118 Superheroes 27

Shen Yunyou had decided to take Chen'er down from the mountain and had set the date. When the day arrived, she was shaken awake early in the morning by Chen'er, who was already wide awake.

"Hah, you silly bird, since you're willing to pay such a high price for a piece of junk dagger, then take it. I'm done dealing with you," Mu Tianqi sneered derisively.

He used the harshest words possible, spewing venom, painting the Mo family as greedy social climbers who were shamelessly clinging to a passing remark in hopes of marrying into wealth.

They chatted while they ate, and by the time everyone was full and satisfied, more than an hour had passed.

Liang Huahua opened it to find only a few lines on the note, yet they were shocking enough to leave one breathless.

As she approached the campus, Su Momo’s heart began to flutter; she was terrified of encountering various situations, or perhaps being mocked and humiliated by others.

"Stop!" With the sound of a door being pushed open, Baili Cangming’s shout rang out, laced with overwhelming fury.

A deafening roar erupted as two swords burst with brilliant light. The divine weapons collided, and the resounding clash lingered in the air, refusing to fade.

"Try not to hurt anyone if you can help it; just grab the goods," the elder sister turned back and instructed solemnly. The dozen or so novice bandits nodded nervously, gripping their wooden staves tightly, half-standing and half-crouching, waiting to charge out behind the round-faced man.

His dark eyes seemed to blend into the night, making it impossible to read the emotions within them, yet he kept taking out the dark blue lucky pouch that Mu Wanqing had given him, staring at it blankly.

The five turtle shell fragments he had obtained belonged to: the first, where the dragon's head lay; the fifth, previously obtained by Xu Kun; the sixth, where Gao Pingsheng had been before his death; the seventh, jointly discovered by Tian Yuanzi and Xu Yunfeng; and the final piece, recovered from the Orc Valley where the dragon's tail was located.

It is well known that the greatest miracle of Meng Po’s soup is that it makes one live in a dream, forgetting all about their past and present lives. Once consumed, even the most deeply etched memories are wiped clean.

Fortunately, on the other end of the phone, the Jiang family did not object. Instead, they repeatedly emphasized that Jiang Lingmeng would have no special privileges and would be treated exactly like any other ordinary police officer.

"I'll tell you about that another day when I have time! What time is it now? Isn't it time for a shift change?" I said.

Then Wei Chixue and I sat in the back row. Naturally, the security guard sat in as well, as he still had to drive the car back.

After watching Zheng Qing and Zhu Qianqian leave, Han Ke took Su Wenwen back to her apartment. Su Wenwen invited Han Ke inside for a drink of water, but he declined, as it was indeed getting quite late.

Throughout the journey, Lin Feng had demonstrated extraordinary abilities, and all the disciples were convinced by him; they received his orders and left quietly one by one.

At night, after all the demon soldiers had "fallen into a dream," Long Ao and I appeared on the peaks on either side of the valley, followed by dozens of demon soldiers.

At his words, everyone began to sniff, and the more they sniffed, the more fragrant it smelled, until they all suddenly felt hungry.

Seeing that this method was effective, the other Taoists followed suit, summoning their fire-elemental constellations—three pigs, one snake, four monkeys, and two tigers—to surround the White Tiger completely.

Yang Muqing closed his eyes. Although he was only five years old at the time, what had happened was far too tragic, becoming a memory he could never wash away for the rest of his life.

Moving forward, they passed the Huoyun Cave without Red Boy coming to intercept them. When they reached the Kingdom of Wuji, the three national preceptors originally wanted to cause trouble, but a display of the Six-Eared Macaque’s supernatural powers scared the three monsters into letting them pass immediately.

Before the words had even faded, Ling Feng suddenly drew his sword, the blade crackling with crimson lightning as he slashed rapidly toward the old man in black.

The more she thought along these lines, the more excited Tsunade became, and she immediately decided to put it to the test.

"Of course I will agree. If I can't even persuade my own subordinates, how could I be a legion commander?" Ivan replied as if it were a matter of course, choking the Red-Clad woman into silence.

The remaining black iron ore was mixed with ordinary refined iron and forged by Mo Chi into sharp-grade weapons, mostly of middle-grade quality—far exceeding the standard steel blades Ling Feng had originally provided to his students. As for the refined iron used in the forging, it was naturally obtained by melting down all the weapons previously held by the bandits.

Might Guy couldn't be bothered to argue with Tsunade and went straight to the point to prevent her from uttering any more unsightly language.

How much effort it had taken for him and her to reach this point; if she were to turn around and throw herself into the arms of another man, he would truly go insane.

There were no alarms or clocks in the ward. Without the aid of communication devices like PMTs, the only way to track time besides sunrise and sunset was surely the rhythm of one's own heartbeat.

Thinking this, Xiao Ziqian’s hand reached toward Zheng Xi’s neck, but the moment his fingers brushed her skin, she shifted to the side and turned her back to him.

He hated Lady Yun, but he had called her "mother" for a long time, and he knew that beneath the relief he felt at her state, there was a complicated feeling he couldn't quite name.

Feng Qinglang did not waste any power on defense; the only thing resisting these physical attacks was the incomplete magic circle pattern.

The Huayue was as magnificent as ever, with the same pinks and greens, yet the tailoring of the clothing was different. At first glance, it was a total visual impact, but when you looked closer at the details, you would find that everything—from the craftsmanship of the belt to the patterns on the boot laces—was exquisite to the extreme.

A rain of arrows suddenly descended. Arrows have no eyes, and they struck from within the dense reed thickets, leaving no way to defend against them.

Bi Hen had tried several times to probe Ou Qingjin’s intentions, but Xia Ruixi kept such a close watch on her that she didn't even have the time for casual conversation. Following this, she provoked Xia Ruixi, and knowing she was about to be exiled, she went to Ming'er to weep and complain. After discussing it, the two decided to take a desperate gamble.