Chapter 64: A Bountiful Harvest of System Skills

Captain Yu, intern police officer Ye Lin has successfully captured Tichai and returned! Ye Lin finally found a moment to step forward.

Yu Haifeng nodded. Both auxiliary police comrades have passed the critical period. Thank you for your hard work.

Hearing that the two brothers had not died, Ye Lin felt his mind relax instantly.

Suddenly, he felt a wave of dizziness wash over his head, his body grew weak, and he collapsed unconscious.

Ye Lin! Ye Lin!

This frightened everyone present, and they hurriedly and frantically laid Ye Lin flat on the ground.

What is wrong with him? Was he injured just now? Yu Haifeng looked anxiously at Zhu Yong and Zhai Wei.

No, none of us were injured this time. Could it be that he hurt somewhere when he fell from the tree just now?

From...

Had the military fleet of the Freedom Alliance not arrived later to force the enemy to retreat, the Cygnus Chamber of Commerce might have had to change its headquarters.

Naxi was so caressed by Zhang Zhengfan that her eyes became misty with charm and her body turned as soft as water; how could she possibly hold anything back? Naturally, she taught him everything she knew without reservation. She even brought out the core of the Mage God source that she had painstakingly cultivated and condensed for Zhang Zhengfan to study.

This remark was very cliché, very boring, extremely insane, and terribly arrogant—but... since they had already decided to tear off their masks and fall out, there was no harm in saying it.

Thinking this, a murderous intent began to rise within him. Although the invisibility spell was not broken, some spiritual fluctuations inevitably leaked outward.

The Twelve Zodiacs were, after all, experts of considerable renown who had made names for themselves in various tournaments. Not to mention ordinary players and rabble like Quanzhen Sect, even people in the professional gaming circle would have to address them as seniors upon hearing the names of the Twelve Zodiacs.

Amidst their conversation, Fu Xiang had already reached the massive doors of the cultivation room and pushed them open.

***

With a soft hiss, the snake-headed monster began to roll silently on the ground. Its flesh and skin rapidly blackened and withered, and in the blink of an eye, it dissolved into countless black specks that vanished into thin air. Meanwhile, its blackened divine source transformed directly into a wisp of black smoke, merging into the black mist formed by Dalmiro.

Zhang Zhengfan and Dalmiro turned their heads to look, only to see a male cultivator whose strength was only at the C-rank covering his face in agony, surrounded by several sturdy warriors. An arrogant-looking man in magic robes was just picking up a plant with flame-like dancing flowers from the man's stall.

The moment Benjamin tried to prop himself up to sit on the bed, he felt a stabbing, agonizing pain across his forehead. His brain felt as though it were a nectarine tossed inside a tin can, clattering back and forth violently. The nausea and retching churning up from his stomach nearly made him vomit.

Why didn't you let Xin'er eat first? I hope she hasn't been starved, Fu Xiang said. As he spoke, he walked over to the dining table and sat down.

However, his actions were still witnessed by the Lord of Senile City and Heiming, prompting the two of them to exchange glances and nod in unison.

Since it is an order, it must be treated like an order. Guo Xinghui had always been clear about his position, and there could be no mistakes on this point; otherwise, he would truly change, and in the future, he wouldn't even be able to remain brothers with Zhang Feng.

The slender fingers of the demonic youth exerted force instantly, and that flying sword, along with the array power and sword Qi surging upon it, were crushed into fine powder in a split second.

It wasn't that Ouyang Feng didn't want to continue asking, but the middle-aged man would no longer reply. Resorting to force would likely escalate matters into a huge spectacle, which was not what Zhao Fuxin wanted to see.

What kind of game is this? Why does it feel like a dream... Song Yi'er looked at this bizarre scene with bewilderment in her heart. Is this bloody magic?

Yang Zaixing finished speaking, closed his eyes, and began to regulate his breathing. Daoniu, however, could not calm his mind so easily; he was still pondering the meaning behind the words of Jiranzi. Suddenly, Daoniu thought of another matter.

No, he had never looked at her that way, nor was he truly seeking some sort of shield when he made this six-month agreement with her.

Yu, looking at you like that, it seems you hold that mainlander in very high regard? Shuyin asked with a puzzled expression.

Make it quick, stop pretending. Praying to the Tathagata Buddha won't help you now, Fang Jiaxue said, waiting eagerly to ask her questions.

Zhai Qiang looked at his phone. This piece of news had already spread back home, and people in the country who couldn't even manage their own lives were leaving massive comment threads discussing someone else's family privacy.

The crowd continued their animated discussion, most of their remarks revolving around bloodline-inherited martial souls, tri-element fusion skills, and the method Master Ratio had casually demonstrated to upgrade Xie Yue.

***

The intensity of the Yu people's outbursts was immense, with their upper limit potentially reaching tens of thousands—a truly exaggerated degree of power.

Back then, that skinny, pitiful child had also curled up like this inside the warm bedding, dreaming sweet, fragrant dreams.

Then, with a single-handed grab, she nimbly scaled the wall to the left of the cave's wooden door just like a rock climber.

With that, Gu Nanhang tried to pull her hand back, but Lu Beichen refused to let go. Holding her hand, he forcefully dragged her toward the car.

Although residing in the Highest Heavens, paying no heed to the struggles between immortals and demons, and refusing to intervene in the territorial divisions of the myriad realms, every time the Emperor departed from the Highest Heavens, it marked the beginning of a transformation across the myriad realms.

Afterward, she assigned Leipeng his homework: one oil painting, one ink wash painting, ten photographs, and a video of no less than five minutes.

Therefore, even if she had not made a deal with Ye Chu this time, this ticking time bomb would have gone off eventually. The better part of the current situation was that the initiative remained in her hands, allowing her to investigate first.

Upon receiving her answer, Xie Lang began to unwrap the oil-paper package. As the paper slowly peeled back, a sweet and fragrant aroma permeated the air, immediately whetting anyone's appetite.

Yang Mi's honorary godmother Li Shaohong had a harsh tongue, but her critique of Yang Mi was spot on.

That white-robed elder with a beard a foot long, capable of delivering a slap from miles away, was none other than Yun Tianlu, the founding patriarch of the Three Sects.

Roaming through unknown lands year-round, I have encountered them twice. They are a faction under His Highness Xuan Mo of the Void. Every few centuries, the Pillars of Apocalypse sprout numerous rare heavenly treasures, and people from the Void dispatch practitioners to gather them. This time is likely no exception. I just didn't expect a Dao Saint to come in person, Jiang Dongshan said.

The origin of this pigeon-slave is extremely suspicious. Her martial arts are peerless, and capturing her is as difficult as ascending to the heavens. For now, we can only wait for the Second Young Master to wake up before questioning him for clues, Zhuge Zihuo said.