Chapter 91: The Pre-Competition Banquet

Everyone looked at Shi Yi with a trace of sympathy. Gu Hansheng glanced at Lei Haoran and retorted indignantly.

"What do you know? This is imported camel milk—one can costs several thousand! Just that little cup is worth half a month's salary for you!"

Lei Haoran rubbed his buzz-cut hair, looking puzzled. Suddenly his eyes widened as he pointed at the tiny cup of milk in front of Shi Yi.

"This stuff looks like spoiled milk, and it's that expensive!"

"That Sister Juan, she didn't even ask her for a receipt," Helian Youmeng muttered, yet her feet unconsciously carried her in the direction Sister Juan had pointed.

Haotian smiled faintly, flicked his finger, and a bolt of celestial thunder crashed down with a "crack." The shadow let out a miserable scream and turned to ash.

"Who is the one you care for so much? Where is he? Why haven’t I seen him at your side?" Mage asked.

Dongfang Yaoqing and Long Xue both lowered their heads and ignored Ye Feng. It seemed as if the two were carefully pondering his words, unable to fully comprehend them for the moment.

"Bao'er." Even the voice of the Northern Emperor grew tinged with panic, for everything happening was beyond his control.

Time ticked by. Even though Lin Ying was usually decisive and efficient, forty minutes had already passed. Seeing her anxiety didn’t help, so she simply sat down on the bed.

At that moment, a jumble of footsteps echoed from outside. Hearing them, Yang Liping breathed a sigh of relief, instinctively believing Xu Biao had returned with reinforcements.

Pictured above is the heating pack. It contains a packet of chocolate powder, a packet of skimmed milk powder, three sachets of instant coffee, and two packets of sugar.

Liu Hanqing was used to being treated with indifference and disdain. Hearing Ye Feng praise him—especially since someone as successful as Ye Feng would drive a luxury car all the way here for his spicy hotpot—made him ecstatic. To be complimented by such a person was an honor in his eyes.

When it came to military intelligence, Mo Junye always maintained a rigorous attitude and refrained from further entangling with Nan Li.

From any direction, one could see severed heads rolling on the ground and corpses strewn haphazardly.

Zhang Yuan was still a bit dazed; the bumpy ride had nearly lulled him to sleep on the way.

As he spoke, a pair of lascivious eyes glimmered with restless mischief. But before he could finish his words, a bolt of lightning split the air with a resounding clang, striking his skull directly. The air filled with the acrid scent of burning.

Yu Zun rubbed his swollen eyes. As his vision gradually cleared, he stared in astonishment, forced to accept the reality before him.

The icy killing intent grew more tangible the moment the sword was drawn. The sound of wind being sliced, accompanied by gentle raindrops brushing his ears, became all the more haunting and intense.

Relying on the advantage of his intangible body, Obito ignored all sorts of traps and strolled leisurely to the forbidden scroll. He picked it up eagerly.

Sensing the collapse of the barrier, everyone was stunned. Their gazes grew complicated as they looked toward the Supreme Elder of the Soul Clan.

He had no idea how to search for clues about the King of the Underworld yet, so he decided to stay in the City of Seven Waters for a few days to probe its secrets before considering his next move.

If people found out later, it wouldn’t matter—he’d never promised anything or refused to sell, it’s just that they couldn’t afford it. Who could find fault with him for that?

No second slash overlapped, for the blow was a combined effort of two royal bodyguards—far more than what a single person could accomplish.

They selected an island in the southern hemisphere, deployed 370 disguised terrorists there, armed with submachine guns and tactical gear, as the red team.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss!" The giant python, enraged by the pain, tightened its coils. Zi Lingtian could hear the black-furred tiger’s bones cracking under the pressure, yet the tiger refused to let go, clamping down and sucking the python’s blood with all its might.