051, The Scroll and the Spirit Fruit!

At this moment, everyone present knew that the trouble had largely started with the young Qi Ran. However, due to his weak strength, the three Tu Ge brothers and Skat all instinctively overlooked him. In the urgent situation, to be safe, they opened the Purple Gold treasure chest. The moment Qi Ran saw the items revealed, a complex expression flickered across his face.

The sharp screams pierced Mo Feng’s mind painfully, stirring tremendous waves along the sea border. If it weren’t for their lack of manpower, Makarov would have been caught long ago. Yet, forcing Makarov into such a sorry state by just the three of them was indeed no small feat. The old Dragon King also recounted some incidents faced by the dragon clan—three great battles that were evenly matched; neither the dragons nor the sea monsters unleashed their full power, both conserving their strength.

After instructing Lin Zhilan on how to use her new tools and watching her refine the storage pouch, the two set off once again. The Ghost was truly formidable—adept at everything, a ruler in every field, from mercenary to underworld boss, he was unstoppable. Who would have thought that this once pitiful child, mistaken for a wild man wandering the jungle, could become so powerful? According to Lv Mao, he was originally an ordinary goblin. After gaining a certain power and consecutively slaying sixteen goblins, his strength soared from a zero-level commoner to a level one elite, just one book away from level two.

“Don’t worry, I don’t want to die either,” Mo Feng said with a brief start, then smiled and strode past her back into the labyrinth of jagged rocks. Meanwhile, the legendary Yuan Tu and Abi swords of the Ancestor of the Nether River were said to kill without accruing karmic consequences, meaning no retribution was to follow.

“Old man!” Under Di Renjie’s intense gaze, the captain was clearly displeased. Feeling emboldened, he raised his hand to strike Di Renjie’s face.

Upon awakening from the dream, one realized they had nothing left, only a battered body, numbly and hollowly repeating the same monotonous life path. The two had just spoken so well; surely, Fu Jincheng would continue to care for Gao Yunjin despite his attempts to avoid impropriety. In that sense, marrying Gao Yunjin into the Lin family might not suppress issues but instead plant a ticking time bomb. Ha! Previously, he gave earnest advice to his elder at home; now seeing He Changyu’s business harmed by him, he became furious and tried to pin all the blame on himself—how ironic.

Jun Xuange released his grip, and Bai Ziqin breathed a quiet sigh of relief, scared out of her wits, thinking Jun Xuange was about to do something. He Yun glanced at her own hand, then at Xiao Le’s, staring at the cryptic symbols on the talisman and beginning to understand.

Suddenly, a sharp ring of the phone interrupted my thoughts. Could it be Lele calling? I jumped up in a flash, hope swelling as I snatched the receiver. “Baby, in a few days you will leave your mother. Forget me, and never, ever remember you had a selfish, irresponsible mother.”

In Ji Siming’s eyes, the jubilant scene was a celebration of his hard-won victory, for he was the victor, the sole conqueror of this battle.

Such close friction likely made Qiu Jiali’s already burning body even hotter—too hot to bear—causing her to moan unconsciously, the sound utterly intoxicating, bones nearly melting.