Chapter 114: Then how do you intend to talk to my brother?

Song Mi was filled with questions, but it was clear that none of them were appropriate to ask at this moment.

The fate of the car that had been rammed by Huo Qingjue’s vehicle was far grimmer. It had flipped over and tumbled for several hundred meters, crashing into a roadside shop, leaving the entire vehicle totaled and the driver dead on the spot. If it weren't for the fact that Huo Qingjue’s car was a luxury model worth over four million, equipped with world-class safety features and shock absorbers...

Sensing the man's scent, Zhao Qingran buried her head in his chest, her hands instinctively wrapping around his waist.

"It’s a real pity I didn't get to witness your skills when I was at the World Alliance last time." As he spoke, the Master of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect pointed his sword toward the heavens. The divine blade, Ancient Sword, clashed head-on with the brilliance of the sun and moon. A sword aura, long as a rainbow, surged into the sky, and dense sword energy swept toward Yao Yue and Li Lie from both sides.

At this moment, some members of the Ten Thousand Sword Gate felt their stomachs growling. Having gone hungry for half a day, they looked at the food and wine in the hands of the bandits with intense craving, some even unable to keep from swallowing their saliva.

Su Yao finally managed to steady herself. Watching the white lotion and essence oozing out from the shattered glass bottles, her mind went completely blank. Feeling her body tremble, she lifted her foot and kicked away a bottle of facial cleanser that was still intact.

The onlookers watched the old man who had spoken, none daring to interrupt, all appearing deeply wary.

It is now common knowledge that powerful sea demons, sealed away during the great war of a distant era, are about to invade the Central Continent. To cope with this, the Ten Thousand Calamity Demon Palace, the World Alliance, and the Cloud Immortal Palace have divided the Central Continent into three defensive zones.

"This battle map is incredibly detailed and quite unique; I haven't seen anything like it in all my years," the man said, lost in thought while staring at the sand table.

Chu Yan stopped speaking as well. She became even more convinced that Chu Yang would certainly intervene, so she could simply wait with peace of mind; when the time came, she would once again be the formidable Chu Yan, capable of stirring up trouble as she pleased.

His expression was so calm it was hardly worth mentioning, yet he exerted force while speaking with steady breath, which truly startled the platoon leader.

Su Yao felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured over her head. She guessed that perhaps before Lu Ranning left, she had done something so decisive that the mere memory of it made Xiao Songli feel desperate.

Xing Han swallowed hard. He had expected Duan Xing to stop him, but to his surprise, she encouraged him to go save Mei Luo and the others.

Mother Yao took the tissue, wiped the corner of her eye, and immediately fixed her gaze back on Yao Kexin.

"The priest is dead. There’s no point in us continuing to investigate in this city. Let’s rest for the night and head to the next location immediately; we may already be lagging behind the enemy," Mei Luo said, walking toward the church entrance without looking back.

That was right. The Rong family and Zhuge Yang had colluded to play the role of the oriole behind the mantis, suddenly attacking him while he was dealing with Fu Bo. It had nearly cost him his life in the Taiping Mountain Secret Realm, a grudge Ye Qiu still held firmly in his heart.

Two minutes later, Fan Linshuang appeared, carrying her bag. With an arrogant expression, she walked up to the handsome man. After a brief, passionate kiss, they both climbed into the sports car.

"Have you been rung like a bell, Ai Li?" I asked. I suddenly stopped, pulling myself away from the area where his hair was. It felt as if a stray, messy dog was approaching me.

The two ghost generals immediately began to glare at each other like fighting cocks. Who doesn't care about appearance? Even ghost generals, shrouded in gloomy death energy, still craved a majestic, imposing aura and a handsome look.

She spoke vaguely, but he knew exactly what she had said. He laughed, wanting to hear her say it clearly once more.

"Let’s go." Funa seemed to still be enjoying herself, but it was already time to head back.

There were already many crabapple trees in the Imperial Garden, but the one they went to see was the very first one that had been planted.