Chapter 32: The Motel
Kuang Kuang Kuang: "Fine! If I fail to get into the auto repair shop, I'll pay you back the 100 crystal coins then."
The problem was perfectly resolved, and the medicine Yu Jiang had listed sold out in less than 5 minutes.
momo6789: [Didn't you all say it was too expensive to buy? How did it sell out so fast? Answer me!]
For the Tribe: [Oh you rascals, saying you wouldn't buy it, but your hands were faster than anyone else's.]
Thunder Mage: [I only managed to grab one primary health potion, you people are really...]
Yun Zaitian couldn't help but step back twice, his face ashen as he asked, "None of you have left this place just now?" No one answered. There was no need to even ask such a question.
Hua Yuzhu’s face was livid and he remained silent. He sat by the fire for a long time before his body finally relaxed. He managed to drink two bowls of thin porridge before falling into a deep sleep in the room arranged by Guan Hongkui.
Guan Hongda sighed, not knowing what to say. Words of comfort were pale and powerless now; only time could erode grief and anger, and there was no other way.
The screen was instantly flooded with messages. Ji Han almost rolled his eyes; how could that statement be so ambiguous?
Early the next morning, Ishihara obtained the files on Liu Yun, the person representing the Liu family at the trade fair. He was the Great Elder of the Liu family, a cultivator at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage. According to the island’s records, he sent a visit request to Liu Yun, managing to intercept him just as he was about to head out.
On Ling Xiao's side, the iron-shard sword had already been encased in a thick layer of earth elements, as if it had transformed into a heavy, massive club.
Her lips curved into a beautiful arc. Her face blossomed like a white orchid, with joy written all over it, overflowing with innocent, youthful delight.
With a thunderous boom, accompanied by a massive tremor, the deputy commander guarding the camp gate felt his feet tremble, not to mention the soldiers beside him.
Having just used the Seven Stars Fortune-Turning Method, he had unleashed a vast amount of destiny in a short time. It seemed like there was no significant toll, but in reality, his fortune for the time to come would likely be inferior to that of an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator, and even his connection to destiny had become quite blurred.
"So, you need to go and investigate, but the special electromagnetic waves detected alone are enough to confirm the existence of a massive creature." Shingo Himuro also came out; he was the first to be woken up.
Yu Zhenzhen closed her eyes in pain. In an instant, the Qiongyang Sword emitted a crimson light bright enough to illuminate the entire hall. The light seemed to affect the growth of the thorns, and beneath everyone's feet, tiny sparks of fire began to leap and burn, gathering collectively toward where Yu Zhenzhen stood.
"Then how did they get to the sea? That area is hundreds of kilometers away from the coastline. Could they have had a big ship?" Xu Ziling couldn't figure out how those people had reached that part of the ocean.
So the next day, she saw Shen Lang out of the alley, watched his back as he left for school, and then went to look for a job herself.
Her foolish question just now was probably akin to an ancient person arriving in modern times and pointing at a television to ask if the people inside could come out.
"Notify the Municipal Bureau, blockade all major traffic arteries, and increase police presence. We must root out these two groups of underworld elements involved in the shootout!" Yang Weiye was the toughest criminal investigation captain in the Municipal Bureau, always known for his swift and decisive actions, earning him the nickname "Firefighter."
"Our Immortal Sect has its ways too. If it were the Blood Sea Tyrant himself, perhaps it would be of no use, but a clone with limited strength is not enough to stump our Immortal Sect," Leng Feng retorted, refusing to be outdone.
I took a deep breath. I was truly exhausted and could finally have a good day of rest. I was dead tired.
Princess Fangrou’s hair was disheveled, her clothes were stained with grass, and she limped as she ran, looking pitiful indeed.
Su Zhe stared at Yu Youwei. She wasn't joking; it seemed that if he simply agreed, they could be in bed together in a moment.