Volume 1, Chapter 139: The Ultimate Dilemma

Shen Zhaowu came to the hospital alone.

Upon hearing Shen Yanzhou’s words, she lifted her eyelids and asked with a puzzled "Hmm?" "Who is Zhou Jingdu?"

"Then who is he?" Shen Yanzhou’s expression remained blank, his fingertips tightening slightly. He seemed to know nothing about Shen Zhaowu, nor did he understand what had happened to her during these past days.

He knew nothing about her.

If anyone had seen the two of them just moments ago, they would have thought their eyes were playing tricks on them, for nothing remained in the place where they had been talking.

Fan Yu clutched his chest and slowly collapsed to the ground. He tried to move, but his body had already suffered grievous injuries.

With its green bricks and blue tiles, the layout and structure of the Palace of Mental Cultivation were no different from any other palace. Perhaps fearing that they might not immediately adapt to such cold and monotonous colors, the Emperor had specifically ordered twelve red lanterns to be added to the hall. With their mix of red, green, and blue, they were quite a sight.

"No need to be so polite. I admire him too; he’s a real man!" Zhuo Tian, who was quite fond of this honest and straightforward father-son pair, nudged Ye Shan’s chest and laughed.

Tang Yin remained quiet for a moment, suddenly finding Mo Mo’s chest to be very warm, like a gentle harbor.

"Who is Dong Zhuo? Sounds like a pretty big deal?" Wang Han’s voice drifted over, once again sounding discordant.

After crossing the wasteland and traveling for a short while, a massive mountain loomed before them. The wind whistled through the forest, creating a roaring sound—this was the Beast Forest.

"Tang Yang?" Glancing past Chu Hen and his companion, Zhuo Tian caught sight of Tang Yang and eight men in black, and his eyes lit up instantly.

Chu Chen looked deeply at Xing Chu before nodding. He knew that Xing Chu’s ambitions lay elsewhere; the infinitely distant higher continents were his true stage.

Zhuo Tian’s figure shot up, darting rapidly toward the dragon’s head. With a seal formed by his left hand, he slammed it fiercely onto the center of the giant dragon’s brow.

They had seen many restaurants along the way that looked decent, but they hesitated to enter any of them. In the end, they arrived at the HC Leisure Center; it was a familiar old haunt, making it easier for them to decide.

Unfortunately, no matter how well-protected a drone might be, it could not completely isolate itself from electromagnetic interference. A single standard electromagnetic pulse bomb was enough to scrap a drone worth a fortune.

This celebration, while held internally without inviting any media or outsiders, still drew a large number of participants.

With my grandfather playing matchmaker like this, Wu Sanniang and I were beyond the point of backing out. I closed my eyes in silent acquiescence, and Wu Sanniang lunged forward, kissing me on the lips.

Just like with Xiang Moyang before, a metallic "clang" rang out, as if that punch hadn't landed on Tang Yi’s hand, but on a piece of solid metal.

The air went dead silent. Shangguan Yunseng, sitting in the guest section not far away, choked and coughed; I knew I had made a complete fool of myself.

Suddenly, Li Changlin saw a massive iron chain spanning the void, about thirty meters away from the abyss.

Song Ming couldn't help but look over, and upon doing so, everyone present was moved. Liu Hu’s body was covered in countless blood-soaked wounds, and the arrangement of these wounds formed a strange and peculiar formation.

Therefore, the only thing that could stop the conflict between the two sides now was for one party to concede, or for one of them to run out of money in their bank account.

Moreover, judging by the Mother of Lightning’s appearance, she might be just as terrifying as Nezha had described.

Stepping into the elevator, Huang Weigang was about to press the button when he saw someone rushing over—needless to say, they were trying to catch the elevator.

She had come with full confidence to apprehend Zhao Hao, but now she finally understood that finding him was not a joyous occasion; it was a calamity, one greater than death itself.

She had always hoped that Ling Yang would inherit the throne so she could become the Demon Queen and rule the Demon Lands together with him. However, all these plans had been ruined by Yun Fan, filling her with deep-seated hatred for him.

Strange sounds echoed in the alleyway. Xu Fan felt puzzled; the sensation of being watched had not dissipated, and the radar on his hand showed that the person was right beside him, so why was there no one to be seen?

Through the reports from the Liu Family Estate, Liu Yicong realized he was quite wealthy. Besides this estate, he owned three rubber plantations, three farms, three wineries, three resorts, three department stores, three hotels, three guesthouses, three karaoke bars, and three beauty and body salons.

"It must have a history of about three or four hundred years, right?" Yi Tianzhi looked at Yi Changhong, wondering why he would ask such a question.

Yet even now, one could clearly perceive the noble temperament that still clung to Situ Wan'er.

Sitting in the cabin, Ye Tian felt the scene and couldn't help but sigh at the plot-correcting power of the Heavenly Dao.

Looking at the Fox Immortal, after that thunderous boom, the creature’s bowels had been blown out. The flowers and grass on the ground were uprooted, and mixed with the excrement, they were blasted into the sky before falling back down with a splat, covering the Fox Immortal in filth.

However, since it would be another dozen years before the "relic" reopened, Yun Fan was in no rush to leave the bottom of the cliff.

"She was awake when she arrived, but she was so drunk that she had to be sent away after causing a scene," the police officer said helplessly.

Pei Jin frowned, disliking Wen Nuan’s aggressive tone and even more so her refusal to let him get close. After all, they had been together once, and they had been so happy, yet now she spoke such resolute words.

Xiao Caifu tried to tug at the corners of her mouth, then tugged again, struggling to make her smile look less fake.

Unconsciously, Zhang Jianhao suddenly realized that the world before him had changed. The endless darkness had transformed into an unnaturally gloomy red. This deep crimson felt extremely oppressive, like the final sunset before the onset of night—the last glimmer of light about to be swallowed by darkness.

Shen Wan was startled and hurried to pull him up, but Ye Canghao wouldn't budge. Wiping the corners of his eyes, he bit his lip and kept his head down, looking every bit the part of someone admitting his mistakes.

At the far left of Chu Liangchen, Xiao Caifu leaned lazily against a large tree, holding an apple. She seemed quite satisfied with the scene before her, opening her mouth to take a large, crunchy bite.

Fearing that her identity would be exposed, Aya immediately vaulted over the side wall and made her way along the street toward the county government office.

After all, with the "Heaven-Mending Mirror" in Wang Zhan’s hands, there were many functions that were difficult to utilize or discover with his current level of strength.

Suddenly, Chu Qing exhaled a puff of hot air into Xiao Caifu’s ear. As her body trembled uncontrollably, he deliberately rubbed his lower body, wrapped only in a bathrobe, gently against hers.

However, until everything was finalized, she kept one foot in both boats to avoid giving up one side only to end up with nothing on the other.

Su Qing guessed what Ye Xun was trying to do over there after putting the pieces together. Startled, she quickly set aside her work and hurried out.