Chapter 107: The King of the Seas

At this moment, Zhu Tingting was shocked to hear that the educated youth was actually still alive.

If the treasures hidden in the county’s scrap collection station’s dressing box and embroidery stool might have been tampered with by Lu Jianwei, then surely the educated youth was beyond her reach.

In the book she wrote, the educated youth was driven to suicide by jumping into the river after being violated by Hou Shiming.

However, Hou Shiming claimed he never succeeded and even scolded the educated youth for being ungrateful.

Mo Jiu’s jet-black, round eyes flicked about nervously, yet he dared not meet Zhang Qiling’s questioning gaze, appearing somewhat awkward.

He shook his head, his eyes dim with regret, never expecting that he himself would end up on this path. He had promised to wait for her, yet one drunken night shattered that vow. Forget it—she was about to marry someone else now; what meaning was there in his insistence? With this thought, Song Ciyun smiled wryly to himself.

Just now, he had clearly seen a pair of heavily worn sneakers—how had they transformed into slippers?

As for Fang Yu, she first used the water-shaping technique to create a mirror of water enveloping her, then employed arcane arts to alter the water’s color, transparency, and refractive index, enabling it to reflect the surrounding images.

She glanced once more at Song Lin and, seeing he was still surrounded by people and paying no attention elsewhere, finally felt at ease to rise.

Wang Wei activated the ancestral Dragon Overlord technique, using his index finger to tap Wang Guixiang’s acupoints: Zhonglushu, Baihuanshu, Baliang, Huiyang, among others.

She couldn’t help but question her own relentless dedication to work, growing increasingly curious about Ye Qingyang, who had uttered such words.

Seeing the man in the elevator, Shu Yang immediately took Qi Yan’s hand and turned into the adjacent elevator.

This young man was not only handsome himself but also had six wives, each one breathtakingly beautiful.

Noticing Aunt Wang was unharmed, he habitually patted her head and was about to return to the kitchen to cook, but Aunt Wang reached out, barely grasping his hand.

At this moment, Lu Ming no longer harbored hostility toward He Yanyi, instead treating him as a lifesaver and chatting warmly with him.

“Is your waist really injured? Is it serious? Will it leave any lasting effects?” Shu Rong’s tone suddenly became anxious and worried.

The demonic beast lifted its head and let out a howl before spewing tongues of fire several meters long toward the five of them.

The strength of several grown men was considerable; in less than a short tea break, they had carried the corpse into the inn. Du Heng then entered the inn and drew a talisman in midair above the body, sealing it from above.

He said he would take one, so Xia Mian took one too. Suddenly, Xia Mian felt uneasy—why was she following his orders like this?

Song Nan was excited and quickly opened the courtyard gate. The young man glanced around cautiously; seeing no passersby, he relaxed and hurriedly carried the person into the courtyard.

“Chengxiang said that during the Dragon Raises Its Head festival at Guanjiangkou, he encountered a strange woman with powerful magic who refused to ascend to the heavens as a goddess. Not only did she not even grant your Erlang Shen face, but in the end, you don’t even know what she looks like?” After saying this, he handed him a cup of tea.

The words caused everyone to be stunned and fall into profound silence, so quiet that even the sound of a needle dropping could be heard clearly.

However, this sudden one hundred and eighty-degree shift in attitude toward himself left him somewhat overwhelmed.

Several ninth-rank war commanders were too weak in strength and were immediately blasted away. Even the dean, Su Yu, the vice dean Fang, and vice dean Zhu were all pushed back several steps by this overwhelming momentum before they could regain their footing.

The voice seemed to penetrate to the bone marrow, freely entering and exiting the bodies of the Beidou group, scanning their hearts and minds with the precision of an MRI. Soon, the figure of an old man appeared atop the meditation cushion beneath the Buddha.

Wang Hao and Boloklie each built a campfire, skewering bear tiger creature meat on the flames. The strong aroma quickly filled the cave—its scent a rich blend somewhere between pork and beef. With the addition of some seasonings, the flavor of the meat became deep and intense.