Chapter 43: The Slender Man

The Great Elder was the first to draw a square key from his bosom, engraved with the image of Taotie, an ancient fierce beast.

Seeing the incubation requirements, Tang Youyou and I were left speechless; it seemed that acquiring a dragon's egg was indeed no easy task.

One should understand the art of contentment and find joy in being easily satisfied. Living quietly in a remote corner might not be a bad thing after all; excessive ambition often leads to the delusion of a snake trying to swallow an elephant.

Su Yuliang disliked Qin Feng because Qin Feng was not docile enough. However, a police chief is different from ordinary bureau directors; the district government simply had no control over him, nor could the district committee discipline him, as Qin Feng was appointed directly by the municipal committee. The district committee could at most report to higher authorities, but had no power to remove him.

Just as Xu Bufan finished speaking, the Nine-Shatter Sword suddenly moved. Simultaneously, the Nine-Shatter Sword transformed into nine streaks of long rainbow light, arriving above the premium vitality milk in an instant. Furthermore, the Nine-Shatter Sword now positioned itself across nine distinct directions.

"You guys didn't know about this, did you? On the Bloodline Platform, there is the 'Divine Destiny Orb' left behind by that legendary figure of the Su family. Once a descendant with the bloodline enters, it can stimulate their divine destiny to a certain extent, thereby deepening their comprehension of the Myriad Phase Calamity Annihilation." The person replying clearly knew a great deal of the inner story and spoke with absolute confidence.

"Sister Hua, I am well aware that people in this manor secretly hold grudges against you, and Huan girl is no exception. Do you know what you ought to do now? This girl has been utterly spoiled and actually dares to talk back to me today. If she goes out in the future, won't she turn the world upside down?" The Old Madam was evidently provoked to extreme anger by Shen Huan, prompting her to utter such harsh words.

Then there was the death of Zhuoyan. Although it had no direct connection to herself, before dying, Zhuoyan had indirectly revealed the truth to her. She had no idea how Zhuoyan discovered that the mastermind behind the scenes was the Third Concubine Wen Xian, but now, with the deaths of both women, the reasons behind it would likely remain unknown forever.

Chen Langye's eyes narrowed, and with a backhanded slap, he sent Honda Zhen flying. Meanwhile, Honda Zhen's clothes were completely shredded, leaving him stark naked. Chen Langye's dozens of sword strikes earlier had not been without effect; they had sliced all his clothes to pieces purely to humiliate this Japanese dog.

Whether it was the allocation of resources or direct, personal instruction from the elders of the clan, neither ever seemed to come his way.

Only Li Wanqing produced a map, searching for a long time without managing to find the location of the so-called Yulin Village.

A majestic and stern voice rang out, followed by the appearance of an unfamiliar bearded wizard in red robes. Accompanied by two blue-robed wizards, he quickly pushed the others aside, then walked up to the corpse with a solemn expression to inspect it.

As long as Li Wanqing harbored even the slightest trace of defiance toward Shen Ruoshi in her heart, this intangible sense of oppression would not cease, and this feeling persisted all the way until the birthday banquet ended.

This hand was finally beginning to reach its limit. After all, he was fighting with only one hand, and the actual strength he displayed was probably only a tenth, or even less. Yet even so, it required Zhao Zhu's absolute, undivided concentration to deal with it.

Li Fengyun's sword strike almost exploded within the scabbard, and a breath of true essence strayed into a collateral channel, shattering countless blood vessels along the way.

The dart-throwing escorts expression froze; just a moment ago, he had caught a glimpse of a fleeting murderous intent in someone's eyes.

Haifeis, on the other hand, was pacing around anxiously. The reason the Death Faction—comprising the abacus and others—had not made a move all this time was precisely because they feared these three madmen. Now that the three of them had successfully collected their back pay and gone off happily to eat lion's head meatballs, who on their side could possibly block four top-tier assassins?

A guild-level war like this had not occurred on the Mir Continent for several years, which explained why they were so excited.

The goatee actually breathed a sigh of relief inside; if things developed to this point, it basically had nothing to do with him anymore.

Therefore, in order to find a suitable recipe, Chen Feng spent a full 100 points of luck value to search through existing formulas, finding a suitable one and replacing its main ingredient with Shan-Hai beasts. That was how the so-called special formula—the Shan-Hai Genetic Serum—came to be.

He might be very handsome, but he was already over fifty years old; how many more years could he leap around? She was only in her early twenties, young and beautiful—could she not tame him?

Watching Han Han's expression, Song Yu suddenly felt deeply moved, leaning over to whisper something in Mu Yucheng's ear, which sent Mu Yucheng into fits of laughter.

Just when I thought Professor Long would be able to understand it, I was left speechless to find that his brows were tightly knit as well, clearly not recognizing it either.

Within the realm of South Korea, commentators and players alike generally perceived this match as a typical clash between the new and old forces of e-sports.

An unclassed wandering character had no way of reaching the full level of 65. If they changed to another class at level 50 to continue leveling up, the character's attribute points would also end up in a complete mess.

Instantly pulling her hands out of the water, Mu Yinying casually tossed the waterskin backward, then blocked horizontally with her arm to knock Ji Qianyou crashing backward.

However, if used for military purposes, such a simple layout was more than sufficient. After all, comfort was hardly a requirement in wartime.

I had reached a state of utter helplessness. Hearing the girl say that, I felt completely hopeless as well. Even if there were characters written on it, they must have been scribbled at random by my old man. But since the girl called me, I had no choice but to go over. With a heavy sigh, I walked over in deep dismay.

The day's turnover was quite good; apart from selling the cassette tapes and sunglasses on consignment for Lin Jing, we made a net profit of nearly two hundred yuan.

In the flash of an electric spark, the sword hummed and sliced. A silver rainbow vanished as it landed, and a spray of fresh blood drifted down. The glaring scarlet reflected in Gongsun Bian's pupils, and suddenly, he felt an inexplicable, excruciating pain—a pain originating from his right wrist.

As Yun Cang and Yuan Tianwen fought with their formations, neither Dust-Dust Daoist nor the Hall Master of the Hundred Herbs Hall had any patience left for it. When it came to arrays, they were like a blockhead with six blocked orifices—completely clueless—yet for the sake of their pride, they were too embarrassed to back out first. Now that an excuse had presented itself, they hurriedly slipped away.

Teils observed the other man's expression, inwardly deducing his background while struggling to understand the person before him.