Chapter 95: Where Is Zhou Ci?

Led by the nurse, Zhou Ci went to the ward.

Before long, he had been assigned to care for the room. Seated in a chair, Zhou Ci stared blankly at the woman on the bed, her face pale from excessive blood loss.

Gu Shenchen did not remain unconscious for long. Although the doctor said she would need to be observed, she woke a few hours later.

By then, it was already dawn.

In the private room, only Zhou Ci was sitting on the sofa, lost in thought.

A faint wave of light spread out from Xu Zhijie’s body, slowly rippling outward. Though it seemed weak and powerless, it easily pushed the sand outside the tent back.

The magic circle was as if submerged in water; its surface was constantly swept by ripples. Within the array, whether crystal or magical sigil, everything would be slightly distorted by those undulations. The formation hummed with a low murmur, a sound strangely pleasing to the ear.

These days, the dance halls were strictly regulated. Anyone with a local face had to show identification; even Japanese and Hong Kong people were checked. Bian Jiangong had no chance of slipping in at all. How could he not be furious?

Fortunately, the barbarian among the players was fairly quick-witted. He bellowed once, his body turning scarlet red. With one axe swung from the right, he struck the griffin’s shoulder, forcibly knocking the crazed beast back several steps and saving his companion from having his skull shattered, though the recoil sent him flying as well.

For that reason, the decorative carvings on the veranda screens were also designed with the motif of blessing, prosperity, and longevity. On both sides of the main hall, every veranda screen was carved with bats in flight, filling the air in vivid, lifelike variety.

Mainly because the economic conditions of these families were not especially good, and what they could offer was limited. There is no need to dwell on them one by one here.

In 3985 BCE, Enme-Lu-Anna led part of the Sumerians to Bad-tibira, where they merged with the local natives and established the First Dynasty of Bad-tibira.

Kong Xing’er waved her feather fan. A wooden horse? Ghosts and monsters? A sky wheel? Could Gu Chao be planning to open a circus, with horses and fake demons alike? But circuses did not make much money. One could only barely get by on them. There were circuses in this era too.

But they had dealt with Hong Yanwu so many times that they had never once gotten the better of him. And indeed, they had no extravagant hope of prying all the movie theaters out of his grasp.

Xing Zhengyi and Zhao Zhenmin were absolutely men of principle, clear as a breeze in their sleeves. If Hong Yanwu tried to give them gifts, he would only arouse their suspicion. If he truly wanted to preserve their friendship, it would be enough to gather for a meal and a good talk on the third day of the New Year.

However, because the horned dragon’s back armor was far too thick, and because Dolante’s shot had been taken too hastily, leaving him unable to fully charge or load the power vial, this sudden counterstrike could only pierce the armor, not penetrate it.

The contest was an internal matter for the upper ranks of the three great powers, but the venture into the Tower of Forgetfulness was a major affair for all of Abandoned Star, drawing countless powerhouses in eager competition.

“Brother Jiang, can you come help me heal my injuries now?” Dao Fengshou’s voice carried a note of urgency. There was nothing to be done about it; just thinking that a chronic illness that had tormented him for nearly his entire life might finally be cured made him so excited he wanted to wet himself.

One must know that even in the era when the Sovereign of Time rose to supremacy, the God-Demon Clan and the Void Army were still evenly matched in victory and defeat.

Before that towering giant hand could fall, it first tore apart heaven and earth, and then tore apart Wang Quanan as well, a line of blood tracing downward from his forehead.

The Thunder God’s words left everyone from the Dragon Group feeling deeply displeased. The fight had not even begun yet, so why was he already praising the enemy and dampening his own side’s spirit?

The Three Immortal Isles covered an immense stretch of territory, and the central region of the three islands was an endless ocean.

Chu Tian did not believe it at all. He directly summoned the Howling Heavenly Hound and had him search for the White Bone Spirit’s whereabouts. By then, the White Bone Spirit was hiding deep within a tree, and it took the Howling Heavenly Hound several hours to find her.