Chapter 61: His Condition is Critical

"Fatty, you seemed to have been touched by the blood corpse just now as well. How come you're completely fine?" You Lanying asked suddenly as she stepped forward. Inside the Hill of Guardians, Fatty had been knocked down by the general's blood corpse. So much time had passed, yet Fatty was still bouncing around with full vitality.

Perhaps in the past, Meibwan would have brushed this off as an unintentional joke. But after experiencing such an awkward moment just now, she could only lower her head and quietly focus on eating her meal.

With that, Jifeng ran toward the club's direction. Today was essentially filling in for someone else's shift, so the daily pay would still be given as usual—there was absolutely no reason not to go. Besides, Jifeng was considered a newcomer to the club. Since he was a newcomer and wanted to secure a foothold within the club, it was only natural that he should be more diligent and show a proactive attitude first.

Because Meibwan's scenes had little to do with Li Ming's, and they didn't need to appear in the same frame, today's filming focused mainly on Meibwan's parts, and Li Ming didn't show up at all.

"Brother Jiyu, Sister Qianqian, Sister Wan'er! Why aren't you..." She wanted to say more, but was stopped by the looks in Mu Qianqian and the others' eyes.

Facing the fanged tigers, Tianhuo could remain unafraid. However, if their numbers were too great, he could only protect himself and would be unable to assist others.

Returning home, Meibwan quietly took off her shoes, washed her face, and collapsed straight onto the bed. Zhao Su had already fallen asleep, her face still covered in a sleeping mask, looking exceptionally lovely under the faint moonlight.

After saying this, she shot him a seductive wink. As it turned out, he completely ignored her, but she didn't mind, stepping right past him and heading toward the secret chamber.

The balcony of this hotel was quite different from others. It used natural broad-leaved plants as partitions. The semi-recessed balcony allowed guests to appreciate the scenery outside while maintaining a close connection with the banquet hall behind them.

As for a person's life records, there was another legend: for those who attained immortal status or members of the demon race who left their kind and never returned, the recording of their lives would cease. Their records would then be moved out of the clan's biographical archives and placed elsewhere.

"The coronation?" Lan Youming nodded. He turned around, looked at the throne at the very top of the grand chapel, and slowly took a step forward, walking all the way behind Lancelot and leaving his back to all the believers.

Early the next morning, after bathing, scenting his robes, and tying up his hair, Bu Qianhuai was just about to set off to visit the Tongtian Sword Domain when an imperial pursuer arrived.

Furthermore, after latching onto Bi Qianmo, Lin Bixiao completely forgot about the existence of her sister, and even if she created opportunities for Du Caiwei, she wouldn't find a reliable backing for her own sister.

Lan Youming felt that all of this was simply too wondrous; he had actually managed to follow Wang Bin right in, completely acting as if Mr. Duan standing right in front of them was invisible.

On the way, they also encountered quite a few peak Post-Celestial powergers, and even bumped into a few rising stars of the Human Roll. However, everyone simply exchanged brief greetings and moved on, since the main event was scheduled for tomorrow.

"Luo Qiran, calling you stupid is an insult to the word stupidity." Could she really fail to see the feelings Shen Jiaming held for Lin Bixiao?

"Congratulations to the host for summoning a character, Head of the Six Strings - Cang. The head of the Six Strings of the Taoist realm Xuanzong, possessing extremely high cultivation. He carries a zither on his back and wields a sword, holding a detached and objective view of the world. Because he practices the Dao of Immortality, his actions align with the natural timing; knowing heavenly secrets and carrying out heavenly destiny, his state of mind has already transcended the mortal realm. He shoulders the divine mandate of punishing Xuanzong traitors and eradicating the demonic path."

Even though the wind and snow blurred her vision, Ying Sha could see with absolute clarity. That hand gripping the saber was steady and powerful.

"Lu Yan?" The entire finance department was thrown into an uproar. Although these accountants saw that Shuo Renhua had arrived, they each pretended to be utterly absorbed in their work. In reality, every single one of them had perked up their ears to hear why Shuo Renhua was looking for Chen Xue.

Regarding the affairs of New City and the demobilization of the hundred thousand veterans in the Western Frontier to become civilians, according to standard practice, retired soldiers were usually allowed to return to their hometowns and back to the Western Frontier.

The water in the sea—a massive volume of seawater was rising, concealing rubble and swimming fish within it, along with a silent fleet. Everything was pulled upward by this unbelievable gravitational pull. The entire surface of the sea seemed to have been artificially inverted, flowing backward into the sky.

The Crippled Duo were no ordinary figures; their tier was at least a notch higher than the Twelve Star Nights, and even top-tier families would not dare to provoke them lightly.

"Haha, young hero, take your time and think about it. Right now, you are in a low mood, and whatever you think about carries a touch of negativity. So when you no longer have so many idle worries in your heart, you will understand. At that time, this old man will appear by your side once again," the old man in cyan laughed heartily.

That bullet, with an initial velocity of nearly 500 meters per second, fired from such close range, was something even a god could not evade in time.

"Where is the Misty Peak?" Li Qing asked. Originally, he intended to cover the area with his immortal sense and head straight there. However, when he released his immortal sense, he discovered that the East Sea was unimaginably vast; his sensory range didn't even cover one-thousandth of its surface area, making it completely impossible to locate.

After all, keeping that item with him was useless, and he certainly wasn't going to study himself to death like Hermione.

Li Qing smiled and said nothing, personally waiting until Xu Panyan departed safely before turning and plunging into the ten-thousand-foot-deep ice spring.

His hand was swollen quite badly. Having already been injured, the brute force he put into that final punch made his hand injury even worse, and now it was swollen like a steamed bun.

Seeing Liu Huier's intent to pick a fight, Master Sang's impression of her plummeted to the absolute bottom. Coupled with the series of events he had encountered these past few days, which had already exhausted him mentally, his tone naturally wasn't very pleasant.

"Sword intent? Artistic conception?" Chang'an thought for a moment and said, "Then I can just practice the Quanzhen Sword Technique directly, or Tai Chi and the Xuanyuan Great Dao Fist. They should also contain artistic conception; why bother learning a whole new martial art?" The main problem was that he and Zhou Mingzhen were not practicing the same set of sword techniques.

Everyone had heard about this matter, so all eyes turned toward Cangma at once, wanting to hear what he had to say.