Chapter 55: Losing Composure

Ye Lan knew how incredulous Xiu would be upon hearing her voice. She did not rush to speak again, quietly waiting to give him time to react.

Half-asleep, Lin Mengya opened her eyes and looked at the person who was muttering endlessly right in front of her.

Seeing Cang Lan transform did not surprise Ye Lan much, considering she had already witnessed it once before.

Sun Wukong could distinctly feel the ropes binding him loosening slightly, and his divine power—like withered wood meeting spring—began to "moisten" his entire body's near-parched meridians as the bindings relaxed.

Hearing this, Li Dong could only turn at the intersection ahead and drive in the direction opposite to the Film Academy. Since the person had put it that way, if he still insisted on not changing clothes, wouldn't it easily expose his true intentions?

Seeing that nothing else seemed to be going on, she quietly walked over to the two corpse puppets.

Fang Quan nodded. He used to frequent such places often and could be considered a veteran of romance, but now he felt a strong aversion to them because he did not want to hurt Zhong Ling again.

Shen Ke let out a booming shout and unleashed the Coiled Dragon Tyrant Body. His muscles bulged high like lumps of iron, and crackling sounds echoed from within his body as his bones grew wildly; his limbs thickened, grew larger, and elongated, transforming into a height of one zhang in the blink of an eye.

"Alright, alright, why does your voice sound like that?" As soon as the elderly Master Liu heard that something was off with her voice, he forgot completely what he had been about to say and asked with deep concern.

Borrowing the phone from the landlady of the neighboring shop, she dialed the locksmith's left-behind number, only to hear a voice so slurred and muffled that it was incomprehensible. It was clear the person was dead drunk and certainly couldn't come back to open the door for her.

Lu Xiaohua did not dodge. She took another bite of the meat skewer, though she had to admit that when she first ate it, there was a sense of uneasy trepidation. After all, she truly had no idea what kind of meat this was—rat meat, snake meat, or something else entirely. Could it possibly be Chu Lv's own flesh?

Until she and Xeker passed by the two of them, the drunkard continued exchanging polite pleasantries on his own, paying no attention to them at all.

Zhao Qingya nodded, then gave a carefree, indifferent smile. "I know, but I don't regret it!" Seeing the worried look in her close friend's eyes, she couldn't help patting her arm and giving her a reassuring gaze. "Don't worry, I'm fine!" With that, she turned around and strode away with her head held high.

Yue Xinrui was already irritated enough; hearing someone make such a remark at this moment only fueled her anger even further.

With that, Yan Nuo intentionally coughed twice and spoke in a tone carrying a slight, trembling quiver.

"Cheng'er, Cousin, what are you doing?" Just as Chu Ning was pinching Steward Liu's cheek, Ma Yuqin's voice suddenly rang out from behind. Both of them immediately shifted their gazes toward the approaching Ma Yuqin.

Ye Tang was not a truly ruthless person after all. Since the two of them were completely unharmed, teaching this Ninth Miss a lesson was enough; to actually take her life was something she truly couldn't bear to do.

Of course, Jing He was also very happy with the gradual improvement of the imperial examination system. Clan selections, arbitrary appointments by the emperor, or recommendations by academy teachers were already things of the past, and scholars across the land were enthusiastically signing up.

Seeming to grasp a hint of the method, internal strength naturally referred to the coordinated movement of the human body's spirit, intent, qi, and physical force as a whole.

Suddenly, another figure slowly descended from the sky, landing on the battle arena. Carrying a sword, wearing a wide smile, and with lightning-bright eyes that swept across the entire audience, he fixed his gaze squarely on Chu Yan.

"She really isn't to blame." Gong Ming wore Yuan Li's face as he offered me an apologetic smile, though his smile looked more like a cry, leaving me unable to tell for a moment whether he genuinely wanted to smile or didn't want to at all. They say the face reflects the heart, but some people... are truly hard to judge by their appearance.

As for the countless air pirates aboard the warship, they were like pigs and dogs, instantly reduced to ashes by the scorching flames.

"You had me come over—do you have some clue about that bizarre time of death?" Song Ming asked, looking at Hua Ruotong's back.

The ninefold vault of heaven and the ten directions of space were continuously shattered by the violent power, and the surging, scattered kinetic energy swept through the entire gate of the anti-god path like a raging sea storm.

After pondering slightly for a moment, Tang Yi's gaze turned serious, and he decided to unleash even greater power and martial techniques without holding back any longer.

Watching the two of them leave, Goto also pulled Arai over to an unused court and began warming up.

When Fuji Yumiko arrived, it was already noon during the lunch break. Fuji did not go to greet her himself, but instead asked Oishi to make the trip while he went to find Sakuraichi.

He had thought he could completely manipulate Muli, but he never expected to be seen through by her in an instant, which made him very unhappy.

The black-robed figures dispersed, and the one addressed as the Right Envoy gripped the intelligence obtained from the demon race in his hand, a look of cold mockery in his eyes.

Su Yu smiled helplessly. "So, are we traveling further or resting for a while?" She looked at the people sitting on the ground. Could they still walk in this state?

As for that treasure map, he hadn't really cared much about it in the beginning anyway; who knew if it was real or fake?

It was just that young commander Lu, who hadn't been able to get a word in all along, wore a rather strange expression on his face. He seemed to have caught onto Yu Fei's biggest secret.

Most importantly, she was hungry, had lost too much blood, and had just smashed around twenty zombies, leaving her with almost no strength left.

As Sun Yuanjing finished criticizing Zhang Tao, ten minutes passed. Listening to the ticking of the clock on the wall, a trace of remorse slowly arose in his heart: How could he have criticized him like that just now? Zhang Tao was an honest and reliable backbone, far less eccentric and cunning than Long Wei. Scolding him was worse than scolding Long Wei.

"You make it sound so easy. If it were you, could you do it?" Yi Shuihan looked at Su Qingyi as his voice gradually grew louder.

Thinking of that old Taoist priest of the Way of Nature, Mu Han couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, thinking that if Taishang Laojun knew his disciples and descendants were such characters, he would probably be so angry as to vomit blood.

Griping his sword tightly, blood dripped continuously from his body. The intense pain kept Yi Shuihan's mind exceptionally clear. Looking at the demonic wolves continuously lunging at him, Yi Shuihan believed that while he was exhausted, the demonic wolves were tired too. He gritted his teeth and persisted, believing that an opportunity to seize a vulnerability would surely present itself.