Volume 1, Chapter 60: Another Way to Make Money

Exploud itself didn't feel much, long accustomed to faithfully carrying such a heavy backpack on its back.

Zhang Mingyu was still singing, completely unaware that the song he had casually performed had caught the eye of internet users and was even going to be used as a theme song.

Duan Lang furrowed his brows deeply, forming his fingers into a sword shape and pulling back to recall the Fire Kirin Sword, only to find that more dolls had suddenly leaped out from the ground and grabbed onto the sword, making it impossible to retrieve for a moment.

Who would have thought that when it was Pikachu's turn, the box was opened without any effort at all. Moreover, the moment it was opened, it formed a violent resonance with Pikachu, instantly producing a blindingly intense light.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!

Before the words had even faded, the window was suddenly pushed open by a folding fan, which then landed squarely on Liu Gui's head, immediately followed by an angry roar from Mo Wuwei.

When all was said and done, it was because these people had family members left behind in Yanzhou as hostages; as for the others who had betrayed, perhaps they had no family members in Yanzhou, which was why they dared to betray so boldly.

As he was thinking this, the puppet clicked and clacked, transforming into a dragon throne, identical to the one Jiang Yufeng was sitting on.

This punch was not particularly heavy, but it drove the true intent of Buddhism to its maximum, and the resulting shockwave caused even the phantom behind Dong Tianbao to tremble slightly.

Although the commoners and officials of the Great Tang saw the army of Tuyuhun, it was already too late to send word at this moment.

Back when the realm was divided into three, the Eight-Trigrams Formation that Zhuge Wuhou relied upon for his military campaigns, the Dragon Gate Formation of the Prince Equal in Rank under Emperor Taizong of Tang, and the Goose-Wing Formation most commonly used by various dynasties during military campaigns, were all military arrays of varying degrees of profundity.

The reason they hadn't sought out Ji Wanrong earlier was simply because her rank was too low, and she was not yet qualified to pay a visit.

Once Qin Tianyu demolished the blue team's bottom-lane outer turret, Faker immediately cleared the mid-lane wave and then rotated down to the bottom-lane second turret to intercept the incoming red-lane minion wave.

Zhao Chunan walked downstairs toward the parking space, only to encounter an "old acquaintance" halfway there. Naturally, the other person saw him as well.

Reasonably speaking, Xayah paired with Morgana facing Sivir and Thresh—judging by the matchup, no matter what, SSR shouldn't lose the lane, yet Qin Tianyu and Hao Ren simply failed to win.

The words "shortie" reminded him of the chubby teenager's humiliation, as well as his utterly crushing and hopeless defeat at the hands of Ji Wanfeng of the Demon Flow Mansion.

Seeing this, Qiongqi channeled his spiritual energy, once again condensing a crystal ball in his palm, and with a sharp "snap," immediately slapped the crystal ball directly onto the water beast.

Swishing her bright red handkerchief, she walked off to the side, then waddled over with a face full of ingratiating smiles to bootlick the "guest" in the seat of honor.

This ending was certainly not what Liu Hanming had hoped to see. After all, ever since he and Wei Fan had reached an alliance, the two of them had maintained a fairly tacit cooperation. Many of the Death Hall's plots targeting Liu Hanming had been averted, allowing him to escape disaster thanks to Wei Fan tipping him off.

"Judging by his wallet and ID, 45 years old, a native of Yihai City, Luo Mingyuan. Cause unknown, abnormal breathing, has already lapsed into unconsciousness!" said a male paramedic in the ambulance with a stern expression.

Limbs resembling those of a snake tightly grabbed Wang Shi's limbs, after which the Ghost Dragon Snake sank its fangs into Wang Shi's neck.

"Better than being killed! Instead of wasting your breath arguing now, you'd better be on your guard! I have a feeling the real danger hasn't arrived yet!" Glancing sideways at Yao Yin with displeasure, Lu Yu offered this reminder.

The Buddha relic was grayish-brown in color and looked somewhat like natto. However, unlike natto, this Buddha relic was larger, exceeding the size of a thumb by two whole circles. Most importantly, the relic was not round, but oval-shaped.

Spacetime teleportation consumed an enormous amount of energy, projecting from a higher dimension down into the three-dimensional world. This was how Pandora could traverse hundreds of millions of light-years in an instant to reach Earth; however, spacetime teleportation was generally targeted at non-living organisms.

At that moment, Zuo Qing's heartbeat suddenly went out of control. Why was he here? Her mind instantly descended into utter chaos, and she stood frozen in place, utterly speechless.

Her feet sank deeply into the accumulated snow, making it exceptionally difficult for an elderly person to move forward. Moreover, the wind blew diagonally downward, threatening to snap the trees in half, let alone an old person lacking the root system of a tree.

Upon seeing the astonished expressions of Hengqu, Mingdao, and Master Yushan when he raised his head, Lu Yu smiled mischievously and pressed his advantage by writing down the final couplet he knew: "Red charcoal glows through the piercing wind to defy the bitter winter."

Xiao Ni smiled without speaking, muttering inwardly, *How strange you are. Usually, you love to suck up to the class monitor and try to please her so she'd let you out to play. What's gotten into you today, being so considerate of me? Didn't you used to hate my guts?*

Hua Hanyun immediately took it and instantly transferred Hua Nongying into that storage ring. At the same time, she entered the ring herself, stripped off all of Hua Nongying's clothes, and tossed her into the pool that Xiao Xiong had already dug.

Seeing that the tea was in a whole pot and hadn't been poured into cups yet, Pei Yun'er stood up, poured two cups, walked over to hand one to Wang Linlang, took the other herself, and the two continued sitting and chatting.

Ever since the Demon Sect breached the boundaries and invaded, Chongzhou had been shrouded in dark clouds and misty blood rain day after day. The once picturesque mountains and rivers were gradually swallowed by demonic energy, transforming into a paradise for demonic cultivators and a forbidden wasteland for ordinary practitioners.

In the eyes of others, the fact that Ye Qingcheng looked exceptionally happy upon receiving the money implied a question: if their Wanbao Guild had enough money, could they also buy her off to work for them?

Such a situation could stem from one of two possibilities: either Long Bing had used computer technology to tamper with the number—and indeed, there was someone capable of such a feat in his entourage—or the alternative was that his subordinate had already fallen into Long Bing's clutches.

After listening to what he had to say, Consultant Li offered a few words of instruction and coordinated the people and matters that needed to be contacted over the next few days, before the two hastily parted ways. Upon returning to the military headquarters, Commander Sun was still frantically busy—alternately answering phone calls, examining maps, and conferring with Chief of Staff Wang to adjust deployments and assess the enemy situation.

The soldiers gazed with skeptical eyes at this strange contraption. Long Bing did not offer them an elaborate explanation. He stepped into the space between the four wooden posts, gently tapped the basketball with his fist, causing it to fly outward before being pulled back by the elastic force of the rubber bands, which Long Bing nimbly dodged.