Volume 1, Chapter 56: Is This Woman a Monkey?

Bai Xuanxuan pressed her lips together and gave a faint murmur of assent, finding herself at a loss for how to explain the situation.

Sister Su blinked her bright eyes and asked, "So it really is your ex-husband's brother?"

"Junior brother, your complexion looks so much better! You passed out the moment you got back yesterday. To think you held on for so long with injuries that severe!" The abbot sighed.

"As long as you can get me to Moscow, I'll take all your seafood," Ye Chenfeng said.

Its reply only deepened Lang Qi's confusion, yet the creature offered no explanation whatsoever. Suddenly, Lang Qi felt something additional in his arms, and looking down, he saw that it was Xue'er, still fast asleep.

That munitions processing plant was entangled with numerous factions and was extremely troublesome to handle. That was a matter for the higher-ups; Li Quan could no longer do anything about it.

"Thud!" At that moment, the Zen staff that You Xiaohan had deflected finally fell, embedding itself deep into the ground right between the two of them, its base driving deep into the rock.

Naturally, Ning Han was astonished—astonished by the profound respect everyone here showed toward Li Quan, and astonished by the things he had spoken of.

Qin Yan lacked the strength to reply. His limbs twitched uncontrollably, his complexion was as pale as withered gold, fresh blood trickled down the corner of his mouth, and his pupils gradually began to lose focus.

"Is there something wrong with my diary?" Zhang Xiaowen asked with a blank expression of incomprehension. She had reviewed her final journal entry countless times yet failed to spot a single flaw.

He blinked for a fleeting instant, and the arrow had already left his grasp, piercing viciously into the spotted deer's neck. With a mournful cry, the deer collapsed headfirst.

"It's far too ominous! This is definitely the bloody hand that's been rumored in our village for a thousand years! Scared the living daylights out of me—what bad luck!" Gouwazi stroked his chest as he spoke.

Even if there were a hotel, Chen Hang probably wouldn't take her there... They had already sat in the couples' seats; did she really want to make things even more awkward?

With nothing said along the way, a month later they arrived at Bone Wolf Ridge. At this time, Bone Wolf Ridge was even livelier than it had been a little over a year ago, with ghostly entities blanketing the mountains and plains. Experienced and knowledgeable though Qin Tuan was, the sight of so many specters and ghastly beasts still made his hair stand on end. With such a massive quantity, even if they stood entirely still for him to slaughter, it would still run him ragged.

However, this collision did not give Ban Ming any sensation of physical contact. In the blink of an eye, this alien entity radiating the primal aura of the dark world charged directly into Ban Ming's body like a possessing ghost.

Yet only an afternoon later, Mo Wuming returned once again to the experience store, and after waiting in line for a long time, he entered the game once more.

In an instant, the sky grew dark and gloomy as a mass of black clouds pressed in from the distance, imparting a heavy, suffocating sensation.

Amidst the billowing demonic Qi, towering pillars of demonic totems stood erect. Some of these totem pillars were purple-black, some black-red, and others blood-red.

Next, he made numerous further discoveries, all of which corroborated his earlier conjecture, filling him with immense joy. If the adjacent world happened to be his "hometown," he would be able to find a way back.

The choice they offered was merely meant as sport before Yi Tianyun's impending death; how could they ever truly let him go? Once outside, he would be subjected to severe punishment.

Naturally, Qin Chuan, being thousands of miles away, could not hear the other party's roar. Finding that no one was pursuing him, he resumed his journey. The hardships along the way need not be detailed; on the outward trip, he had encountered spatial turbulence four times, and on the return trip, three times. During one of those instances, he was even swept into a meteor stream and forced to use the spatial traversal ability of the Azure Cicada Wings once again.

Therefore, while Tony and the Matrix didn't have to consider costs, Wang Feng certainly had to take them into account.

Eleven masters joining forces to meet the enemy, yet six of them defeated before the battle had even truly begun—such a thing had never happened since the creation of the heavens and the earth.