Volume 1, Chapter 60: I Will Definitely Catch Them

When they rushed to Chu Yi's side, what met their eyes was Chu Yi's violently trembling body and a face severely distorted by pain.

I wiped my mouth and looked toward the man. He was wearing a red plaid shirt, black-rimmed glasses, jeans, and black sneakers. He was quite handsome, with long bangs covering part of his left eyebrow and half of his eye.

Looking at the violent zone ahead, a trace of fear flashed across Serbelia's face. Too many unknowns were hidden within this different space.

The wailing grew more intense, shifting from distant to near. Wang Dao retrieved the Nine-Inch Dragon-Subduing Needle into his sea of consciousness and landed at the mouth of the newly opened passage. Although the seawater was still gushing inward, the flow rate had decreased significantly.

Even though he currently had eight peak celestial beings by his side, these eight could not appear in the outside world, making their existence practically useless.

However, Chen Fang felt that Luo Ning was right about one thing: having fewer experts was actually his own opportunity. Why bother thinking about relying on others?

Xuanlingzi wore a look of utter astonishment, not expecting the conversation to break down after just a single sentence. Thick-skinned from his time lingering in official circles, he simply sat down, though he would not be getting any tea.

After listening to the cause and effect recounted by Ye Zi, Chen Fang began to feel a bit apprehensive, as he was a reasonable man.

In just a few short days, this was Chu Yi's third time coming here. One had to admit that this place shared a profound fate with him.

"No, absolutely impossible." Bai Ye, who had just said it was possible a moment ago, immediately declared it impossible.

Visually estimating, this bag must have been sent by Yang Jia. Because that fellow's attitude last night was extremely resolute and he was very worried about him. Should he give him a call? He picked up his phone, only to put it down a moment later. Better forget it, it was fine if this matter just passed like that.

"Hmph, how dare you cause trouble in the Immortal Sword Sect! I have already used a sound-transmission talisman to notify the law enforcement team, and they will be here shortly." The young man who had earlier exchanged glances with the sturdy man saw Ye Yiran make a move, instantly crushed a talisman paper, and shouted sternly at Ye Yiran.

"I'm sorry, sir, this is a tea house, we don't sell lobsters." The waiter gave Yu Sheng a huge rolling of the eyes.

At this point, there should be some internal strife among the Tujue. If she could propose having Jun Ninglan help him eliminate the hidden threats from his uncles and brothers, it would also allow Jun Ninglan to gain another ally, achieving mutual benefit and a win-win outcome.

In the ensuing battle, Andy discovered that the damage dealt by Death Burst after upgrading was extremely high, and the critical strike damage was also exceptionally high, with the multiple-attack effect having increased significantly as well.

Ling Xingchen took a step forward, and countless spiritual energies erupted from his body. His hand seals shifted abruptly, and specks of starlight gathered around him. Then, as he threw a punch forward, those starlight particles shot ahead along with his fist.

Seeing that Yu Sheng had recovered from his illness, Qiao Feng was also very happy. He had long since perceived that Yu Sheng possessed formidable martial arts skills. Furthermore, given that Qiao Feng was heading into the northeastern forests not knowing what dangers might lie ahead after injuring Azi, having an expert to look out for each other was a good choice, so they journeyed northeast together.

Unlike the perpetually warm climate of the south, the north was bitterly cold and severe, making heavy snow a unique scenery of the north. For warfare, the impact of heavy snow was self-evident.

"I'm not going upstairs; the dishes aren't washed yet." Ouyang Yingqi found it inexplicable; why had Ouyang Linwei suddenly become so strange?

Returning to the classroom, Qin Beifeng was warmly welcomed by his classmates. Naturally, everyone's hearts were even more unforgettable of the luxurious trip to Hong Kong.

"Go back and rest." Haotian spoke indifferently. With that, he soared straight up into the sky, and his figure vanished instantly.

Even Mu Youhan was dumbfounded by this. What was this guy trying to pull now? Could it be that seeing Thanatos was beautiful, well-figured, and powerful, he was planning to switch sides on the battlefield?

However, the schemes and plots of the Yankee devils had severed the heritage of Japan's ninja, shrine maidens, and onmyoji. Lacking this foundation, Japan never again produced an expert capable of overawing a region, to the extent that they still had to look up to others and beg pitifully to this day.

They marched under the banner of environmentalism while covertly providing cover for these fellows, and some even masqueraded as environmental activists in public while operating as the masterminds behind gutter oil rings and the like behind closed doors.

"Shouldn't we continue fighting?" Mu Youhan asked, somewhat discontentedly reminding everyone as she watched them all stare blankly at Ouyang Pengcheng's gladiatorial performance.

Beauty Su's peach-blossom cavern was likely drenched through by now as well. Zhao Yulong intended to strip away the final two barriers on her body and then possess her. Yet right at this moment, his phone rang.

Weller was startled by his anger, shrank his neck, and cursed his bad luck under his breath. It seemed that whenever the boss was in a bad mood, he must never act on his own accord to try and please him, or else he would inevitably be in for a thorough dressing-down.

The warriors of the Saint Seiya family, who had long been prepared, surged forth. Amidst furious roars, the double-edged broadswords in their hands danced as they charged without hesitation toward the Death Messengers. More than a dozen double-edged broadswords formed a web of blades closing in on the enemy; no matter how formidable the Death Messengers were, they had no choice but to retreat and avoid the sharp edge.

As she spoke on and on, Su Ruhui's voice gradually faded, and unconsciously she fell into a deep sleep once more. Seeing this, Ziran was not surprised, since the medicine prescribed by Physician Yan inherently contained calming ingredients. She removed Su Ruhui's outer garments, tucked in the quilt edges, lowered bed curtains, and quietly retreated on tiptoe.