Chapter 102: Celestial Gong and Earthly Net (Part Four)

I was stunned.
What on earth was Chang Yu doing?
He was chasing a rabbit!
Although Chang Yu was extremely fast, he could not keep up with the monster, which was as swift as the wind. Before long, only Chang Yu’s solitary figure remained, running forward. Finally, he had no choice but to stop, standing there blankly as he watched the backs of the man and the beast disappear into the distance.
Just as I was about to lift my feet to pursue Chang Yu, Lu Xiaoxiao coughed and flashed out from the black mist...
At this moment, the Emperor of Slaughter moved. Like a blood-red sun, he crashed down from the firmament, sending waves of crimson divine energy scattering everywhere. The area outside Lingxu City was now being ravaged by this blood-red power; the scene was terrifying.
Within a minute, his buttocks, lower back, and flanks were all bloodied, forcing him to stop and raise his hands in surrender.
In this way, eighty-five of the one hundred slots were taken by those four families, leaving only fifteen to be divided among more than a thousand nations.
Yu Manshan answered the phone. Upon hearing that Sun Zhaodi had been placed in the factory, his tone turned sour. He offered half-hearted congratulations to Sun Zhaodi while simultaneously apologizing to Yang Jun for Li Zixuan’s behavior.
Unfortunately, it was Shi Yu who was in this situation now. Although he did not lack observational skills, he was not yet capable of delving into the inner heart of the Magma Dragon. Moreover, Shi Yu truly remained as indifferent to the Magma Dragon as he appeared to be.
The thirteen soldiers felt as if they were operating remote-controlled toys as they manipulated the Z-dogs to reap lives.
His strike carried a combined force of over sixty tigers. Liu Pei was completely unable to resist, feeling as if he were caught in a violent, surging sea, on the verge of being destroyed at any moment.
This gesture immediately frightened the two old gentlemen. They knew that the Pugu tribe was located quite close to the Turks; if they really provoked the Turks, wouldn't that be disastrous?
A "half-pound" large meat bun did not mean the finished product—dough and filling combined—weighed half a pound. Rather, it meant that when the chef prepared the dough, each portion was weighed to ensure it was half a pound before adding the pork and scallion filling.
As the ticket clerk helped Chen Fan reissue his ticket, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that Wang Dayong was writing something confidential in a notebook, so she instinctively blocked Chen Fan’s line of sight.
Liu Zifei held the seventh position in the Feitu Valley hierarchy. He resided in the outer city year-round and was the only one who did not need to travel to the Great General’s Mansion to report every year; instead, Fu Xubo would personally come here to inspect him. Consequently, he knew very few people from the Iron City or the inner city.
Qing Rang confirmed with Jin Niang repeatedly, but seeing Qiu Ziliu act so uncharacteristically and unexpectedly, she and Jin Niang followed him. They walked for a long time until they reached a pool of turquoise water. She saw his shoulders trembling and heard a faint sobbing sound, followed by the water in the pool splashing as if struck from within.
The Tiger was already scared out of his wits, inwardly cursing himself for looking for trouble when he had nothing better to do. He should have been enjoying his life instead of provoking this god of plague.
After Jian Mo finished making her silent wish, she slowly opened her eyes, the corners of her mouth curving slightly as she gazed at the colorful, illuminated tree.
Apparently, it was so late, yet Situ Nan had not yet fallen asleep. Like a gust of wind, Qu Tan’er arrived at the door.
Ruoxin had never forced him to do anything; this was the first time she had used her identity as a priestess to coerce him into agreeing to her request.
An expression of hesitation appeared on his face. The old coachman had actually not slept a wink all night, remaining vigilant toward this youth the entire time.
He pulled the note from his pocket. It had been given to him by the Crown Prince, who claimed it was a relic left by the late Empress. His sister, the Empress, had indeed kept a few cards up her sleeve for the sake of her son. He was fortunate, however, that the letter only mentioned he had hidden fugitives of the Imperial Court; the Crown Prince likely did not know anything more.
She seemed to be in a church. Everyone was dressed in formal attire, and judging by the decorations, they were attending a wedding. She did not know whose wedding she was attending; she simply followed Luo Qing forward, feeling dazed and confused.