Volume 1, Chapter 43: Beibei Loses the Treasure That Seizes Fortune

Upon hearing the choice made by Su Sheng, the old man in the black robe burst into loud laughter, appearing extremely pleased.

I instinctively looked toward the ghost ship. Since it brought me here, surely it couldn't just be for me to broaden my horizons and act as a spectator, right?

"Mr. Niu, stop joking around. Just tell me straight, can you help my family rebuild our house or not?" He Pandi was in no mood to listen to Mr. Niu sighing and rambling on here; she only wanted a practical and beneficial answer to that question.

Fortunately, vanguard generals like Su Quanzhong, Huang Tianxiang, and Lei Zhenzi charged out of the camp. Lei Zhenzi descended from the sky to rescue Chen Qi, while Huang Tianxiang rode forward to hold off Nezha.

After saying that, he turned and walked away. Shen Duo seemed momentarily caught off guard; the second I turned around, he suddenly reached out and grabbed me. Purely out of reflex, I slapped his hand away.

I placed the flowers by my feet and secretly sized up the 28th floor. It was filled entirely with beauties, making the place look like an imperial harem. It seemed Qin Dongli's private life wasn't as clean as the media made it out to be! Tycoons and beauties were always a classic pairing.

When he uttered those words, his gaze grew profoundly deep. I could not discern what emotions lay within, yet I was left speechless with shock by his groundless statement.

However, I would rather keep my impression of Shen Zhaoxi locked in our first meeting—that smile like warm spring breeze. Only then could he truly be described as gentle as jade. As for the current him... hehe... People are free, it has nothing to do with me.

"To enter the Black Mountain, one must obtain a token. Without a token, even if you manage to get inside, you will be discovered by the adoptive father." Black Wind knelt on the ground, seemingly murmuring to himself or perhaps speaking to Mu Bai.

"Teacher, you must understand that I did that to save you, so you don't need to feel embarrassed at all. You were framed by others!" Wang He shouted loudly.

At this moment, Lang Qige was already trapped within Princess Jielan's sword play. If no one stepped in to help, Lang Qige would likely fall defeated to Princess Jielan.

Wang Chen and his party were strolling around quite happily. In stark contrast, the senior executives in the Spring Source Corporation's conference room were sitting on pins and needles.

"No problem, but Feng Qingxue in Number Four Prison must be killed." A fierce, cold glint flashed through the mute woman's eyes. Her only duty was to protect her sister Xue Yiyi, and now that her sister was dead, she would protect her sister's son Yan Zhen. As for anyone else, she could execute them without mercy.

Although Shu was geographically mountainous, there were still many routes nearby to purchase horses, especially among some barbarian tribes who had the custom of raising horses.

As a nomadic people, the primary characteristic of the Khitans was an army centered around cavalry—coming and going like the wind with strong mobility. Even if they suffered a defeat, their forces could quickly retreat and preserve their fundamental strength.

Lu Han extended a hand and pressed his fingers against Madam Zhao's pulse point. Sensing her weak pulse—the very manifestation of frailty following a prolonged illness—he then channeled a strand of vital energy, accompanied by a wisp of his own divine sense.

Snake Senior was already suffering a torment worse than death, and now, being provoked so severely by Pig Senior, he was so infuriated he almost passed out cold.

"Indeed, the order came directly from the Great King. As for the reason, you'll have to figure that out yourselves, or go ask the Great King in person!" Zhu Siqing shook his head and smiled.

When Anzi heard that it was that fellow's master, he was so frightened he scrambled on all fours and slipped away into the inner hall. He never imagined that Xiuyue would play things even dirtier than he did. This was a lump of ultra-adhesive feces; once it smeared onto you, it would never come off unless you hacked off your face and buttocks together—a bloody, painful lesson.

If he needed the Aura of Fortune to provide some assistance in hunting down the Wood Raccoon Chieftain, how much help could 20 points of fortune provide?

"Then your target was me from the very beginning?" Doctor Bai seemed to finally understand everything at this moment.

"Are you saying this incident was a solo operation by a single mutant?" Phoenix Lute was practically the embodiment of wisdom among mutants; aside from Phoenix Lute, no one else possessed a sharper mind.

Seeing him in this state, Jing Yi did not know whether to pity him or gloat over his misfortune.

At the same time, she unhesitatingly abandoned further experimentation within the game and returned to reality with her meager earnings. She still had to rely on these tiny savings to achieve her goal of papermaking in the real world.

Cheng Jingzhou showed no signs of waking up whatsoever, resembling a vegetative state—most likely never to wake up for the rest of his life.

"Is that true?" Mile turned around in delight. Just now, Lin Xiyao had been rambling to herself behind his back out of boredom until he caught the words: "Before long, I shall break off my engagement with Misheng, and you may take him back then." Only then did he react.

"Is that so? What a pity." The Demonic Cult Leader wore a look of regret. Zhu Sha disliked this person and had remained silent all along, but now she could no longer hold her tongue and spoke up.

Gu Xingliang finished speaking in one breath, yet the surrounding air pressure remained stubbornly low. Her heart leaped up into her throat again—could it be that the Great Devil wouldn't listen to a single word she said now?

Lying limply in the pool of her own spurting blood, Yuan Mozhi's body trembled continuously from overwhelming agitation. He wanted to stand up, wanted to utter a complete sentence.

He deliberately omitted the paramount ritual of three kneelings and nine kowtows, his previous silence seemingly born of genuine awe and terror at the title [Sword Saint].

Though his current strength could be said to completely suppress Duan Yunli, he did not put on an arrogant display, but instead sought instruction with utmost sincerity.

As for the reason for choosing the railway station... there was no special reason. One could only say that Yiyi and Old Tian were unlucky enough to slip into the train at that exact moment, running right into the foreign female minions who were engrossed in plotting an attack.