Chapter 110: Where Is the Paper Boat?

Under the Lord of Hell Miao Qimiao 1190 words 2026-04-13 19:50:19

The foxman, Gaoshan, paused before saying, “I want you to help me kill Black Snake.”

“Once Black Snake is dead, you may do with me as you please.”

It had been four days since she left God-Immortal Island. She had originally hoped to return home as soon as possible and spend a few more days with her parents, but that beautiful dream had been shattered yesterday. Her attempt to dissuade Cao Kui on the mountain had ended in failure, and her conversation with him had broken down completely. If Xu Yunchao had not intervened to save her, she likely would never have made it down Mount Tulong.

Perhaps once she would have believed he had done it for her. Now she felt he had done it for the Bai Xue of the past. He claimed to love her, so why did he remain so fixated on the memories she had lost?

All at once, Zhang Fan unleashed his domain. A surge of frost burst forth. Li Qing swept his sleeve and hurriedly dodged aside, while simultaneously opening his own domain. Faced with Zhang Fan’s strange and unfathomable domain, he dared not be careless.

“Go on.” A faint smile lifted Lin Mohan’s cold face. He looked all the more like a zombie when he smiled—better when he did not. The smile was far too forced.

“Open!”

With the naked eye, one could vaguely make out a blue radiance descending from the sky, enclosing both the Thunderclap Daoist and the Sword Sovereign. The length of the radiance happened to equal the distance between them.

“Then I thank you, Senior.”

Yu Feng glanced at the magic stone before bowing to Du Yuesong in gratitude.

The added effect was simply astonishing! The only drawback was that the cooldown was somewhat long—three whole days. Still, given how powerful the skill was, a longer cooldown was understandable. For now, all he could do was wait three days, then purify the strange symbol on his arm.

Carrying the company’s documents, Ye Zhenxuan headed toward the Nangong Group. The Ye Corporation was now in grave danger and could declare bankruptcy at any moment, just like so many other companies. His only remaining option was to find a major company willing to inject capital into the Ye Corporation.

When Zhang Mingyu acted as though he had not heard her, Ouyang Qing remembered the phone call scheduled for eight o’clock and immediately thought of Hongxing Real Estate, into which she had poured countless years of effort. Panic seized her heart. She had completely forgotten to question Zhang Mingyu and instead rushed forward, spreading both arms to block him with her body.

Looking at Zhou Qizheng’s infuriating, insolent grin, Lin Canghai knew that Zhou Qizheng was about to ask him to handle something. He merely nodded with a smile.

“Uh…”

Hearing what the ring said, Lin Canghai thought for a moment. If that were truly the case, he would have no chance of getting close to her at all. He simply sat there in silence, pondering how he might approach Li Muzi.

Helen said, “Other than gold bars, I’ve never seen him exchange anything else for money. Qianqian, am I right?”

As for the five hundred experience points he should have received for defeating the counterfeit Shiba Kaien… naturally, they were gone. After all, Lin Ming himself had not defeated her. If Nelliel had not intervened in time, he would probably have died on the spot, let alone received any reward.

After this happened several times back and forth, James finally lost patience. When Oliver attempted another teleportation, James sent him directly to a different location.

The captain said, “If I’m not mistaken, while you were researching solid fuel, the Gray Ones had already begun experimenting with liquid-fueled rockets.”

Lin Feng cultivated as he moved deeper inside. The chance to glimpse the legendary dragon race was quite appealing.

Lin Ming suddenly felt a wave of weakness and helplessness, as though his entire body had fallen apart. Lowering his head, he saw yet another tentacle piercing through his body.

In the main hall of the courtyard, Zhu Houwei lay in a wicker chair. Several copper basins sat in the room, the ice inside them radiating cool air. With his eyes slightly narrowed, Zhu Houwei chatted idly with Madam Ma.