Chapter 53: Infected with a Virus

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Fu Yi had not taken into account the perils of winter sea voyages, nor the current scarcity of food. While others were starving, he indulged in wasteful eating and drinking. If the goal was to eliminate the "Fragrant Poison Demon Sect," it was, in essence, an act of vengeance for all the fallen sect members of Demon Suppression City.

This time, the light and shadow images were more detailed than before, not only displaying the items but also listing their attributes, special uses, and even the number and rank of magic cores required for exchange.

“There’s a cave ahead. Let’s rest there tonight,” Tang Hao whispered, pointing toward the faintly visible dark entrance.

Realizing this, Cao Zhi rushed toward Huang Xiang with sudden speed, but it was too late. Ji Wufeng blocked his path, while Qian Fengyang was restrained by Hu Yunlong on the other side. Only Huang Xiang remained on the inside line, ready for his moment to perform.

“Yin Junfeng, don’t be ungrateful! Xiangxue has already pleaded for you. If you don’t leave now, don’t blame me for being rude,” Hanyu warned with a cold glare, feeling uneasy but refusing to yield.

Their eyes fell upon a large signboard detailing various room types, configurations, and related regulations.

He knew Lin Feng’s target was not him but the wolf gang’s leader. Since Lin Feng needed him as a guide, he couldn’t be knocked unconscious or killed.

The commonly seen male magician’s appearance resembled her eighty percent, yet the remaining twenty percent resembled the young crown prince of the Divine Slaughter Empire.

After nightfall, the merchant army withdrew. Duoduo finally breathed a sigh of relief; the day was over. But it was only the third day—how many more could he endure? He had no confidence.

Qian Haoke was speaking while Wei Huaying was tapping away; occasionally, they discussed how to phrase things more clearly.

As long as Liu Bei remained alive and his father’s grudge unresolved, Ma Chao was unlikely to rebel.

And what was that giant wolf, larger than the dog demon? Wasn’t the other side supposed to be a warrior?

The others only glanced at him; there was nothing unusual in their eyes.

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Despite many difficulties in the final battle, Gao Chuan felt he was beginning to adapt to the pace.

Ning Xinyu calmed down from her joy of reuniting with her parents and approached Luo Yu. In her view, it was crucial now for the king to retract his decree and abandon plans to marry her far away to Lieyang.

Seeing the dozens of armed guards before him, Lamor felt a surge of confidence.

Deliya gave a fierce shake of his hand. Had he held a water bottle, he would have smashed it on the ground.

Li Kui drank all day at the inn; the next evening, he bought a feast and placed it in the old lady’s room.

“Xia Haoyu…” I clutched his back tightly, feeling my body slowly fall into rhythm, holding him closer.

“That child obtained the Dust Road Sword. Did you do it on purpose?” Liu Moer asked softly after a long silence.

Suddenly, he sensed someone approaching from behind—a fresh scent of greenery, very familiar. Turning his head, he saw Eva pass by, wrapped in a large scarf, oversized sunglasses, and a big mask.

Several soldiers guarding the alley had no time to swing their weapons before being knocked down.

He knew that with Muqin’s nature, she would never rely on so-called powerful people for survival. If she refused to betray herself out of cowardice, she would inevitably choose another path.

“Senior brother, you clearly struck with a blade’s gleam just now. If you had held on, you could have made the top ten!” Qian Peng said excitedly.

The blunt sword nearly went mad, bursting forth and ignoring the formation, landing directly in Hua Yuke’s hand. The Lin family’s mystery guards trembled violently and sat down on the spot.

When Wang Po pushed open the door, Pan Jinlian’s legs went weak with fright, then she turned angry upon seeing Ximen Qing inside and promptly left.

“What… what’s going on?” Seeing fresh bloodstains on the skeletons, clearly slain not long ago, Jia Zhengjin felt a chill.

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Within that fist strike, powers of ice, fierce wind, and dark clouds converged into one.

Just as Baili Du was startled by these two warnings, dozens of Dragon City guards suddenly appeared in the courtyard, immediately encircling Baili Du and the others.

The remaining two bystanders were utterly shocked; they hadn’t even heard their comrade’s gunshot! How did he just vanish?

After the urgent assembly whistle blew in the night, a middle-aged officer began organizing troops on the main road.

An old soldier with a monkey-like face drove a jeep up and down the concrete road before the barracks, teasing a first-class sergeant with a smile.

Months of petitions, protests, and pleas with no response, compounded by her husband’s death, had nearly driven her to the brink of collapse. Ling Zikai’s words were like a lifeline to a drowning person, filling her with ecstatic hope.

Upon entering the hotel room, it was not yet mealtime, so the two naturally donned helmets and began gaming.

Taking advantage of Han Shengqi’s inattention, she pinched him hard—right on the flesh—causing him to jump up immediately.

In the final moments of battle, the usually calm coach let out a low growl like an enraged beast.

When Yizhu approached Han Shengqi’s table, the broadcast room erupted. A dark horse facing a Four Talents match was rare in the semifinals. Seeing this, everyone hurried to start the broadcast work.