Volume 1, Chapter 125: Stay Still, I'll Sing for You
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Su Li, you have wronged me.
How aggrieved and helpless those words sounded.
Su Li almost believed him.
But from the way the manager looked at Mo Xingyuan, she knew he was not as innocent as he claimed.
“Do you really want to hear a song?” Mo Xingyuan asked.
At that, Su Li’s heart gave a little tremor. “You’re going to sing?”
“No.”
“……”
Su Li bit her lip. The curse on the tip of her tongue made a circuit before she swallowed it back down.
Once again, he had ruined the mood.
While they slept, my body had nearly recovered, so under cover of darkness I secretly went to the temple. I had thought it would be my final meeting with Daoxuan, but from the abbot I finally learned some news.
“You!” The burly man was jostled by someone nearby. His gaze fell upon the others’ clothes, and his face filled with terror as he turned and fled.
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Later, it turned out that many of those whose souls had been taken but who had not yet fully died could still have been saved if they had returned home sooner and summoned a spirit-calling Taoist priest with genuine skill.
Countless martial artists fled for their lives, only to be overtaken by the spatial storm amid fear and despair. They were torn apart, leaving not even a trace of their remains.
Fortunately, from beginning to end, Meng City remained quiet, already sunk deep into the night. The sentries who had previously paced back and forth along the city walls seemed to have relaxed considerably. The artillery detachment left behind by Hu Biao had also completed its preparations for the bombardment.
Master Su’s face suddenly turned ashen. They said that age brought cunning, but he had never expected to fall into this man’s hands today.
“What good news or bad news? Hurry up and tell me. At a time like this, stop fooling around with me,” Bu Tian said irritably.
The two bull-headed creatures swayed along slowly, exchanging remarks as they drew closer and closer to the great tree where Xiao Yan was hiding. As they approached, the two bulls chatted and laughed, utterly unaware that death was about to descend upon them.
After drinking a large bowl of warm fish soup, the girl gained another buff indicating that she had eaten her fill. It was merely a simple five-round attribute effect, but with so many attributes enhancing her, she would hardly lose any mana at all from simply healing herself outside of combat.
There was nothing unusual about any other part of the room. The only thing worth noting was the pattern of this formation.
According to someone’s theory, from this point onward, the most dangerous enemy would no longer be the dungeon boss, but the tribe.
The florist realized that something was wrong. He tried to open the secret underground door, but how could he possibly manage it? Within this terrifying storm of magical energy, even someone as powerful as the florist could barely move. The two weaker shadow guards were crushed beneath the raging force; with a muffled groan, they collapsed unconscious.
When Feng Luo collected the Tyrant’s blood and returned to the security bureau, the players’ expressions were no longer as relaxed as they had been while dividing the equipment.
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Damn, you really are a troll, aren’t you? Are you planning to study this troll zombie? The Hinterlands are full of troll mummies. Did you really need to send me all the way to Nataris to find a zombie?
“These people are such gossips. They insisted that I introduce you.” Tang Li came before He Ning and looked at her with a smile, openly extending his hand toward her.
By then, more and more cultivators had arrived one after another. Among them were Nascent Soul cultivators as well as Core Formation cultivators. Watching the spectacle was secondary; they all had the same goal—to fish in troubled waters.
“Yes!” Talala spat out a strand of webbing, but Li Ziming had already left his position, leaving only Absalom behind.
The passengers had no idea what to do. Surely not? They had only boarded a plane and already found themselves hijacked. What were the odds? They had seen things like this only in television and movies—could it really have happened to them?
He had been utterly decisive in scheming against Chen Feng. Now that he had failed, he admitted it just as decisively—upright and forthright, never one to drag things out or act indecisively.
And what he had to do now might be even more important. Whether this world could continue to exist was closely tied to the success of his current operation.
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