Chapter 56: Welcome to the Horror World (25)

At least, as far as she was concerned, Ren Guowei treated her a little differently, and that was enough.

However, at this moment, a deep sense of crisis welled up in Duan Ruman's heart... because she caught a trace of something unusual in the way Ren Guowei looked at Fan Sijin.

Fan Sijin was breathtakingly beautiful, with the flawless beauty of someone pampered and sheltered all her life.

Duan Ruman hadn't taken her seriously before, knowing that Ren Guowei thoroughly despised fools.

In the past, there had not been a lack of—

In a sense, it felt more like those mindless yet terrifyingly powerful desolate beasts of the endless plains.

I promised them that, if nothing else, at least our Hanlong chickens are the healthiest, with the absolute minimum of drug residues.

Sun Shan jumped up in a panic, flashing instantly in front of Zhao Ben to stop his next move.

Finally, a middle-aged man with a potbelly and a broad, moon-shaped face stepped out of a Maybach.

Lin Fan glanced at them, deciding to settle the score and exact revenge on Cao Fei once his cultivation realm was high enough.

On the giant screen behind them, the red progress bar representing Ji Fanxing and the blue progress bar representing Ji Shengxue were steadily climbing.

Lin Yang picked up a name tag at random; it bore his name, Lin Yang, Finance major, with an average score of 75. He felt a bit awkward, knowing that his major and grades were mediocre at best. Compared to the others, he held no distinct advantage and possessed little appeal.

A 2nd Legion musketeer passing by was already preparing to butt-end him with his rifle first, followed by a vicious kick.

Song Qingqing could not help drawing a sharp breath. "Could there really be some unknown secret hidden within you?" She stared at Lin Yang, as if trying to read something from his face.

This was also one of the reasons why the Buddhist disciples present fell silent; their own Bodhisattva had manifested, yet ended up helping an outsider.

Dealing with airborne transmission was something even modern high technology could not achieve, let alone the Three Kingdoms era, whose technological level lagged far behind the modern world.

Zhao Yi did not blindly follow Li Liang into the palace simply upon hearing his words. Instead, he asked cautiously, "Does the eunuch know what Her Majesty the Empress wants with this general?" As he spoke, Zhao Yi slipped two gold bars from his sleeve into Li Liang's embrace.

After settling everyone in, Captain Song bent down, pulled a bulging cloth bag out from under his seat, and spread it out on the table.

As he reached the end of his sentence, a trace of sharp, piercing murderous intent suddenly crept into Su Zhiyang's tone, causing some of the elders to shudder inwardly.

Zhao Yi found it somewhat difficult to understand why anyone would help Zuo Feng. Had Dian Wei witnessed such a scene, not only would he have refused to help Zuo Feng up, but he would have stomped heavily on Zuo Feng's face instead. Dian Wei was a man who could never keep his thoughts to himself, and having thought of it, he spoke his mind right then and there.

"Could she be here to thank me for saving her life??" Li Dong wondered with curiosity, thinking to himself. But Zhang Xueling's subsequent reply caught him completely off guard.

No matter how many justifications they concocted for themselves... and no matter how righteously they framed the act of "kidnapping."

With Xiao Yan's current strength, his full-strength strike was something even ordinary peak Earth Spirits would not dare to take head-on, let alone Yu Qiang, who possessed only the strength of a two-star Earth Spirit.

"As long as you're alright"—the words felt like a warm cup of water in the dead of winter, filling Liu Hai's heart with a comforting glow.

Shiyao explained herself. Clearly, this Phantom God Zuo Shou was trying to kill her, yet she had no idea why she felt compelled to explain anything to him at all.

She never wanted to see the Young Master's face again. It was he who caused Shi Qian's death. Lu Qing'er would never forget that.

Immediately afterward, an extraordinarily long, domineering radiance came whistling through the air amidst the ringing of swords, reaching Wu Yu's very presence in the blink of an eye.

The power behind the fist was immense; only those who practiced hard Qigong could unleash such terrifying force.

Corpses littered the fields in a horrifying spectacle. The ground had long since been stained crimson with blood. Every single giant had been slain—some with their bodies shattered, others with ferocious expressions, yet entirely free of surface wounds.