Chapter Ninety-nine: Young Master Quan

"It can't fit three people? Don't tell me it's a sports car." The girl curled her lip disdainfully. "Yingying, you'd better not be fooled—"

"There's nothing to be fooled about. It's not like we just met yesterday." Tang Xueying said with displeasure. "Brother Yan, let's go."

...

Long Luofu gritted her teeth, reached out and produced a folding fan. As primal force surged through her, she was already racing forward at high speed.

Although she had developed a friendship with Su Ning, when it came to matters concerning her own boss, she would still obey orders.

Su Xiyun produced a "contract," using the original draft of the chicken coop workers' contract, then made some minor alterations to it.

Hu Ningxin held Yuan Guan Wan'er's hand, also planning to see what sort of tricks this group of people could get up to at their gathering.

Special Assistant Song had called in a hurry, telling him to come over without even mentioning who the patient was that he needed to examine.

Before long, a few young people were chasing each other on the beach, inexplicably turning it into a competition. Under the setting sun, the air was filled with laughter and joy, until nightfall descended and a bonfire was erected on the shore.

Back then, her right hand had been crippled by Demon Lord Firefluff. Li Chuan had been away for some time, and when he returned, he gave her a bottle of healing medicine—but he himself had sustained severe injuries.

She swallowed it in one gulp, and her already overextended body once again felt the agony of ten thousand needles stabbing into her, causing her to cry out involuntarily.

Of the three, one held a phone while the other two stepped forward. After much difficulty, they finally made their way down into the crevice and discovered that Bai Shanshan had really lost a great deal of blood.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. Next time I'll definitely change my ways—I'll work hard to keep my distance from Yueying, preferably never see her again, and never even think about her..." Qin Xiong.

Such soft, tender words, sung in a gentle low voice, combined with Eastern Girl's peerless beauty—if it had been any man who didn't know the truth, he would have gone weak at the knees. Unfortunately, the man in question, Qiu Haijun, didn't find this a stroke of good fortune at all.

But Yun Lingyue had repeatedly warned him that this matter absolutely must not be spoken of to outsiders—not even if he encountered her elder brother Yun Qingfeng in the wilderness. Wang Mo had always kept his word; since he had agreed, he would not change it. That was also the reason why he hadn't proposed joining forces to seize the treasure when he met Yun Qingfeng that day.

After giving his orders, Jiuying did not immediately return to the Tianxiang carriage, but continued to watch the fluctuations of thunderclouds in the south.

Its massive tail swept through, and in the void, everything caught in its path—whether living beings, vast worlds, or meteorite continents—was reduced to fine dust.

Xin Tu did not notice the wisps of faint red-black aura that were being transmitted from the Fendji Sword into his body.

Back in the day, Mei Chaofeng had stolen half of the Nine Yin Manual and fled Peach Blossom Island, sending Huang Yaoshi into a thunderous rage. He crippled the limbs of his remaining disciples and cast them out of the island. His beloved wife, Feng Shi, in her effort to rewrite the Nine Yin Manual from memory, exhausted her heart and mind, ultimately dying in childbirth.

Under the traction of the surrounding celestial phenomena, the immense power of lightning not only condensed into spheres of thunder, but also completely destroyed the yin energy in the vicinity.

Before heading to the Red Sky-Piercing Tower, Xin Tu went to see Baili Tusu. Baili Tusu's intention was that he didn't want to challenge the thirty-first floor for now, but would remain in Red City to guard against the Prophet launching another attack.

Someone in the palace had passed away. Only when the Son of Heaven died would the bell toll—seven consecutive strikes.

Of course, he wouldn't deliberately avoid good equipment just to show off. If suitable gear came his way, he would still accept it. Even if he didn't use it, he could store it in his space and equip it immediately upon encountering a powerful enemy.

"Anyone there? I'm starving to death! Bring me something to eat!" Fang Ao pounded hard on the tightly sealed cabin door, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Silence! Drummers, beat the war drums!" Fang Ao's roar was like a thunderclap. The frantic beat of the drums instantly became clear and sharp, and the panicked figures in the arena gradually fell quiet.