Chapter 160: Such Low-Class Methods
After Qi Yan brought Ruan Mianmian back, they spent the remaining Lunar New Year holiday staying closely together at home, completely infatuated with each other.
After resting at home for two days, Ruan Mianmian remembered the matter of exchanging points for life energy through the system.
She said to the system, "007, I currently have 213,700 points. I want to use 100,000 points to exchange for life energy."
[Understood, Host. The exchange is currently in progress, please wait.]
It took a full day and night before Ruan Mianmian saw that empty white line.
Meanwhile, the innovative security services meticulously introduced by the hotel propelled the reputation of Lanting Hotel to soaring heights.
Fortunately, equipped with the Wings of the Void, he steadied his posture in mid-air with a single roll, landing without a trace of embarrassment.
That tower was etched in Tamorissa's memory; it was the Demon King's tower she had seen amidst the flames, a place brimming with slaughter, bloodshed, and violence.
Si Qi looked with a trace of surprise at the golden, unusual character enclosed within a golden circle on the black cloak, then gazed at Lin Mengxi with some perplexity.
The reason why Si Qi had wanted to devour the entire population of Joy City in the first place actually had another extremely crucial motivation: it was all for Batian.
Indeed, Han Changxin possessed vast and profound knowledge. By his own account, he dabbled in a wide array of subjects without being exceptionally proficient in any single one of them, which was why his understanding of this powerful array remained largely superficial.
Perhaps information could be forged, but the access privileges displayed by Guangxing could never be faked. Thus, Si Qi had no choice but to believe that he had indeed been rejuvenated to his youth.
Yet, Si Qi knew that his Uncle Dong also faced certain difficulties; otherwise, he probably would have rescued his parents long ago.
The blade in his hand slowly rose above his head, faint bolts of lightning crackling along its edge while spiderweb-like cracks fractured the surrounding space.
When the group arrived at the North Courtyard Palace, they found its gates tightly shut, with not even a single guard stationed around to keep watch.
Huo Xiangmei admitted that she had no idea what a Zongbo was. They always said ignorance wasn't terrifying, but lacking common sense could cost you your life. Right now, Huo Xiangmei felt she was precisely the one lacking common sense.
She relaxed all the strength in her hands, neutralizing the force of every injury. Forgetting all hatred and turmoil, amidst the captivating floral fragrance and the soft moonlight, beneath the boundless starry sky and before the stone tablet of destiny, she gently raised her hand and embraced his waist.
No one had witnessed the final conversation between Xing Yu and the young man surnamed Wang. When he reappeared by the giant boulder, those cultivators had already vanished, including the young man surnamed Song from earlier, who had been completely terrified by Xing Yu's feat of catching a celestial artifact bare-handed.
Diaochan was different. If Liu Xiu interpreted the most uninhibited dance with the most noble status, then Diaochan's dance could simply be described as "emerging from the mud unstained, washing clean in ripples without being seductive."
Shen Hongmin and Shi Zhengdong instantly froze, looking at Yun Dong in blank confusion, having no clue what he was up to.
"Take a sip too; we are making up for our bridal chamber ceremony and drinking the nuptial wine," Xu Sanlang said with a smile, winking at Huo Xiangmei. Back then, the family had saved even a single cup of wine, never imagining that the bride he brought home would actually know how to brew it.
The moon slipped into the clouds at some unknown moment, as if it could not bear to gaze directly upon such a tragic scene.
This overtly unnatural phenomenon, coupled with the abnormal super-strength displayed by the enemy during the majority of their charges within three rounds, left Temujin, Wang Khan, and the other leaders deeply suspicious that the opposing side must have resorted to some form of cheating.
After all, though their fighters made a living by boxing, their lives were still paramount; you needed to be alive to spend the money you earned.
Su Ze looked at Mu Qiu with a mixture of exasperation and amusement. Being spouses for so many years, how could Su Ze not understand his wife's thoughts? To think his wife would even get jealous of a spirit beast, good grief.
The green-robed man, mocked as the "impoverished scholar," flushed beet-red under the ridiculing gazes of the crowd. His lips parted slightly, but not knowing what to say, he could only lower his head powerlessly.