Chapter 66

Zhang Zejing smiled, led Mu Ziyun to a sitting room, and soon after, a servant came looking for him, causing him to step outside.

Meng Qi clenched his fists tightly, saliva stuck in his throat, unable to be swallowed down for a long time. He watched as the lids of all these coffins were pushed completely open and fell aside, and then many... uh, old men sat up inside?

Waiting is an unbearable process; very few people can endure the torment of waiting when there is nothing else to do, aside from waiting for an end that has no scheduled time.

Two tigers cannot share the same mountain, and how can one tolerate another snoring beside their bed? If they were that Winged Serpent King, they would also come over to check what kind of entity was acting so arrogantly nearby. If it could be eliminated, it should be done as early as possible; if not, they would better move away early to prevent the opponent from growing strong enough to wipe them out.

"Why must you push yourself to this extent? Who knows, this might not necessarily be a bad thing for you. Since two people are suffering, why not let just one bear it?" the old woman sighed leisurely!

"Chairman, the General Manager has arrived." Lu Weihong was already fully prepared, just waiting for Feng Muexue to show up.

"Young Master Wuxin, we meet again," Wang Yanming said with a smile, yet his gaze toward the person before him carried a hint of profound affection that others could not fathom.

The territory of the Orc Empire is vast and boundless, twice the size of the Dayuan Empire, yet the resources they possess amount to less than one-third of those of the Dayuan Empire.

Qin Yurong nodded, and just as she was about to take a step forward, her gaze suddenly froze as she let out a soft cry of surprise.

She let out a piercing scream, which startled Liu You. The heavy coffin lid slipped from his relaxed hands, crashing down with a loud "bang." The impact stirred up a gust of wind that whipped the curtains surrounding the coffin into the air, sending a flurry of accumulated dust tumbling down.

"I am going to find Meng Hu to see if I can persuade him to join my campaign against the Dark Organization and the Ling family. With Meng Hu on board, our chances of victory will be vastly increased," Wei Feng said in a deep voice.

"Bang!" The football sailed smoothly into the net. Because the shot was struck with such tremendous force, the ball embedded itself deeply into the wire mesh of the goal. The entire stadium fell into absolute silence, dead quiet both on and off the pitch.

Taisui wore the eldest brother's clothes—a grayish-black garment—having adjusted his physique to fit the attire. He carried his five-shot semi-automatic shotgun along with fifty rounds of ammunition packed into his rucksack. Inside the rucksack were also two large jars of premium purified water, as well as low-concentration nutrient solution suitable for both himself and Wang Ping.

Wei Feng walked slowly and alone along the cold, quiet street. The lonely streetlights playfully stretched and shortened his shadow over and over again, tirelessly repeating the cycle.

Upon hearing Sun Jiang's words, Wu Kai glanced at his wristwatch, nodded, and replied, "Alright! Lead the way with your car, and I'll follow right behind you." With that, Wu Kai shook hands with Sun Jiang once more and walked toward his own vehicle.

"You! How did you know?" Zhuang Qingqing's face flushed a deep red instantly. This fellow clearly knew that she had been hugging his clothes to sleep while he was away, which was why he said that.

Hearing Liu Yunxiu's words, Wu Kai brushed it off entirely and said with a cheerful laugh, "Yunxiu, don't you worry! Once my people deliver the money shortly, I'll go with you to pay off the debt."

That roar was majestic, profound, and steady. Though uttered upon the ocean, it sounded like a towering mountain bursting out from beneath the waves and standing firm in mid-air, shattering the tolling bell into pieces. Even Li Xun's whistling sound was affected and recoiled, throwing his vital energy and blood into disorder.

A thought stirred within Yuan Zhenxia... Huang Juan had connections in the Indochina Peninsula; finding Aying through her relations should be much easier.

Previously, he had used it once, but on that occasion, the interruption of the demonic sacrificial ritual caused by his physical movement resulted in the collapse of even the True Demonic Realm.

Among them, a tall youth with large eyes glanced at Jiang Yi and froze, but before he could take a closer look, he was yanked away and hastily struggled as he spoke.

It was not until Wei Feng cleared the ground that Meng Yu arrived fashionably late. It wasn't that Meng Yu hadn't considered jumping down like Wei Feng, but who told Meng Yu not to possess Wei Feng's skills? He could only wait anxiously as the height decreased meter by meter to a safe level before daring to descend.

Of course, the first time Lin Chaofeng returned later on was due to his father's passing, and at that time, he was also burdened with a bad reputation, marking his entry into the first major hurdle of his life.

After all, sustaining a newly founded sect for a year is no easy feat, and the disciples before him had not only persevered for a year but were also capable of generating a profit for the sect.

Zhou Tingyuan anxiously checked for quite a while, only to find that apart from that brief moment earlier, Jiang Yi was completely fine.

Especially regarding the seventh-grade medicinal pills, he had to provide two formulas. Although they weren't seeds for all the ingredients, they included several crucial herbs, yet the pill recipes were complete, allowing him to purchase the full set of herbs for concoction at any time.

By the seventh day, the population of that new type of bee had reached tens of thousands. Commanded by the queen bee, these new bees began hauling stones, actually piling them up into a strange two-meter-square structure.

Today, the sect master was absent, and the Great Elder seated high above was an existence beyond their reach—a single hand would be enough to defeat these "Nascent Soul stage old monsters."

Neither Liaokong nor Mo Feiye could be trusted. Only by walking through this water mansion in person and meeting more people could one ascertain the truth.

Shui Furong was too shy and embarrassed to look at him, simply wrapping her arms tightly around his slender, lean waist. In her mind, the lingering ecstasy of surrendering herself to him the previous night was still vivid, and she felt a slight nervousness at the thought of him seeing her most intimate skin in broad daylight, her breathing shallow and even.