Volume 1, Chapter 22: Master Ying, Help! There Really Is a Zombie Here

Everyone nodded in silent agreement; if the helicopter were to fly into the urban area, it would certainly be detected, and no one knew what might happen then.

"However, my Lord is the ruler of the Liang State. If the enemy is prepared, our nation will be defeated without a fight," Dian Wei said.

Hantarot was slightly stunned, subconsciously looking in the direction where he had been staring, only to see a scene that would be etched into his memory forever.

After Pei Long married the girl Baima, he defected to the Great Tang imperial army. To help more Tibetan people escape their sea of suffering, he distinguished himself through great service and became a renowned general, forever recorded in the annals of Longtan.

Having suffered this indignity, the butler returned and badmouthed Li Kui incessantly. The next day, Squire Wang brought his men, storming over in a fury to berate Li Kui.

He threw a punch with the force to sweep across the heavens; the void shattered under the pressure of his strike, unable to withstand such power. If a cultivator of the Dao Integration Realm were standing before him, they would likely be pulverized into dust by this single blow.

Gu Yue smiled faintly. "Do you truly wish to pursue them? Do you not think our soldiers will suffer casualties during the pursuit? If they do, will you chase them all the way to Wing Star, slaughtering everything in your path, only to be surrounded by the Winged People and either break through or perish in a foreign land? Is that really what you desire?"

After their fists collided, Qing Zheng-shen was jolted back several steps, while Gu Luo did not fare much better, also retreating a step to steady himself.

"Milan, there are some military secrets I will not inquire about, but our stories must be consistent. Just tell everyone she went abroad for a vacation!" Tie Long said.

"Wait!" the monkey-faced man beside them grew anxious. Qing Yankui’s gesture clearly intended to pull Gu Luo aside for a private conversation within the clan; wouldn't that mean excluding them entirely?

After all, if the Yunni Peak wanted to develop, they still had to rely on the monthly supply of pills from the Yundan Peak. For the sake of the bigger picture, there was no need to escalate the conflict.

She certainly knew this was Xu Jinghong—who wouldn't know the hit movie star? Although she had never met him in person, she had heard of him.

The other party possessed profound magical power, which made him feel he was being "fleeced" a little less; the money felt better spent, and he felt somewhat more at ease.

After hesitating and struggling for a moment, Bart opened his backpack and took out an MP3 player.

Jiang Huairou was also very optimistic about this matter. Di Yi was responsible for persuading the villagers, while she went to mediate with the relevant departments; the process went quite smoothly.

In reality, if he could choose, Uncle Nine naturally would not want Qiusheng to become a corpse demon, but to live properly as a human being.

As for why he dared to entrust the fermentation process to the two of them, it was not because Luo Fan trusted them implicitly, but because of his own confidence in his strength.

One must know that the Blood Demon was an incredibly evil entity, already burdened with tens of millions of karmic debts—an unimaginably high number.

Obscure magical incantations and rituals, along with the rules and methods for performing them, were etched into his mind like a spiritual seal.

A man wearing coarse linen clothes, lean of build and carrying a wooden bow, was whispering something to a guard clad in leather armor.

Chang Sheng roared inwardly. The dragon louse instantly transformed into a black shadow and vanished into his sleeve. The next moment, it sprouted wings behind Chang Sheng's back, and six long claws extended from his chest.

Upon hearing this, Lin Zihan couldn't help but smile. Li Fengyun’s personality was naturally carefree; he wasn't the type to follow rules. Otherwise, as the young master of one of the top ten entertainment and film companies in China, he wouldn't have snuck onto the stage of the King of Stars.

Ling Yu was fearless. In an instant, he charged into the fray, trading blows with the Fire Salamander. The creature’s secret techniques were formidable, spewing earth-fire and magma capable of incinerating any martial artist, but they could not kill Ling Yu, who was nearly immune to fire.

"It's mediocre, just passable," I said indifferently, neither praising nor demeaning it. If I showed that I was eager for this factory complex, I would likely be gouged.

Li Ying did not answer my question. A look of struggle appeared on her face, as if she wanted to tell me something but was debating whether she should.

With a long roar in his mind, Chang Sheng fully unleashed the dragon louse, ordering it to fight Hong Fei, while he himself fought with all his might against Helian Mu.

"Sister is just happy..." She raised her hand to gently stroke Qiqi's hair. Who could have imagined that her unfortunate younger sister would one day be able to speak again?

However, he used the momentum to roll like a donkey, leaped up, and prepared to bolt toward the wasteland beside the road.

As the head of the Spirit Pill Hall of the Ziming Sect, she was a terrifying figure in the world of Spirit Martial Arts. Her strength was not much less than that of the disciples of the Ziming Sect, so she was naturally full of confidence in herself. She insisted on exercising to detoxify, believing that with her formidable inner energy, she could suppress the poison and prevent it from spreading.

"I don't know what happened; when I was running away just now, the demonic aura wasn't this strong." The Mountain God’s throat moved as he swallowed.

The topic they discussed most often was the affairs of the Holy Continent. Zhou Yan generally didn't care much about this; he had come from there, so he naturally knew it best.

When Qin Jian heard this, he was momentarily speechless. He was teaching someone else how to cultivate, yet he was the one who ended up owing her a favor? This made no sense!

When Xiao Yi heard that someone had defied his orders in public, his brow furrowed slightly. Lu Yan, sitting nearby, heard this and his expression twisted.

"I think the one who is sick is you. Who do you think you are to talk to me like that!" Fu Yiyi said coldly.

He Kele herself didn't really know how to cook. In the past, there were hired cooks in the mansion. Later, after she lived on her own, she became so busy that she ate takeout for a month straight. She was not skilled in the kitchen and was not proficient in cooking.