Chapter 70 I Will Never Believe You Again

Pei Qizhou remained silent for a moment, appearing to weigh Yao Shan's words with careful deliberation.

Wu Jing's strength lay in military and war themes. Although Transformers was science fiction, it was essentially a war film as well, except that the combatants happened to be robots. Were planes, cannons, and soldiers anything new to him?

Turning the doorknob, the creamy-white door swung open, and a vibrant red flooded directly into Yuyun's eyes. Across the snow-white floor, countless red roses were arranged into a giant heart shape that occupied almost the entire room, releasing an intoxicating wave of floral fragrance that refreshed the mind and spirit.

Seeing this, Lan Fudao, King Gorilla, the elderly man in the python robe, and the others all nodded with faint smiles. Come forth, the gates of hell have already opened for you.

Therefore, until this very moment, Xiao Fan had no idea that such a ruthless character was among those traveling with them.

"Let's say May twentieth; there shouldn't be any problem. Have you started hauling the steel billets yet?" Yang Baoxing asked.

"Weiwei, stop talking!" With a charming smile, Yan Ran Yi Xiao noticed the gloomy expression on Qin Huai Ye Bo's face and quickly stopped her friend.

Vast stretches of arrow bamboo grew along the waist of Mount Zhongding, creating a great deal of trouble for Li Jing's search. However, if he could truly find what he hoped for inside that bronze tripod, this bit of trouble meant nothing at all, so his enthusiasm remained exceedingly high.

"Don't worry, I still have some in my pack. Besides, peace-blooms are very common; almost everywhere across Wallis except for the cold northern regions, you can find them," Ray continued walking forward.

When Father Wang came out, he merely covered his face with both hands and sat down as far away from Ruoye as possible.

On the surface, Chi Yi's words seemed designed to create difficulties for Meng Xingchen at every turn, but in reality, he intended to lull Meng Xingchen into a false sense of security, giving him the illusion that Chi Yi would only resort to underhanded schemes to deal with him.

Earlier, widespread chaos had meant no one was paying attention to this area, and the few men by Wang Wei's side had been dispatched to help fight the fires. Never had they expected that in the blink of an eye, Wang Wei would be assassinated. Everyone was dumbfounded, and Fancheng, already in turmoil, plunged into complete and utter chaos.

The soldier pressed his thumb against his middle finger and flicked a mosquito off his palm. He wiped his hand and fingers on his uniform to remove the bloodstain, glanced at his palm, and scratched the spot where the mosquito had bitten him.

Having made up his mind in his heart, every single dark-void creature that dared to set foot upon the land of the Luo Xu Continent must be sent straight to hell to thoroughly reflect upon their misguided lives.

Weighing the Qinggang Sword in his hand, Yunting did not hesitate and continued running forward. The sword moved fluidly with the swing of his arm, operating entirely at his will. Wherever an arrow flew, the Qinggang Sword would anticipate its arrival even earlier, meeting the incoming projectile head-on.

Throughout the journey, Jiang Yu and the subterranean humanoid royal had traveled side by side, both keeping a constant watch on each other without a moment of relaxation, fully aware that their counterpart was an extremely tricky adversary.

Dongfang Yue quietly lifted the blanket, leaving a small gap, and stared through tear-filled eyes at Xiang Hao's handsome profile. For a moment, she stopped sobbing, her expression turning overwhelmingly complex.

The leader was a tall, thin youth dressed in crisp black martial attire, with half-length blonde hair tied casually behind his head. Beside him walked a silver-backed, golden-spotted lynx, and his face wore a perpetually cold and haughty expression.

The primordial domain spoken of by Ye Chen in the air was an existence that even gods could not touch, let alone them.

With every echo of a slap behind Fuxi, Qingyu would shrink her neck back slightly. Clearly, even Qingyu was somewhat frightened by Fuxi's domineering nature.