ago had vanished, replaced by a dark, ominous expression. Having served by his side for so many years, Jiang Lei knew well his master’s ability to remain unruffled, yet this time, he could not quite manage to control his own features.

Before she could react, his handsome face magnified infinitely before her eyes. She could see the fine texture of his skin in vivid detail. Mo Jingyuan’s long, black-velvet lashes fluttered against her face, and there was a warmth upon her lips, as if she were being cherished, tasted with gentle, lingering deliberation.

"So what if I’m watching? You’ve made a fool of yourself; are you not allowed to be mocked?" The noble young man was no pushover. These young aristocrats would all be competitors tomorrow, so he was naturally not one to shy away from a confrontation.

The youth had not yet emerged from the humiliation he had just endured. He bit his lower lip tightly, saying nothing, his brown eyes filled with fury and despair.

No sooner had she left than Mo Jingyuan arrived at the design department. Seeing the empty desk, his handsome brows furrowed.

"Healed? Do you not realize that the current level of medical care is quite limited? Many injuries are difficult to treat, and Brother Gu and the others are already preparing to transfer you to the General Hospital in the capital." Su Xiaotang could not help but roll her eyes at him.

After all, if Zheng Zha were to leak information about the God Space here, he would be erased.

Of course, this alone was not enough to make him a household name. More importantly, Memphis was very young—only thirty-five this year—and possessed a naturally handsome face. From time to time, he would make cameo appearances in films, displaying quite impressive acting skills.

At this moment, the frantic barking of Golden reached into the house, mixed with the angry scolding of Mother Su.

After he drove away, I realized I had forgotten my luggage in his back seat. I hurriedly took out my phone to call him and ask him to turn back, but then I thought of the urgent matter he had to attend to, and since I wasn't in a hurry for the luggage, I put the phone away.

Seeing this, Lin Xiayan could not help but clench her fists. She had always wanted to know the whereabouts of Bi Nanzhen, never expecting that she had been taken away by villains.

As soon as Ning Zeyan left, Lin Youyou noticed a blanket draped over his chair. She limped over to retrieve it, intending to go to sleep.

This was not a place where he could safely recover from his wounds; he was only here to rest for a short while.

"You want me to serve you water? You are too presumptuous." Zhao Qingxuan's voice grew raspy with irritation.

Lin Nanyan could not let him take it out. To have the contents of the letter read aloud in front of the Fifth Prince would be mortifying, so she hurriedly tried to stop him.

The most precious delicacies often appear unremarkable on the surface, and the sensations brought about by cultivation are always much the same.

Taking advantage of the momentum from Shen Ning's great victory, Li Yuanxiao ordered the Third Division of Dongguan Commandery to begin their assault. The Third Division pushed northward, immediately striking the central region of Dongguan. In contrast, the Qingzhou forces suffered defeat after defeat, forced to rely primarily on defense.

Tong Cheng'er thought that since the results would be out before long, there was no need to say anything more; speaking too much would only make the Shumulu clan suspicious.

Xia Ziyu’s gaze was filled with doubt. His grandfather had told him that the Qin clan had gone into hiding before the changes in heaven and earth. Yet, these elders of the Qin clan had remained safe and sound for a million years, showing no signs of nearing their end; their cultivation must have reached the pinnacle.

As for people in other industries, even if they received such information, they would rarely have the opportunity to express it to others, mostly dismissing it as their own strange, rambling thoughts.

However, to Fan Jian, the Transmission Elder commanded no respect; he had harbored quite a few grievances against him back in the day.

The strategic position of Mian City was extremely high. To the south lay De City, occupied by Liu Yu, and further down was Shu Capital.

Nero was stunned, not quite understanding what Jiang Hao meant, but from the term "hitchhiking," he managed to grasp a portion of Jiang Hao's intent.

Thinking of this, Li Zimu’s mind filled with images of Mozi, Qi Jiguang, Dai Zi, Liu Ye, and others, or even various weapons that bore the stamp of a dynasty despite lacking a specific inventor.

At this moment, Lin Mu held the God-Slaying Spear, transformed from the God-Slaying Sword, its power no less formidable than the Blazing Dragon Spear in Qi Hai’s hand.

Sang Ziyi, Li Xiang, Bai Ying, Gan Hou, and Hei Bao watched as Lu Yan slowly raised his palms. Wisps of green mist coiled around his fingertips, and his nails lengthened bit by bit, the ghastly white points extending more than an inch.

This attire could be considered the height of fashion at the time; even decades later, it would still pass for a trendy everyday look.

Therefore, to avoid unnecessary trouble, the essence of specializing as a necromancer must indeed be classified as taboo; it is enough to simply know what it can be used for.

"The gods are truly powerful. With my vitality of over three thousand points, I can block their attacks at most three times," Sargeras said, no longer feigning ignorance, and dropped a bombshell with a grave expression.

He Li never expected that danger would befall her. Although she and Lei Xuan were classmates, she did not know that the latter's identity was far from simple, with a remarkably powerful background.

Previously, the Dark Demon had ordered her to attack with the Scythe of Death, and now, without a word of nonsense, Sasha had come to torment her herself.

As Li Ang spoke, the generals no longer hesitated. After bowing in acknowledgment, they immediately led their troops to prepare for battle.

Sure enough, as he charged over, he swung a powerful palm at me from the left. I knew he wanted to force me to receive the blow with my left hand, so I complied with his wishes. In the blink of an eye, I swung my left hand out, meeting Liao Hai’s palm head-on.

This scene caused the Golden Lion to turn pale. Previously, he had paid no mind to it at all. Even if Qin Yi could withstand his attacks, Qin Yi had never taken the initiative to strike back, leading him to conclude that Qin Yi lacked the ability to threaten him.

At the same time, a tall, burly man directly in front also accelerated, charging toward Ye Fan.

Combined with his vastly improved high-grade Yellow-rank martial arts, defeating Li Yan would not be difficult; it could even be called easy.

The Sword Burial Valley was now falling apart, with most of its people dead. When the incident occurred, there were many things Mo Chen had no time to investigate.

The northern Ning family possessed an army of over ten thousand. Although nominally a private guard, their combat effectiveness was terrifying. Since the Sixth Prince of the Ning family personally trained them decades ago, followed by the initial formation in the years that followed, the Ning family had maintained two forces of different scales.

Xiao Yu’s punch struck through, unstoppable as a falling mountain, carrying endless golden light and an explosive, ferocious aura that shattered the palm of Bei Rulai before striking upward like lightning.