Chapter 121: A Harmonious Duet
His gaze swept inadvertently across the table in the corner, just in time to see Chu Yudao sharing sunflower seeds with Shangguan Yuheng.
That face, once half-withered and half-blooming, was now as smooth as jade. Under the flickering glow of the ghostly blue nether-fire, it possessed a breathtaking, heart-stopping beauty.
He frowned slightly, a flicker of astonishment crossing his transcendent divine eyes.
[Ding! Ji Ciyuan’s favorability has increased by 15; current favorability is -15. Host, this germaphobe is actually stunned by your current appearance, though he still thinks you aren't good enough for him.]
In truth, even if the lightning had struck, it should not have fallen upon him, for the lightning was not targeting his meddlesome self.
Xiahou Yuan and Pang De, upon hearing the commotion, had their expressions change drastically. Without the slightest intention of rushing forward to fight, they turned their horses and fled.
Although these two were vital components of the ecosystem in the Digital World, to Mo Si, they were both failed products with no value to be salvaged.
"Then you had better let the bullets fly a little longer; the buzz isn't high enough yet." Ye Ge looked at Su Yu with a touch more appreciation.
On the road back to Qingshan Town, Wang Siyuan was utterly dejected. He had no particular talents to begin with, and now that his attempt at flattery had gone wrong, he felt he might be destined to wither away in Qingshan Town.
"Even so, they still wouldn't let them go, using their ashes to perform a soul-summoning ritual to squeeze out every last bit of their utility, and even plotting to kill the innocent Cui Sheng and Wu Guangda."
Back at the graveyard, they had already learned that someone was working in the shadows, targeting the Pan family.
Not every lord could be like Cao Cao, who, after being confronted by a subordinate to his face, could still suppress the fire in his heart and negotiate in a reasonable manner.
From this, it was clear that Cao Cao’s attitude toward them was unmistakable: he intended for them to be buried alongside the Han Dynasty.
Kurata pulled a spacetime oscillation bomb from his pocket, tossed it, and activated it. After blasting open a passage, he led Gizmon XT and Saint inside, returning to the human world.
They had originally dispatched over twenty vehicles, but to their surprise, when they arrived at the site where the scouts had been stationed, they saw not a single zombie; the area was completely empty. The captain speculated that the zombies had dispersed after their attack, so he ordered everyone to rest there for the night to assess the situation.
"Who are you people? Show me your travel permits!" the leader glared at them menacingly.
Before Shen Mo went into seclusion, he had already considered the other party to be one of the rising stars of China's younger generation, yet at first glance now, he felt there was nothing particularly remarkable about them.
With a shout, Li Qingshan miraculously produced a bronze sword from thin air and slashed forward with incredible speed.
"Then just bring over a desk and chair." The teacher nodded; he could sit wherever he pleased. Ye Xuantian unceremoniously moved the furniture over, though Mo Mo found it strange—why had he suddenly decided to attend school?
Seeing that Wang Yuyan was now alert and would not be taken advantage of even if an enemy approached, Ye Feng finally felt at ease. He left the window beneath Wang Yuyan’s bedroom, darted into the shadows of the backyard, and cast his gaze toward the source of the sound he had heard earlier.
"No, it is Ling'er who is not good enough for Brother Qiyang!" Ling'er tightly clutched Qiyang's uninjured right hand.
Its "finishing move" allowed Fang Jin, who was briefly weakened from overexerting his holy power, to breathe a sigh of relief. This space slash did not disappoint; while its power was modest, for the archer who was down to his last breath, it was the final straw that broke the camel's back.
Qiyang looked at the large chunk of mutton in his hand again, and a wave of nausea surged from the depths of his heart, causing him to retch uncontrollably.
The reason he chose to fly low was to avoid attracting too many flying demonic beasts and the constant barrage of lightning dancing in the sky. However, the relentless attacks forced Fang Jin to consider whether his decision to fly low had been a mistake.