Chapter 12: Nipping Danger in the Bud

She was unwilling to let Wen Yu tear apart her last shred of pride again and again. After all, how long could anything given out of charity truly last? These were the core bargaining chips that allowed Wanyan Zongfu to achieve such remarkable feats on the battlefield against the Great Song.

Now that the Doomsday Messenger had shifted its focus away from the cave, it was clear that it had set its sights on nearby isolated Self-Destroyers, employing those with unique abilities, like the Cursed Doll and Snowfield Deer, to deal with her.

Ajiu suddenly remembered the matter with Qingyou and chased all the way to the entrance of the village. Only then did Tuoba Yan hear her and turn back.

Lu Chen had just raised his head when the first bolt of lightning struck him. Before he could react, thunderfire was already blazing on his body. After a few anguished cries and wails, he was reduced to a pile of ashes in the blink of an eye.

The Flying Silver Armored Corpse roared in terror, its claws gripping the edge of the coffin, fighting desperately to resist. Lu Chen soared from the Azure Cloud Sword and stomped forcefully onto the black coffin.

After dawn, Fu Fangfei did not find Li Zhi Yan in the room. She sent several messages to him, but received no reply.

The Wen Corporation and New World were jointly developing a sea island project. With half of the development on Flower Bird Island already completed, the profits were substantial, and Wen Yu was unexpectedly willing to cede two points of profit to him.

Her eyes lingered on the paper package in her arms, caught in a struggle between emotion and reason. In the end, reason prevailed.

Even though Gu Yuancheng and Ling Tianqi were exceptionally skilled in martial arts, this was still not an easy task for them.

Lin Xuan sat down and straightened her clothes. With a sigh, she looked at He Xiao. She knew that when she returned, He Xiao would surely have much to say to her, but Lin Xuan had no idea what He Xiao would want to talk about first.

The second hearing’s meeting was held at the headquarters of Tengfei Advertising in City A. Besides the senior executives of BQB, there were also relevant leaders from the headquarters present. As Zhang Xun’s assistant, it was only natural that I was not included in such a meeting. After preparing everything, I went to the client waiting area.

“Yes. This is a required course after entering the Eternal Undying Realm. It’s more advanced than the Eternal Undying Realm,” Pan Gu said, a hint of pride in his tone.

Whenever they noticed anomalies in the Space-Time Gate, the entire Prince Jing’s residence would gather to investigate, and incidentally see if the new space-time had anything delicious.

Yi Chu saw Meng Yu’s incredulous expression, and his face immediately grew complex. Seeing Meng Yu run off to the right, he hastened to follow, fearing her unstable emotions might lead to trouble.

Mo Zidai held back a smile and slowly retreated. Seeing her feigning ignorance, Jing Haoyu hoisted Mo Zidai onto his shoulder and said,

Being followed didn’t bother Ranran. She remained relaxed and leisurely, wandering slowly into Ping’an Town.

Song Yi’s expression was cold and grim. Though he was injured, his demeanor was far better than Zuo Qingshan’s. When he glanced at Zuo Qingshan, there was a faint hint of mockery at his lips.

She couldn’t concern herself with why their Palace Master knew Bulian. Saving her father was the most urgent matter.

Bruce did not betray his trust; even without any external encouragement, he chose the path of a hero.

“This time, I actively provoked her; it has nothing to do with you,” Ye Li didn’t take his handkerchief. The wound on her neck was shallow, merely a scratch, the bleeding had long stopped, and there was no need to press it. Facing Liu Tianqing, she didn’t know what to say. There are people you’re better off never seeing again, so why meet?

“No, I… was shopping with colleagues.” Ye Li hadn’t expected Qin Lang to ask her this. Only after answering did she realize—was Qin Lang already home? He’d been going home much earlier lately.

The captain spoke as he pulled the newcomer named Cheng Yao, who was standing behind him, to stand before Lan Yingchen—his partner.

The answer to this riddle was never uncovered by Huang Er Ya in the Nine Yin Immortal Realm, which left her with regret. Now, with such a rare opportunity, she wouldn’t let it slip by.

After the rains of the past few days, the temperature had risen a bit; the nights were no longer so cold, the stars shone brighter at the horizon, and the fields had deepened in emerald hue.

This time, the expedition was personally led by Lin Chanyang, accompanied by twenty-three elite disciples from the Rakshasa Sect.

The walls of Bruce’s room became strange and colorful, space stretching infinitely, as if the vast cosmos unfolded within. Seated on his bed, Bruce felt as though he drifted amidst the stars.

The purpose of this game world was sharp and singular: endless “battle, slaughter, plunder”—and nothing else.

Heaven’s Tribulation said, “I will arrange this matter. Hero Li, please follow me.” With that, he led Li Haoran and the others straight to the back hall, assigning each their place to rest.

A thunderous explosion resounded, the blast echoing again and again. Twelve men were sent flying three yards away by a single strike from Li Haoran’s palm, with no hope of survival.

Suddenly, the Divine Horse lay meekly on the ground. Just as everyone thought it would concede, it let out a long howl. In an instant, all the horses lying on the ground sprang up and charged wildly, biting and kicking at Yang Guo with relentless fury.