Chapter 105: Mom, I want you to apologize to Mi'er!

On the other end of the line, Wen Yanli was stunned for a few seconds before he reacted. "How are you with Qu He?"

"Pure coincidence." At that moment, Yuan Bin returned. Song Mi immediately stood up and walked aside, but Yuan Bin still spotted her. "Hey, Susu, where are you going?"

Liang Liang quickly blocked Yuan Bin with a sharp move...

Sun Shining suddenly raised her arm and bit down hard on herself; she bit so deeply that her whole body trembled from the pain.

Just then, the great battle in the sky finally came to an end. Arthur shattered Marquis Harden’s domain. Severely wounded and already at a disadvantage, Marquis Harden was finally defeated after being run through the chest by a sword from the Old Immortal.

"You are absolutely right; this truly is a mysterious and infinitely alluring land." Nan Ke Rui echoed, though he did not really want to say much. He only spoke to plant a psychological suggestion in Yan Chifeng’s mind.

It was no wonder the "Wood-Chopping Heaven-Slaughtering Demon Axe" had acted that way; there was actually a piece of black jade here.

However, in this illusory world, one could not trade with spirit stones. It seemed unlikely anyone would be willing to act as a guide. Should he try to get a map first?

Just as Nan Ke Rui was pondering this to himself, Li Cai suddenly blurted out a sentence that made Nan Ke Rui feel as if he had grasped a spark of inspiration.

Sun Changxi did not appear in the middle of the night but instead came over openly. He still seemed to be in a good mood; he did not even send Dongqing away and sat down with a swagger.

In an instant, the soul of the phoenix bird was scattered, nearly crushed to pieces by Qin Tian’s grip.

Having learned from the previous lesson, Chun Niang had become wise. She knew very well that if Granny Fire wanted to say something, she would naturally tell the whole truth, and if she did not want to disclose it, Chun Niang had no ability to pry her mouth open.

As for the yamen runners, they were to be dismissed as well, which was even easier. Li Rizhi did not even need to lift a finger; the local landlords and wealthy families handled it for him, ensuring there would not be the slightest trouble.

He did not tell Nezha, fearing she would not want to delay his cultivation. But when he thought of how Nezha had risked her life for him in the Investiture of the Gods, Jiang Xiao decided he would rather delay his progress. In any case, he had calculated that if he achieved the status of a Chaos Saint before the Battle of Destiny, he might end up becoming the target of both Hongjun and Rahu.

When he came, he had brought over fifty experts from his family, many of whom were high-level spirit masters. In this hunting festival, even the total value of what Nangong Yunyao had hunted with his immense luck could not compare to him.

Nangong Yunyao feigned being severely wounded, looking at the crowd with a pale face while remaining constantly vigilant against the adventurers.

Scarface did the math; there was enough food on the island to last for half a year. How much food could the Franks possibly have on their ships?

When he first attempted to practice the Yin-Yang Concordance, the spiritual energy was expelled by the Star Map as soon as it entered his body. Thus, he possessed not a shred of spiritual energy; it seemed that to the Star Map, the quality of spiritual energy was simply not worth its attention.

However, Ye Li did not have the habit of taking an afternoon nap, even though she was physically exhausted after the morning’s labor.

Regarding the Black Tortoise Art, when the Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit spoke of her own problems, Jiang Xiao thought of how the Black Tortoise had eventually met a tragic end because it loved to sleep. He thus concluded that the flaw in this powerful technique stemmed from sleeping too much.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Li Rizhi found an opportunity to recount what he had encountered at Liangshan. He asked Zhen Mengde to send men to bring those old men to the yamen for questioning, as he was certain they were undoubtedly bandits or their accomplices.

It felt as if he had directly possessed the body of Li Liangliang from that day. The scene from that evening played out before his eyes; everything was so real that he could even feel the warmth of the setting sun—it was a completely immersive experience.