Chapter Thirty-Six: Sammo and the Glacier

Inside the room, Chi Xiaoxiao did not encounter the uninvited guest he had anticipated breaking through the door. He sighed a little regretfully, “I didn’t expect this one to be so cautious. I was even considering how to lie face-to-face.”

Jade Zhen wiped the sweat from her brow and took out the mirror once more, but the person on the other end had already shut down the magical device. Presumably, Protector Fuyan had heard someone intruding into the barrier and promptly severed the connection to avoid causing Jade Zhen further trouble.

At this moment, the magical mirror was nothing but an ordinary mirror, reflecting Jade Zhen’s pale and indifferent face.

“Protector Fuyan has cut off contact with the device,” Jade Zhen offered the mirror to the Demon Lord.

Chi Xiaoxiao waved it off carelessly. “No matter. I’ve said almost everything I needed to with my eldest sister, so I’ll be going first.” With that, he vanished.

Because divine abilities are varied and unrestricted by cultivation, a powerful technique can kill enemies beyond one’s level—this is what is meant by “realm cannot compete with divine abilities.”

Just as Jiang Yu subdued the Iron Tree Flower and relaxed his guard, Luo Huang and the Qin family’s retainers, long prepared, finally made their move again.

At this point, Ding Yuan lost interest. His informant in the army had reported that Lü Bu had been visited repeatedly by a fellow townsman these past few days, and today had even gone out to greet him at the camp gate. Ding Yuan had thought something significant was happening. He waited until Lü Bu and his townsman entered the camp before coming to take a look.

Mu Yuchen gathered his own people, handed each a pill, and explained its importance.

“Furious Fool, aren’t you leaving?” Taishi Ci paused beside Yun Ting, who was lost in thought, and called out to him.

The middle-aged man’s expression turned awkward for a moment, then he curled his lip and walked toward the screen.

“Will you do it or not!” Ye Chen said coldly, as if the old man dared to refuse, he would be skinned alive.

Fang Yi, with a cold expression, stepped forward and stomped on the enormous head of the black serpent.

“Farewell. If there is reincarnation in this world, perhaps we shall meet again.” Xiang Hao whispered, bowed deeply, and departed.

This time, everyone in the room was startled; their eyes focused on the front door, instantly recognizing the person who had appeared as the magazine’s elusive boss.

He could not let A Bao fall into the hands of the police first, for then he would spend his life in prison.

Hearing Liu Xiao’s words, I couldn’t help but smile, but said nothing more, then prepared to head toward the classroom door.

The more I watched, the more anxious I became. This couldn’t go on; it was clear the two paper puppet golems were no match for the giant serpent.

Yu Yanran spoke coldly. For some reason, when she heard about Luo Hao and Mu Xinyu—especially when Luo Hao actually fought Shangguan Hong for her—a nameless anger rose in her heart.

He reached out and pulled Du Youyou into his arms, ignoring her feeble struggles, carrying her toward the bathroom.

Alcohol is something you crave when you don’t drink, but after drinking too much, you loathe it. Now my grandfather and I are so sick of beer, we feel nauseous just looking at it; everything appears blurry.

The hand tightly gripping the sofa slowly loosened, resting again on the man’s back. The movement was slow and weak.

Ye Feng reached out and grabbed the swords of both men, crushing their treasured weapons with a snap.

“Liushai, go down and find out what happened!” I immediately turned and glanced at Liushai.

“If you won’t tell the truth, I won’t let you go!” Xia Zechen carried her to the seat, holding her close as he sat, making her sit on his lap and embracing her tightly.

“All right, let’s go over there!” Seeing not only Liu Feng entering battle mode, but also two survivors climbing onto the truck with submachine guns, vigilant of their surroundings.

The black stain on the scythe gradually dissipated under the surge of white light, while Bai Lengye felt her scalp tingle.

Wu Ziqiang had no idea how to respond—should he encourage, comfort, crack a joke to distract, or tell him to hang in there? Wu Ziqiang felt unqualified to say anything to Li Dali. He had used Li Dali, yet Li Dali trusted him so much. Wu Ziqiang’s heart was in turmoil.