Volume One, Chapter 21: The Person Above May Not Be Bian Xunzhou Himself… Not Himself?

Ye Lin was secretly snickering as she watched the others; she noticed everyone else was quietly laughing as well, in fact, they had all been in this channel from the start.

Qiao Bo grabbed Song Ning’s arm and headed out, completely ignoring the man who had followed behind him.

Liao Sui offered him a cigarette, but Gu Sheng declined, taking out his own—this was given to him by Ye Lin, and only then did his expression ease a bit.

The voices of discussion grew louder and more frequent, and soon, most of those present looked at the Second Lady of the Marquis’s Residence with contempt and suspicion in their eyes.

The awkward situation in Zone Z left players seething, but also yearning for the two major leagues. What kind of scene would that be, after all?

Although I’d like to tell you to take your time to consider, the current situation is growing ever more perilous, and what we lack most is time. If you’re unwilling to shoulder this responsibility, Yu Xiang and I must seek out the next person willing to take it on.

Now, the Military Intelligence Office not only collects all kinds of information, but also develops and trains spies; the workload is immense. If Xu Wanzhou weren’t young and hadn’t served as a soldier for several years, it’s unlikely an ordinary person could have held out.

“Your Majesty, are you feeling unwell? Did you not rest properly?” Zhong Nan was genuinely concerned, for in his mind, sincerity was the most important quality in dealing with friends, regardless of their status.

The force rebounded—Behemoth took a step back, while Ye Zheng stepped back twice! In a contest of strength, few professions could rival a berserker.

Thunder Escape! This fellow actually wanted to slip away like that! How could Liu Shuguang let him leave? It had taken him so much effort to get past the Twelve Cauldron Gates. How could he just let the fat duck in hand escape?

When Fiona heard this, her eyes lit up—she hadn't expected Sara to have Ye Feng follow her to learn swordsmanship in such a way.

“That won’t do, that won’t do, the old man never steals what others love,” the old drunk hurriedly refused.

The last two requirements could be ignored, only ten thousand—no need to pay much attention—but the kindness value demanded was so high? Seven zeros? Ten million!? She only had fifteen hundred points now; how long would it take to accumulate ten million? Previously, she thought the unmet requirements in the system announcement were difficult, but now it seemed even greater challenges lay ahead.

Swish, swish, swish! The Supreme Dragon Flute flew from Kang Ming’s hand straight into Liu Shuguang’s grasp.

“Sister, what do you think will happen tonight… if I invite Liu Yuxiao out?” In the laboratory, Jin stared at Lan Rui’s computer screen and asked.

The Lord of Sword Ghost City sensed the opening of the Spirit Hall and hurried over, seeing Xue Wuhen emerge from within. The Underworld Dao Domain still existed inside the hall—he had forged it with the power of heaven and earth at great cost to his vitality.

After learning that the Roc Demon King had left the human realm and returned to the demon world, Ling Yun and Bi Yunfei returned to the capital to prepare for their wedding.

“Who is making such a racket outside? Do they not know this is a place for deliberation, and no one is allowed to disturb?” Lan Yongming inquired.

Perhaps in her unconscious state, she knew it was nothing but a dream. That’s why she instinctively rejected and resisted it.

Under such scorching pain, Lin Qingfan’s body began to tremble violently, and instantly, the turquoise energy inside him was turned upside down.

Next, the Black Blade, the Walker’s Garb, the Shield Ring, and the Giant’s Fist Arm were equipped one after another.

Every year, Madam Su would hope that the Emperor would summon those who celebrate in the imperial capital, including Prince Ji, but he’d only returned once every three or five years. The last time Prince Ji was called back was last year, so this year the likelihood of seeing Shen Cangxiu was slim—making it a pleasant surprise for the Shen family.

With divine fire protecting his body, Lin Qingfan was unafraid of the solar essence flames and easily entered the blazing light, carefully examining the coffin within.

“You’re talking about him?” Instructor Chen Bing sat in his office, looking through the window at Ding Changsheng, who was approaching outside.

But such a terrifying figure ultimately failed, so is there still hope for the path of immortality?

“People envy cultivators, but do they know that cultivators die as well? And when they die, not even their bones remain!” Elder Zhu shook his head and sighed softly.

So when it was rumored that Wei Changying wanted to learn martial arts, the family servants fought fiercely, but in the end, it benefited Jiang Zheng, who had no foundation and only entered the Wei household by chance.

After speaking, he shoved his hands back into his pockets. Ye Ke tried to pull him, but he refused to let his hands out.

Though only the First Combat Brigade was deployed in this battle, the brigade had ample reinforcements.

“Sorry, I really am a native of this land, just as you said!” Ye Fan replied.

And when the shriveled hand formed from black energy sank into the bodies of the fifteen war gods held by the Grim Reaper, it instantly turned into countless wisps of black smoke.

These matters might be tough for ordinary people outside, but in their circle, it seemed hardly significant.

Li Yan and his parents were still baffled, unable to understand how Yin Junfeng and Tie Xiangxue had slain such devilish things. But one thing was clear—they would no longer come out again.

Shentu Yuntian’s powerful violet flame endowed his sword with an apocalyptic energy, its attack suffused with violet flame and mysterious aura.

But when they stepped through the gates, they were utterly astonished by the unfamiliar surroundings, mouths agape.

“Young Chief, if you refuse to distribute the Mystic Fire Mirror, I will dash my head against the wall right here in this cave!” the Second Elder wailed in despair, his gaze fixed fiercely on his clan’s young chief.

After all, in the Fox Clan, he had a Fox Charm waiting for him there; Fox Charm was the next clan leader, and she wielded considerable authority.

“Senior Bai, don’t worry, we will treat you right away.” Glen, who entered, gripped Bai Shoufeng’s movable hand tightly and comforted him.

Rossislav had no complaints about this; it was part of his duty, and Uncle had helped him so much that repaying him was only natural.