Chapter 97: The Bidding

At this moment, I finally had time to observe. About thirty meters away, two gunmen appeared, both holding weapons. I figured they opened fire from thirty meters away because they were afraid I would notice them if they got any closer.

Thinking of this, she simply tugged at Cheng Yitian's robe and whispered, "Cheng—Brother Yitian!" Ignoring Cheng Yitian's surprise and Xiao Yin's astonishment, she grabbed his hand firmly, her eyes filled with sincerity and yearning.

On Zhuoshui Hall, Hua Shuqi descended like a bolt from the blue, righteously tearing Yan Wushuang’s hand away and pulling Cheng Yitian to her side.

"Fuck you!" Cong Yi roared, slamming a bowl of hot and sour noodles directly onto Brother Huang’s face.

"Brother Fan, rest assured. Since I dared to employ him, I dare to trust him!" Commander Chen promised Liao Fan.

Chu Luoer looked at the young woman with suspicion. She was tall, dressed in martial arts attire, with a light sheen of sweat on her forehead, presumably from practicing swordsmanship.

This time, the Terminator robots formed an offensive formation, relying on a high-defense front line with heavy shields to create space for the rear to unleash their attacks.

Though nominally Hua Shuqi’s fourth brother, he had actually become the greatest obstacle to marrying her.

"Hmph! This person comes from the God-Demon Continent and is a mortal enemy of our kind for generations. If we kill him, the Holy Venerable will not only refrain from punishing us but might even reward us." Kunpeng sneered, determined to kill Han Lang.

Lei Jing was, after all, an elite disciple who had weathered many storms. He calmed down immediately, and reflecting on Huang Luan’s words, he suddenly felt that the Eternal Sword Sect might face total annihilation if they were even slightly careless.

I didn't say another word. Flicking away my cigarette, I looked at Geng Ce with disdain as I walked past him and Hou Di, my brothers following me out of the large restroom.

A cyan glow radiated outward. Faintly, Qin Fan felt a mysterious connection forming with the government-securing stele. Not only that, but the entire hall felt as if it were the backyard of his own home.

For Bilbo, although it was annoying and a pity to have the ring—which had lost its fatal attraction—stolen, he was wise enough to heed advice and accept that it was gone.

Qing Zhu felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, as if he had been stabbed. He looked in disbelief at the hand thrust into his belly.

As Huai Ren ran, he didn't forget to look back and taunt Gilgamesh, trying to lure her away. He had inadvertently seen Matou Kariya, that tragic man, heading toward Tokiomi Tohsaka’s location. To avoid accidentally harming the man, he decided to let Gilgamesh show off for a while.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Several shots rang out. Regardless of whether the bullets were infused with energy, they dissolved the moment they entered the smoke.

I took Huan’s hand and stepped onto the stage. A wave of cheers erupted from the audience. My heart was pounding; I still couldn't believe everything happening was real—it felt like a dream.

Seeing Ye Tian’s dazed expression, with a hint of drool even threatening to drip from his mouth, Qiao Man trembled with rage, an indescribable fury rising in her heart.

Reminded by Huai Ren, the old man finally recalled why he looked so familiar. He scrutinized Huai Ren carefully and realized he looked exactly like the man in the portrait handed down by his ancestors. Yet, he still couldn't believe such an absurd thing; surely, it was just a coincidence.

Moving the whole family was a necessity that had to be done immediately, or how would they handle the Lu family if they came knocking? Still, he had a strange feeling that Old Man Lu wouldn't be so ruthless, given the past favor he owed.

Under these circumstances, everyone except Liu Yansong was forced to retreat against their will. Deng Dingkai, standing not far behind Liu Yansong, broke out into a cold sweat in an instant, his entire body shivering.

Ouyang Yingqi saw that Ouyang Shanglie’s expression was poor, so she pulled him aside to ask what was wrong.

Le Yiling could no longer tolerate Joseph Lau’s vulgar remarks. With a huff, she said, "I'm going back to work," and left, disregarding Feng Yifeng’s visible embarrassment.

"Why did you only tell me now?" She thought back to how Qian Mo had been kind to her time and again, silently protecting her while she herself endured the pain.

The nurse checked the schedule and said it was fine, assigning her one of the beds. But who would have thought that just as she finished moving her things into the room, before the departing patient had even cleared their belongings, the head nurse on duty led another patient and their family inside and assigned that very bed to them.

More lives were claimed by the heavenly tribulation. The water in the lake evaporated at a speed visible to the naked eye. The lightning was a ruthless erasure, showing not a shred of mercy to any living thing.

Most of these nightclubs had ties to triads, and the bouncers were usually key members of various organizations. After all, the income was high, and one could meet all sorts of people—who knew who might need whom one day?

Chunying said, "I remember the Emperor even touched my forehead, thinking I was a monster," and smiled gently.

In less than half a day, corpses had piled up like mountains outside the Zheng Fortress. Fallen arrows and bullets stacked up over two inches deep. The bloody battle dragged on until dusk before slowly drawing to a close, only for both sides to resume their frantic slaughter before dawn.

Then, Gui Banxian stroked those black gold coins, half-closing his eyes with an air of ethereal grace, and said, "Fellow Daoist, you are destined to find an excellent companion, though there are many obstacles in the way. However, you will certainly be able to overcome them."

Whether Yang Jian was in danger was irrelevant to the Buddhist sect, but he absolutely could not meet with misfortune just after leaving the West. Otherwise, people would surely think the Buddhist sect had sought revenge, causing setbacks for the Journey to the West.

Yang Jian knew well that the Buddhas of Mount Ling were unfathomable and must not be provoked into rage. Naturally, he wouldn't stay beneath Mount Ling forever; his trip was merely to test the attitude of the Buddhas and see if the lineage of Prabhutaratna Tathagata was on good terms with the other factions.

Qing Yu was locked in a fierce battle with Tuo Sen; their flying swords danced back and forth in a lively display.

Although I had gained the upper hand in my confrontation with Xu Shiyi at the house that day, and had even self-deceivingly thanked her for replacing me by Su Ziyang’s side in that pit of fire, in truth, I loathed her to the core.