Chapter Ninety-Three: The Beggars’ Gang Strikes

Chapter Ninety-Three: The Beggars’ Sect Attacks

After Shi Bai finished playing games with Gao Yang, he lay on a recliner on the balcony after dinner and looked up at the sky. White clouds shifted and changed before his eyes, now into a chicken, now into a dog. He suddenly thought of an idiom that was not very famous, but had been made popular in that era by a crosstalk comedian: drifting clouds and white hounds.

Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; the sea turns to mulberry fields and back again.

Watching the evening sun gild the clouds in gold,

a tall, impressive man stepped out from the righteous camp. He carried himself with a fierce aura, and the mere sweep of his eyes made people feel uncomfortable all over, as though a sharp sword were pointed at their throats.

Yet when they saw him lazily curled up in Fox Charm’s arms, everyone was left speechless. He was still as lazy and gluttonous as ever.

Passing through layer upon layer of checkpoints, Chen Ran finally arrived at the seventy-seventh-floor laboratory where Lin Qi was located. Fortunately, Zheng Shan was there today as well.

He had once understood chess, but after watching the match between the Sword Venerable and Li Yisheng, he realized he no longer seemed to understand it at all.

A pill capable of helping martial artists break through their realms—if such a medicine ever appeared, it would surely stir up a tremendous storm in the world of martial arts.

In a certain part of the twenty-fifth-level universe, there floated a boundless expanse of enormous, dark-green insectoid celestial bodies, stretching without end. This was the true base of the insect race.

The matter on the Feather Wing side could now be considered concluded. After arranging the personnel to take over there, the Shadow Commander led his troops back to the capital, preparing to focus his assault on the Hundred Woods side.

The chief steward was inwardly anxious, but after hearing Ghost Unconventional speak so calmly and unhurriedly, she felt somewhat reassured. Since he was so composed, perhaps he really did have a sixth-tier warship.

Yang Yi went straight to the mansion where the treasure had been hidden before and forced her way in. She had already surveyed this estate from every angle earlier, and now she went directly to the stables.

“Qin Mubai, what are you doing!”

Lin Yannan’s body slammed into the headboard. Hastily, she reached out with trembling hands to press the alarm, but no matter how many times she hit it, there was no response at all. The line had long since been pulled out by Qin Mubai.

Zhao Fei could understand Er Wa’s feelings. It was the relief of regaining something lost, and the easing that comes after extreme tension.

As a dimensional merchant under Lin Luo, he did not wish to see too much slaughter in the worlds he controlled.

Even the wedding character still hung on the gate. One of them had drooped down, ignored by no one. Jian Yali had been married for barely more than half a year, and the red decorations were still there, yet the person was gone. It was truly a pity.

A chain of firelight lit up along the stone wall in succession, clearly from someone igniting the lamps built into it. The flames trembled and flickered ceaselessly, as if fearing the evil god about to descend.

However, after hearing the other party’s explanation, were the untouchables somehow similar to those who had been infused with “thought”?

The others could only grumble to themselves; they did not dare say it aloud. After all, exposing Big Brother Guo’s embarrassment would earn one a kick in the backside.

Taking his wife out shopping and to the movies—wasn’t that what an excellent husband ought to do? How had he failed to think of it? No wonder the warmth in their relationship had still progressed so slowly.

Besides, what sort of person was Zhu Han? Before Zhang Jiao’s rebellion, he had been one of the rising stars of the Han dynasty, and the businesses under his command were highly favored by the great scholar-official families.

As Wang Bin’s mother, she most likely suffered from some illness, perhaps even an incurable one. Thus Wang Bin may very well have used the power of thought in order to cure his mother’s disease.

After merging with the essences of the two extraordinary objects, the power of the golden-light formation diagram and the black-light formation diagram greatly increased, acquiring an unfathomable and marvelous force. The two powers passed through one of Li Ming’s clones and converged directly within the pure yang golden core in its body.

Otherwise, once the final results were announced, if anyone were to renege on what they had said, it would affect the final score.

It was only that when Lin Gui saw this person, a smile appeared on his face, because he knew that with this person’s arrival, he should no longer be in danger.