Chapter 81: Shielding Him

Xu Yancheng walked over and saw Zhao Yu showing his phone to Lin Lu. On the screen were photos he had just taken of Lin Lu dancing.

“These are really well shot,” Lin Lu remarked.

“Big sister,” Zhao Yu scratched his head, “can I pick a few to keep for myself?”

“Of course...”

Hungover, I still spent hours at the microscope, observing the growth of this new life. No matter how I tried to control my emotions, I couldn't banish the word “spirit creature” from my mind.

“Exactly! If our country hadn’t announced that we possess space weapons, I’d honestly have been tempted to sneak off and bomb their Pentagon myself, let them think they’d been hit by terrorists again.” Deputy Director Xi replied indignantly after Wu Kai finished speaking.

Wang Ping had once suggested that this gear should just be made independent for Wildcat to wear, to increase her survival skills, but Old Wang vetoed it due to its excessive weight. He promised instead to prepare weapons and armor tailored for Wildcat, and only then did the long-haired man relax and accept the ‘modification’.

He stood frozen for a moment before hailing a cab to Li Daqiu’s mansion. He had to meet Chen Aniu at once and ask him to continue passing his ideas and inventions to Dr. Feng Senle.

Harry watched Darrie’s departing figure, his jaw clenched, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

Wang Chaoyang and Luo Xingyi tossed their rifles behind them, rolled forward on the ground, drew their pistols, and crouched to fire, taking down the target that had darted out from behind the door.

After slaughtering dozens of slave soldiers, the mistresses finally felt their spirits settle just a bit.

Zhang Xiang leaned against the tombstone, motionless as if petrified. The clouds in the sky gradually dispersed. Ahead, the sun seemed burdened, sinking step by step, slowly, until it was swallowed by the forested mountains.

If that’s the case, Doro really ought to consider retreating to the Endless Abyss at once.

“Forget it,” Ye Zheng sighed. He knew he had probably entered another isolated space. He’d encountered this so often that it no longer surprised him.

Moreover, he’d just had a fight with Huang Hu last night. That was tantamount to thoroughly offending the Crown Prince’s faction, leaving no room for reconciliation.

According to legend, once the Celestial Mirror activates and reveals Long Wangji’s gift, the Sacred Palace will open.

For a Dao-level expert, having a hole blasted through his chest was painful, but hardly a fatal wound.

With this suspicion, the major powers grew increasingly bold. Lately, even relieving oneself in the Vermilion Bird Empire meant meeting several cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage.

Seeing the other’s shy demeanor, Nalan Yunqian felt as if ten thousand wild horses were galloping through his heart—both shocked and fearful. He worried he had done something unspeakable, or bullied Ina and ruined her reputation.

Ye Yun had previously believed the old man’s combat prowess was formidable, not much inferior to the top assassin he’d encountered on the train.

With Luozhou soon to be reclassified as Luoyang East Capital, effectively the Tang Dynasty’s second capital, the Immortal Service would certainly station a Guard Commissioner there.

She nodded, stepped inside, and paused at the entrance, glancing into the room.

“This approach is nothing more than a fight that leaves both sides wounded. It’s hardly remarkable,” Shi Gu said scornfully.

Ji Aizhen gave an awkward smile. “You two chat, I’ll go help Auntie cook.” She then cast a meaningful look at Ji Ailian.

Yu Sheng had already tested these problems with Ouyang Xue and Li Yu while playing hide-and-seek; Du Tie just hadn’t been present, so he was unaware.

“This is my home. Do the wounds on your body hurt?” Out of concern, Mi Xue had followed him out. She witnessed everything, and after seeing him faint once Nangong Linyi and Ouyang Yingqi left, she brought him here.