Chapter 139: The Great Demon King 18

Had nothing happened to her, Shiho Miyano would have continued to work properly within the Organization, if only for her elder sister's safety.

Secondly, the unique mystical properties of the Firebird Mirror itself were exceptionally suited for self-defense, resisting bitter cold, and possessed remarkable utility in such an environment.

"Is that so? He really thought of everything," Ye Li nodded, yet a strange feeling suddenly arose in her heart. It wasn't until evening that she suddenly recalled how Qin Lang had clearly stated that day that his trip to Hong Kong was a temporary decision. However, since it was decided on the spur of the moment at noon, what reason could he possibly have had to hand over the red envelope to someone early in the morning?

"What are you thanking me for?" Mo Shaodong forced a bitter smile. Over these past few days, he had already guessed the outcome, but he still refused to give up. How could he possibly let go? He understood Qin Lang far too well, and precisely because he understood him so thoroughly, he could not believe—could not believe that Ye Li could ever find the happiness she desired by his side.

At a moment of imminent peril, Tobirama suddenly flashed forward, scooping Zhou Xuan up in the awkward posture of a bridal carry and streaking across the horizon, narrowly dodging the slash of the Susanoo blade.

Similarly, the Second Knight Frodo, a fellow on good terms with the Scarlet Lotus, was hardly a wicked person either. Furthermore, he hadn't joined out of any desperate plea to the Kingdom Organization, which meant Jack could not easily manipulate or control him, and naturally would not rely on him too heavily.

Yet he had never anticipated that these guards would actually fail to carry out his orders.

At the same time, the remaining guards had already returned to Lin Yu's side.

Calling upon Zhang Chulan was because he temporarily represented the faction of temporary workers employed by the Company, and their target was precisely Biyou Village, a place where ordinary people were being converted into Outcasts. If they remained ignorant of the situation and stubbornly insisted on obstructing him, it would still prove to be quite a troublesome affair.

"You really missed your calling by not going to law school; every other word out of your mouth is 'confess honestly' or 'come clean with the truth,'" Ye Li chuckled. Qin Lang's car was conspicuous enough; to avoid drawing attention, she had insisted that he drop her off an intersection early, yet she never expected to be spotted by Li Li all the same.

"There is bizarre true qi attached to this wound, preventing it from healing properly," Tang Fangfang explained. She had noticed the strangeness long ago, but her opponent was in the same realm of cultivation as herself, and sustaining injuries was simply unavoidable in such a situation.

The other Tang Jun was an absolute duplicate of him—his movements, expressions, and tone of voice were entirely identical, to the point where even he himself could not tell them apart. Watching Wang Xiao embrace the other version of himself, Tang Jun felt a complex whirlwind of emotions, impossible to fully describe.

"This... this brother, let's talk this over," the remaining three martial artists pleaded, their courage completely shattered as they looked upon the two companions who had perished in an instant.

Tang Jun had seen the building at the center of the academy before; it was a very ordinary-looking structure constructed from blocks of black stone, with no guards stationed at the entrance, surrounded solely by a ring of blooming flowers and grass.

"You... you aren't lying to me, are you?" Tang Fangfang asked hesitatingly, harboring some doubt regarding Lin Chen's true motives.

The duration of the Tyrant Body skill was limited; after the disciples of the Heaven-Earth Sect covered a distance of three steps, the crimson hue across their bodies faded away, and their complexions turned ghastly pale. They had suffered heavy injuries earlier from Ye Qingtian's martial arts technique.

Along the way, Cao Yuchen drove while excitedly explaining to us the entire master plan for this journey to help the amnesiac brother recover his memories.

The first batch of products numbered ten thousand sets in total, yet only half of them made it onto the display shelves of major department stores.

"According to my flawless training plan, squeezing into the top three shouldn't be much of a problem. But since you're finally showing this much enthusiasm, I suppose I won't stop you. However... is there one thing you happen to know?" Old Goat adjusted his glasses and said.

"Do you like singing?" Sanguo flipped through the records; some of them were quite ancient, pressed on heavy shellac discs.

"Just went out for a swim," Sister Ping glanced at him, then immediately shifted her gaze back to the television screen.

In the Martial Cultivation Continent, numerous unorthodox and crooked paths relied on sacrificing the future to harvest achievements in the present. Such desperate attempts to quench thirst by drinking poison appeared frequently, and it was hardly surprising to find them within the Crimson Fire Sect.

"That's fine. Once the two of you are wedded, it won't be too late to tell him then. I imagine her royal father will be quite delighted to learn that you can become the heir to their Kingdom of Huajin," the monster Blood Elf whispered softly into Dugu Jian's ear.

At this moment, apart from Li Zhi, who had been hurled against a nearby cliff face, the four individuals present arrived at entirely different decisions.

In addition, Li Zhi had traded the "Blade of the Beast Scroll" acquired from the instance dungeon with the Predators in exchange for a "Dagger Mastery Scroll" to cope with the effects of the high-frequency vibration blade in his left hand.

Hearing this, Bi Cheng opposite him was startled for a moment, before bursting into sudden excitement the very next instant. His face, already difficult to look at, became even more repulsive—at least, that was how Yun Fei felt in her heart.

He wore a single shoulder bar and a single star, though I had no idea what rank that signified. Hearing this, the police officer holding the notebook unlocked my handcuffs, and a wave of instant relief washed over me.

She had changed into someone he barely recognized. He could not tell whether it was the imperial palace that had worn away almost all her former resilience, or if the person he saw today had completely abandoned everything that once existed between the two of them.

Three specters dragged their souls high into the sky, then adopted a hanging posture and plunged downward in a rapid, fierce dive. Instantly, a billow of dust the color of earth surged across the ground, as if nothing could be left behind where the heavens met the earth save for a smear of soiled memory.

"What? Is that all the courage you have? Weren't you acting so arrogant just now? Now that you've seen everything you wanted to see, how does it feel?" Bao'er sneered lazily, yet the murderous aura radiating from her entire body chilled one to the bone.

The man raised a hand and gently peeled away the artificial skin from his face, revealing a peerlessly fair visage tinged with a faint blush.

Bao'er lifted a hand to touch the increasingly itchy scar on her face, a mocking smile curving the corners of her lips.

Su Mengyun remained entirely silent, tightening her grip on her treasured sword as she lashed out with a backhand strike aimed at Qin Menyu's feet.

Suddenly, Lin Wei let out a soft moan, her entire body pulled into Su Beis's embrace. The surrounding air gradually grew thick and hazy, and the heavy panting was undoubtedly the ultimate aphrodisiac. Su Bei had never imagined that the sweetness stolen from Lin Wei's lips could be so utterly intoxicating to him.