Chapter 166: Are You Coming Back?

Lu Xu continued to stake out the Jian residence every day to wait for Qu Jing. He did not harass her excessively, nor did he threaten her; he simply brought her a gift each day, sometimes snacks she favored, other times curious little trinkets.

Yet, without fail, Qu Jing would toss them all into the trash right before his eyes.

Watching from the sidelines, Lu Xu felt a sense of melancholy as she discarded every item he had painstakingly selected without even sparing them a glance.

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After wandering around, the two discovered a dilapidated and ancient residence in a secluded corner. Hanging above the gate was a plaque with peeling red paint, inscribed with the four characters: "Wutong Inn."

I could feel the resentment cheering, constantly absorbing the malice in the air, growing thicker and more potent by the bit.

The main issue was that the knockout powder was in a fine, powdery form. She feared that if she tried to scatter it, she might end up incapacitating herself instead of the enemy, which would be quite the farce.

When they first met, Feng Qi’s speech was still quite disjointed; he could only manage to spit out a few simple characters.

Because the outcome was already predestined, and ending someone’s life in this final act—especially against such an overpowering force—meant the conclusion was already clear in everyone’s mind.

In every universe, the life of Spider-Man could never be perfect; there was bound to be some sort of tragic sacrifice.

Today was not a holiday, so the park was relatively quiet. Aside from the elderly folks out for a stroll or playing chess with friends, the visitors were mostly university students.

As for the more distant locations, the Kyushu Automobile Plant could not do much for the time being, though they could still manage to get a small taste of the spoils.

Seeing their dear friend in such a sorry state, Ren Ling and the others immediately stepped forward, slowly supporting him as they made their way toward the Liang family manor.

"Peter, I know you have an interest in magic, but let me give you a piece of advice: never get involved with Dormammu, and do not become a follower of His, or you will be doomed to eternal damnation!" The Ancient One called out to Peter as he turned to leave, cautioning him with great solemnity.

Looking at the blade inches from his face, sharp beyond measure—if that sword were to strike, he would be dead or crippled. He could not just sit still and wait to be slaughtered.

One must know that the Asura God is one of the three Great Enforcers, and nothing infuriates him more than the abuse of power.

Archery, horsemanship, wine tasting—these were all essential courses for socialites in high society, and they were the most common activities at social gatherings.

The boys in class loved basketball. Every recess, they would rush to the court for a few frantic rounds. Upon returning to the classroom, dripping with sweat, they would need to replenish a large amount of fluid.

The people were no longer the same. Many self-built houses had risen in the countryside, yet they remained hollow and desolate inside. Times were changing; few people still farmed in their hometowns, as most had gone out to find work and earn money.

Not long after, Charles Ashford opened the door and gazed at the young man, who was excessively handsome, standing before him. He could not fathom why this stranger had come to see him.

With that, Lin Xiao pushed open the door and left Flender's office. Once back in his room, Lin Xiao took out a notebook and began to record the events unfolding across the continent.

If she did not disguise herself, she would surely be a wanted woman soon; a fake identity would be much more useful.

But with the performance imminent, she dared not pull any stunts, though it felt as uncomfortable as having a thorn pricked into her heart.

Accompanying a roar, a colossal black-and-red creature leaped into the air, instantly obscuring the moonlight.

Everyone sat around the makeshift table. While the meal was still being prepared, each person was served a cup of tea.

Ivankov was at his wit's end. Gritting his teeth, he launched an attack at Luo Ya. Almost everyone chose to strike at Luo Ya at the same time.

The reason I was so candid about our identities with Yu Yun was that if we wanted to find the helmet here, we had to rely on his strength.