Chapter 129: Kidnapping Someone Right in Front of Me?

Did I let this kid trick me?

At first, Cecil was gasping from the spiciness, but as he kept eating, a look of pure enjoyment spread across his face, even downing the broth.

Aoxi couldn't help but suspect that the boy was putting on an act for him.

But seeing the clarity in his eyes, it didn’t seem like a performance; perhaps this was truly a prodigy.

"Aoxi, let’s go get some bubble tea! And roujiamo—I want to pack one to go."

"Alright, alright, coming right up."

"Is it convenient to go in now?" In such a dead silent environment, under the depth of night, this question alone spread an eerie atmosphere naturally and chillingly.

Ye Fei now wanted to surround the guild headquarters with walls, at least to claim a territory of his own. But building a wall required 3,000 ores and 30,000 monster crystals. Moreover, the walls could be upgraded, which would demand even more ores and monster crystals.

For a moment, all eyes fixed intently, and the entire scene was engulfed in a strange, tense aura. There, the mysterious corpse clad in golden armor, though nothing remained but white bones, still exuded a majestic and awe-inspiring presence.

The people of the R kingdom never expected that Huaxia had already completed their defensive formation days ago. Plus, Huaxia had expelled the followers of the Church of Light early, weakening the Birdman’s faith power significantly within Huaxia.

The black eagle was struck, its entire body having evolved steel-like feathers that erupted sparks like dazzling fireworks, the crackling sound relentless.

Just then, Adu thought he had dodged, but as he broke free from the flashbang’s effect, he realized he was bleeding.

"Mr. Pat, this is a misunderstanding. I’m willing to compensate for your losses..." Lu Shanshan nervously said. At this moment, she no longer cared about pride; before the most powerful underground faction in Silaburg, the Skull Alliance, any resistance would be futile.

The fifth member of the Free Wanderers and Miao Qing’s expressions turned grave as they reassessed the young man before them.

"Does the core have any distinct features?" Eyes locked firmly on the burly figure on the screen, he searched desperately but still couldn’t find anything, biting his teeth instinctively as he asked.

Gradually, sunlight poured down, driving away the mist. The fragrance of fresh grass and the scent of trees blended—a pure breath of nature.

Mi Rong and Xia Wanqing, both veterans, clearly understood what Mila’s words implied, their eyes shining with ecstatic joy.

The Heart of the Reaper had struck fear into people’s hearts since ancient times. Even the Hidden Sect did not fully understand them. Jiang Fei couldn’t fathom how this nearly millennium-lost force suddenly reappeared and had even captured Su Yuling.

Based on his knowledge of the Yang Army, this man was connected to the Zhao family and wielded significant influence in the village. Such a golden opportunity to eliminate him couldn’t be missed. If they let the tiger escape, it would only lead to greater conflict later, putting all the circumstances against them.

He clenched his stomach, fighting off the turmoil within, then raised his hand and struck hard against Shen Lingwei’s nape.

At dawn, the countryside was bustling—feeding chickens and ducks, tending vegetables and watering flowers. The roads and courtyards were filled with people.

If others discovered the sellers’ information, it would shake the very foundation of the Xuanji Auction House.

"Master Shi, don’t concern yourself with them. Let’s discuss our own matters," Jiang Yunwan said irritably.

For a moment, their combined aura merged with that of Mount Wanren, making the mountain seem even more formidable.

"Tch." Liu Ruyi rolled her eyes dramatically, quietly picking up food with her chopsticks, treating Mu Lingsha at the banquet as if she were invisible.

Unfortunately, Bai Xin didn’t know that she had encountered Ye Weilan and Qi Ye—this famously eccentric and devoted couple. Her hopes were doomed to be dashed, and misfortune would surely follow.