Chungking Express

The Demonic Commander cursed furiously, waving his banner a full three hundred and sixty degrees as demonic energy surged like raging waves. However, the divine flames possessed such terrifying might that burning away the demonic energy was effortless. A dark golden giant sword cleaved through the demonic domain, driving straight to the core, and in an instant, it reached the very face of the Demonic Commander.

Chu Xiaoyao knew what they were plotting; it was nothing more than seeing the land values rising and wanting a larger share. By investing afterward, they would reap massive returns with minimal effort—such a deal was simply too profitable.

Lei Yu remained silent. Given the current situation, everything Luo Lele said was merely one-sided testimony without any supporting evidence, amounting to nothing more than baseless slander.

Zhen Wei and his wife were honest and kind-hearted people. A core principle of their outlook on life, which was also inherited by Zhen Long's character, was this: When you receive a favor from others, you must repay it with a spring of gushing water.

As soon as Qin Lang opened the door, he saw Qin Xue standing at the other end of the corridor holding a bowl and chopsticks! She only walked over after seeing him emerge.

The sharp spikes mercilessly pierced into his flesh, continuously churning inside as the vines wriggled.

After Zhen Long was suddenly injured, their minds were entirely occupied with how to find resources to secure the highest level of medical treatment and rescue for their son.

He shouted a reply, his voice echoing across the entire battlefield. This was a warning to the cultivators that the Mahayana realm experts were about to engage in war. Although it would take place in the boundless starry expanse, the fallout from a battle of laws was extremely vast, and those fighting within the black holes had to remain constantly vigilant, lest they be inadvertently shaken to death.

"Dad, Mom, Brother Meng, why are you all here?" Zhen Long's nose felt a bit sore, but he still forced a smile as he spoke.

This Qin Hu was vicious and ruthless toward everyone else, yet he was utterly submissive and treated his beautiful fiancée like a priceless treasure.

What could be more blissful than waking up every day to the smile of your beloved?

Xuanxuanzi felt baffled and looked toward Mizhu, but Mizhu simply rolled her eyes at him and ignored him. This left him feeling quite helpless, wondering what he had done to offend Mizhu this time.

Princess Sophie finished her sigh, leaving Yang Yi feeling even more smug. Although the name "Neutered Demon King" sounded utterly tacky, it was clear from Princess Sophie's tale that the Genie was a boss-tier existence, someone whom only the Archmage Gandalf could handle. Yet now, the Genie had to take orders from him—was there anything more badass than this?

As for Kushina, she was deeply moved, realizing that Long Fei was genuinely striving to resurrect Minato, even willing to venture into danger alone and deal with the most hazardous people in the world.

At first, I felt it looked similar, but I wasn't quite sure. Hearing Wei Yan put it that way made it feel instantly even more so.

On the other side, Yuan Zhu and Mizhu launched an attack on the red-robed wicked Taoist. Hand seals formed by Yuan Zhu caused his chopping-board-shaped magical treasure to sprout several sharp blades from its center, flying outward while spinning. Meanwhile, Mizhu waved both hands, sending the exquisite rings flying from her wrists to assail the wicked Taoist from both sides.

However, it was not because Li Lingyi was overly eager for quick success, but rather that time was genuinely scarce. Especially with so many people, every extra day dragged on increased the risk of exposure. If they were discovered by the soldiers of Harrenhal, the enemy would surely tighten their defenses, making things far more difficult.

"Li Yanque," Yun Lan's eyes gazed at him, waves of yearning surging forth along with the name spoken from her lips.

The Supreme Taoist shouted several times, yet Chang'er Dingguangxian was completely nowhere to be seen. A chill struck his heart, and his expression turned utterly furious, making the profound plotting of Yuqing and the others glaringly obvious.

Because his skin was exceptionally fair, paired with his snow-white garments, his two ears looked particularly striking in their redness.

The bearded man's accent was not local to Qiyang; he seemed to be rolling his tongue while trying to speak the Great Chu official dialect, even putting on airs to recite poetry.

"Has Uncle Zhong's matter been properly settled?" Ye Kaicheng glanced at the suitcase placed to one side, his mind drifting in quiet thought.

Yet he never expected that Bai Zihua would suddenly turn his attention here. As for Xu Rui, who had been constantly dwelling on Bai Zihua, seeing the real Bai Zihua face-to-face made him blank out in a daze, which was hardly surprising—he was likely overwhelmed by the pleasant surprise and naturally made the request for Bai Zihua to be his model.

"What's wrong?" Ye Kaicheng reached out, pulled Xu Zuoyan's nervously clenched fist into his own, and calmly inquired.

His protégés and former colleagues enthusiastically pooled their funds, allowing Liu Yu to finally scrape together one million five hundred thousand taels—a sum that left even the puppet emperor somewhat astonished.

The general content of the official dispatch was: Old Wang, you must train your troops well in Datong and step up war preparations. Fulfill your duty as a major border general of the imperial court, protect the common people, and render meritorious service to the court, and so on.

"What? You're coming over right now?" Qiaoyuan Jia caught fragments of Xu Qingyao's words, assuming that Xu Qingyao had already agreed.

Xuanxuanzi said impatiently, "How can someone like you, when spoken to nicely, try to push your luck? Forget about being the vice sect master; even if you offered me the position of sect master, I wouldn't care for it."

He hurriedly blew out a fierce gust of wind, scattering the thick smoke. Before Sun Wukong could react, another attack from Sa Tai sui arrived, and Sun Wukong was instantly buried beneath a sky full of swirling yellow sand.

Li Xuanyuan walked over to a spot several dozen meters away, followed by Xia He, Ji Hai, and the various elders of the Xia and Ji clans.

Naturally, Huo Zigin would not take such a powerful punch head-on. With the flick of his toes kicking up a gust of wind, his figure abruptly vanished from the spot.

Ancient demonic gods, a vast number of ancient demonic gods, stood upright and slumbered within the darkness. These combat weapons of the divine race were actually piled up in such a place in massive quantities.

"Brother Shixi, I, Hongyi, am here to exorcise demons and subdue monsters, not to play social politics." With that, Hongyi tossed the jade flute in her hand toward me. I dodged sideways, but she tipped off her toes and flew straight at me. I failed to evade and took a strike from her palm; the blow was light, causing me to retreat hastily by a few steps.