Chapter 138: Hong City
The long sword flashed out of its scabbard once more, bursting with a brilliant white radiance as another white flood dragon lunged from the tip of the blade!
"Hiss! Is this the peak of the Spirit Disciple realm?!"
Bai Zongnan, who had been watching from the sidelines, was somewhat surprised. After all, this deviated from the initial setup; it felt as though Tang Shi Moran had become the protagonist, while he himself had been reduced to a supporting NPC.
At this thought, Bai Zongnan secretly channeled his spiritual sense, attempting to communicate with the real world. At the very least, amidst such deep confusion, Director Qi Xiusikui should—
Meng Fan's greatest strength was his mobility. Shielded by Long Saifei and the others, Meng Fan maneuvered through several detours and arrived inside the mobile phone store. The soldiers of the first and second battalions only saw a black shadow flash past, not even having time to catch a clear glimpse of who it was.
"Won't his appearance attract the attention of high-level forces? Like the Heavenly Squad, for instance. I imagine that once this thing appears, the masters of the Heavenly Squad will surely notice it," that person asked worriedly.
The jeep suddenly roared to life, its exhaust pipe spewing black smoke as it sped away. Chief of Staff Noda, sitting inside the vehicle, instructed the accompanying operations captain, "Fujiwara-kun, lead your operations team and hide secretly around the Rongchang Dyeing Mill. Keep a close eye on Manager Li of the dyeing mill. If you spot anything suspicious, do not make an arrest; trail them covertly."
The universe is too vast, and the human population is far too sparse. As expansion pushes further outward, wars will only multiply. Without a massive population base, it is utterly impossible for humanity to truly rise.
For thousands of years, abstaining from consuming one's own kind has been nearly an instinctual concept for humanity. Yet, in times of war or famine characterized by extreme food scarcity, cannibalism has never been mere legend.
Meng Yu thought to herself that any bird capable of hosting the Divine Phoenix must not be a common creature like a magpie, sparrow, or pigeon; otherwise, the Dragon Soul wouldn't need to make such a solemn fuss about it.
At that moment, all the gravel within a twenty-meter radius of Long Jin's body slowly began to float upward.
Deep within this starry expanse, the Human Allied Forces and the massive swarm of bugs were locked in a fierce, evenly matched battle.
Being familiar with the Jiu Team, Eggshell Princess naturally favored them at this moment, her tone carrying even a hint of pride.
Zhao Ling seemed to feel how exceptionally earnest her Uncle Gua was in his teaching tonight, and she listened with sweet obedience! Her heart brimmed with happiness and joy.
"Why use a specialized storage ring? Can't other storage rings be used?" Xin Wuchen wondered aloud. However, this waiter had reminded him of another practical reality: when an aircraft wasn't in use, it needed a place to be stored. Without storage space, how could one take it away? Surely he couldn't drag it along wherever he went!
After explaining to Diaochan how to use the Pear Blossom Storm Needle, Xia Xuan accompanied Wang Yun to the Han Dynasty imperial palace to meet Liu Hong, the Spirit Emperor, the foolish ruler of the late Han era.
Once, he had even encountered a multi-level marketing scammer who used the exact same tactic from the very beginning. Zhong Shaoqiang hadn't cared much at the time and had even chuckled, telling the other person that he was his lucky star. In response, however, the man had declared that he was no lucky star at all, but rather his harbinger of doom.
"You don't have to listen, but if you return without knowing how to proceed with the subsequent treatment, coming back to find me will require a fee and an appointment!" Gong Yichen replied with a smile.
Just as Xia Xuan was about to thrust his spear downward, another handsome young man roughly Xia Xuan's age, wielding a long battle axe, rushed out from among Yang Feng's troops.
To sharpen his sensory perception, he repeated his previous trick, peeling off the black robe given by the Taotie and tossing it aside casually.
Nevertheless, Gong Yichen's appearance still moved him somewhat. Both were newcomers who had arrived here together, and during practice earlier, he could tell that Gong Yichen's swordsmanship was quite remarkable. Given that they had only just met, most people in such a situation might not have directly stepped forward to help.
"For a dignified mayor to speak to you so bluntly, he must not be a good bird either." Zhang Liuyi had only caught a fraction of the inner thoughts, but his impression of this government official completely plummeted into darkness.