Fifty-One, the Peak of Summer Heat

The bell chimed softly.

A pair of pale little hands covered the shamaness Zheng Gu’s eyes.

It is said that the eyes of cats and dogs can see things unseen by human beings. The black cat turned its head, and in its golden pupils appeared a plump little auspicious doll riding on Shamaness Zheng Gu’s shoulders.

Daoist Chen pinched a seal with one hand and held his nose. “Dragon-Turning Jade Spirit.”

Countless odors surged into his nostrils.

“Divine Eye Insight.”

Master Jue Ming intoned with palms together.

In Cheng Yan’s gaze,

The bald man answered, turned at once to switch off the signal jammer, took out his phone, and called Hu Xiaodie, but the call rang for a long time without anyone picking up.

If the initial variables of a great explosion were adjusted, or intelligent presets were added to the matter in each region... Bai He suddenly understood that a real magical world might well have been set up exactly like this.

This man was Bai Xin’s strongest bodyguard, and he had to be killed first by any means necessary. Once he died, the others would likely collapse at once.

Lu Shaoxi was far too familiar with this feeling and instantly became alert. At that very moment, an almost imperceptible metallic clash drifted over on the night wind.

The middle-aged man had eyes like lightning and a face full of hard flesh; one glance made it clear he was no kind soul. Broad-shouldered and burly, he was brimming with murderous intent.

At Zhao Gouzi’s signal, several beggars beside him began shouting loudly, demanding that the other beggars hand over their food. Though some were unwilling, they still went one by one to the group and surrendered the precious food in their hands to Zhao Gouzi.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Hu Xiaodie’s father’s face. It was a mistake he had made in his youth, and however he tried to explain it now, it was futile.

From the darkness there suddenly came a soft but distinct sound, breaking the cold silence. It was like the tearing sound made when a folding fan is ripped into fragments. Though not loud, it stood out all the more sharply in the hush.

“Mom.” The hope in Zhou Mingxuan vanished the instant Blue Eagle seized Mengqi’s hand.

Xiluo had once said that he alone was fit to be the true god of this world, merciless and loveless, incapable of feeling. Even if one possessed the root of emotion, it would be nothing more than a useless ornament.

“Then you will surely be ashamed someday of the way you think now!” Wu Wei laughed heartily and said with a slight shake of his head.

Su Causeway begins at the foot of South Screen Hill and stretches north to the base of Qixia Ridge, spanning nearly three kilometers. It was built during the Northern Song Dynasty by the great poet Su Dongpo, while he was governor of Hangzhou, using the silt dredged from West Lake. Later generations named it Su Causeway in memory of his achievement in managing the lake.

Though Red Spider was most unwilling, she still spread a white protective shield according to the requirements of the Transforming Metal Warrior system. It looked somewhat like the one that fallen warrior had once used, though its strength far surpassed that old fellow’s.

Still wearing that standard professional hip-hugging dress, she smiled at Wang Canrui and Wu Wei, then began the first lesson without delay.

Lin Feng snapped his fingers, and the flame became a storm of fire that wrapped tightly around Ning Feng.

In other words, the match between Shrek Academy and Blazing Academy would not be held until the next day.

A ruin of a human town from several centuries ago appeared before the five of them. In the wreckage lay a gigantic abyss, hundreds of meters long, engraved across the ruins like a scar.

“Received, I’ll be right there.” She turned on the bathroom faucet, washed the swelling from her eyes, adjusted her hair, and gave the mirror a brilliant smile, trying her best to look less haggard.

Those ten thousand energy coins, plus a bronze Medal of Valor, were of little use to Ning Feng.

As for the remaining one percent who would take the quest and complete one round, they would not be doing it for the vast experience and potential points either. Their level would rise sooner or later; there was no need to rush.

The others, though doubtful, said nothing. After all, Lei Shaoyang was telling the truth. Even if Qin Muan obtained the snow lotus, it would be impossible for him to escape from here.