Volume 1, Chapter 171: Kill Her, We Don't Know Her Anyway

Knitting her brows and wearing a dark expression, she turned and walked back, grabbing Daoist Xuanling by the collar.

"Why didn't you mention that there was a secret passage in this cave?!"

Daoist Xuanling's mouth was still sealed, rendering him unable to speak.

He hurriedly waved his hands in panic, signaling that he had no prior knowledge of it.

With an annoyed shove, Tong Rou pushed him away.

Staggering from the push, Daoist Xuanling fell directly onto the ground.

Yet he dared not offer any resistance.

As for the last two youths, although Yan Feng was not well-acquainted with either of them, he had met them a few times as fellow members of the Yan clan. He only knew that one of them was Yan Junying, the direct maternal grandson of Great Elder Yan Chongjun, while the other youth possessed slightly weaker cultivation and seemed to be merely a collateral descendant of the Yan family.

Long Yang entered this freezing region alongside the ten others. As soon as Long Yang's feet touched the ground, a wave of biting cold emerged, striking directly at his skin. Raising his gaze, he saw towering ice mountains all around, evoking an innate sense of resistance, and the other nine alchemists who had entered were nowhere to be seen.

He calculated that it had been at least a month since he last saw her. After the misfortune that befell the Shen family, he had encountered her by chance once at the marketplace, but because she was rushing anxiously back to the estate, he did not even have the chance to exchange a few words. Over these past few months, he had not truly spent a single moment properly in her company.

Zhang Jun nodded, offering no objections. He did not feel that tangling with Cannavaro was particularly strenuous, but since Kru need assistance, he was naturally more than willing to help.

Of course, the Sea King of Gold had not lost his reason; he knew that taking direct action was certainly out of the question and required some planning. If he could join forces with Blue Entropy, however, the matter would become much simpler.

Xu Lin had already rushed over by this time. Seeing the scene of Zheng Weimin saving someone, she was struck dumb with astonishment. Now, seeing that Zheng Weimin was safe and sound, alongside her lingering fear, she felt a profound sense of relief for him. Believing that the matter had come to an end, she remembered that Zheng Weimin still had tasks to attend to.

Sili Li gazed at Fan Xian's handsome face, momentarily losing herself in a daze. Her cheeks flushing red, she silently picked up some food with her chopsticks and placed it onto the dish before him.

Upon hearing this question, everyone's gazes simultaneously snapped toward the aged monk.

Yan Feng's expression shifted slightly. Even the Lord of Gods was not kept in his eyes? What kind of existences were these fellows? Could it be that before I even find my father's soul, I have already provoked an enemy far more formidable than the Lord of Gods for the Hongyuan World?

"Master, thank you!" Zhang Hao held it in his hand and tested its weight; the red envelope felt somewhat bulging, and he smiled knowingly—it contained at least a propitious sum of sixty-six.

After all, this was a matter within someone else's household, so Xue Zhongqi found it difficult to meddle too much, yet he could not bear to watch several children be conscripted into corvée labor.

"Through our painstaking research and development of the intelligent operating system, it not only features a flat mode, but also a 3D display mode for application in the virtual world and a brainwave control mode for responding via brainwaves," Ding Yi introduced proudly.

Master Jin did not even dare to imagine it; just thinking about it felt as though flesh were being carved from his body, aching with distress, even though Mother Wu was using her own money to buy it for him.

"Where are you going? To look for Tianfeng?" Yang Shi asked. Tianfeng was not a native of Kaoyuan City, so as her younger sister by blood, she naturally did not live in Kaoyuan City either.

Zhang Hao was well aware that the consumers targeted by Yang Chuan's Great Southeast Agricultural and Sideline Products Company were ordinary members of the public. Although wild boars were expensive, one hundred and sixty yuan was an astronomical price and simply impossible to sell.

Moreover, the closer one got to the villa, the clearer the surrounding environment became. As it turned out, this was not actually a true house upon an island.

Pu Yi showed the photographs to Zhang Hao. The candidate's appearance and temperament were quite good, and she was a graduate in early childhood education—a point very well-suited for the service industry, as it ensured she possessed immense patience with people.

And now, although his beard was still quite long, it radiated a thriving, exuberant vitality. At this thought, she almost laughed aloud at herself for managing to connect a beard with vitality.

Su Yi was suddenly left somewhat dumbfounded and amused. He clearly had not activated his good-fortune divine power; this was simply too unscientific.