Chapter 121: If you keep acting like this, I am afraid I might not be able to stop myself from locking you away!

The old man’s gaze was brimming with emotion, carrying a touch of intense eagerness. He looked at him, then at her, nodding repeatedly. His eyes were somewhat clouded and unfocused, and a slight drooping at the corner of his mouth made speech difficult—typical symptoms of facial paralysis following a stroke. Yet, it was clear that the old man’s attitude toward them was one of affirmation.

"You brought such misery upon us, forcing the Master to seal both Mount Tianfan and his own physical form. Do you really think you deserve an easy end?" the priestess shouted, her face flushed with anger. She had assumed the identity of one of the Seven War Gods of the Celestial Realm, infiltrating its ranks to begin teaching the people there the scientific technologies of Terra.

"Mr. Colin?" seeing Jon lost in deep thought and receiving no reply, Domi spoke up again to prompt him.

Zhang Daoran sighed, leaving the Daoist priest Qing Lingzi somewhat dazed. The hope for longevity had seemed unreachable, yet now it stood before them—a hope that was as arduous as it was ethereal.

The four who had just departed must have been from the kitchen. Given the distance between the central city and the grain vault, they should have plenty of time.

A-Yan felt the blood in her heart rush toward her face in a sudden surge. She rolled toward the edge of the bed, preparing to tumble off.

It was a very ordinary countryside house. The interior was cozy, yet the placement of the sparse furniture revealed just how poor the family truly was.

How could Gong Lingxiao know that beneath Su Fuyao, in addition to the mattress, there was an ice-silk mat hidden under the sheets? The mattress provided softness, while the ice-silk mat blocked out the excess heat, so naturally, she did not feel the warmth.

After Zhao Qiqi and the others emerged from the Bone Hell, Pinsu took out her flute and played a note. All the disciples arrived and assembled before her.

Suddenly, another sound echoed. Wang Meigong immediately pulled his veil back over his face, lightly tapped his toes, and drifted from the other side across a large tree, crouching on the eaves above where Lu Fuxiao stood. He lifted his face slightly, his leopard-like eyes fixed on the approaching figure: it was the Fourth Master.

Five bright red finger marks appeared on Liu Yun’s face, burning with pain. Because Lin Xueer’s fingernails were so long, several distinct bloody scratches had also appeared on Liu Yun’s hand.

Xing Hanmao roared loudly, brandishing his Beitang blade; with a single stroke, he slew the Turkic cavalryman before him.

However, a concentrated Thunderbolt attack suddenly struck, surging from the face of the Hariyama across its entire body.

"Fine, keep the jade flute. I'll buy it, sister," Zhang Jingtao thought it best to let it go; one couldn't have all the luck.

This caused the Magmar to fear using Flamethrower, so it simply unleashed Smokescreen against the Butterfree.

Although most of those present had never witnessed the true terror of the Abyssal Demons, the mere thought of the legends surrounding them sent shivers down their spines.

In the group of hostages, one, two, then three people stood up tremblingly. Wang Qian turned to face Ren Ming, gesturing for him to make his selection.

With a thunderous roar, a sharp scimitar swung down toward Qin Zichuan’s neck.

A current of air swirled around the Absol, and Lin Mo also released his Butterfree to stand guard by his side.

Ren Ming understood what Yang Nan was implying. He put his arm around Dong Shuang and looked out at the clouds beyond the window, ceasing their conversation. Yang Nan, as an extreme egoist, was right: the event had occurred, the result was immutable, and the only thing left to do was to make that result meaningful.

Su Daji and Shangguan Xiuluo regained their freedom after the insects shattered the mathematical algorithms of the surrounding space, yet they still had to rely on the insects to confront Zhou Wanning’s pressure.

Though he was full of disbelief, Tianmo still felt he had to say something; to reject Old Bai outright would simply be too unkind.

The ion cannon thinned the wall, and the subsequent impact of the tank carried even more force, smashing a breach through the wall with a deafening boom.