Volume 1, Chapter 147: The Enchanted Night Bar Has Been Smashed
Chu Ming pressed the mute button, reached out to stroke Mu Feifei’s head, and said softly, "Go back to sleep."
Mu Feifei let out a soft murmur before burying her head back into Chu Ming’s arms to sleep.
Chu Ming glanced at the caller ID on his phone.
Lord Naruto was right; in the face of his immense power, even his enemies were granted the freedom of choice. Was this not the very reason she believed in him?
"Very well, I shall accompany you," Naruto said, looking at them with a sudden, knowing smile as he nodded.
It was easy to distinguish from their attire that the two groups of cultivators belonged to the Shouyue Sect and the Caodong Sect. These later arrivals must have followed Li Xiuyuan and Lai Changhong here.
"How do you know that being calm and composed equates to having a plan? Look at him—he is even more composed than I am. Does that mean he has the victory already in his grasp?" The "he" Master Lu referred to was the old abbot who had just walked past them to draw water from the well and wash rice for dinner.
As expected, the High God had no intention of letting her go. With a gentle flick of his wide sleeve, Ah Li was swept inside.
"Forget it, whatever the plot may be, I will just follow my own will," he muttered to himself.
The wall of red fire was suddenly torn apart by blue and white light. Thunder, sharp as a blade, pierced the crimson glow, and then, something scorched bright red burst through.
Liu Yan responded only with a polite, "Hello," then turned away, ignoring him as he walked toward the restroom.
Slowly, she released his hand, but instead of letting go entirely, she gently steadied his body.
It was fortunate that I was honest yesterday and did not resist; otherwise, I wouldn't even know how I died. Truly, there is always someone better, and a sky beyond our own skies. My skill of hiding in the back and throwing bricks was simply not worth mentioning in front of Yixian.
However, even if there was only a sliver of a chance, sects from other regions would still strive to compete for it.
"Hello, Brother Lao Wang, thank you for warning my Zhiping. Otherwise, my reputation might have been ruined by that scoundrel," Liu Jingyue said, looking somewhat embarrassed.
If one were to follow this line of reasoning, it meant Wu You was simply too clever—able to foresee things that others could not.
If they kept sitting there like this, the atmosphere would surely become strange. Therefore, it was Zhu Tinghui who finally broke the silence.
Only then did Xia Mo understand the reason for the hesitation of Si Si and the others. With the ruckus caused by Baozi and his brothers, the underlying trouble was that other princes and grandchildren who had previously held a fondness for them might now harbor reservations.
"An envoy from the Eastern Roman Empire." Lu Jia murmured to himself. Watching the traveler who had come from afar, he immediately recalled the promises he had made to an Eastern Roman envoy back at the Rhine frontier in the northern province of Lugdunensis Gaul.
Everything was so mundane; even the members of the Ghost Lord Demon Clan and the Dark Lord Demon Clan, who were usually at each other's throats, did not engage in any bickering. It was truly not worth remembering.
They showed not a hint of mercy. Their blood-red eyes signaled that nothing occupied their minds but slaughter. Satan the Devil controlled them, and Hades the God of the Underworld became their accomplice.
Rubbing his temples, Ke Xuanyu looked at his father sitting on the sofa opposite with a complex expression, then glanced at his confused mother, feeling a growing headache.
"By the way, who was that man called A-San?" While bandaging Fu Qingxue’s wound, Qin Gao suddenly remembered the man who had led them to her, and the question slipped out subconsciously.
In a past life, how many unknown streamers, obscure in StarCraft or World of Warcraft, suddenly exploded in popularity and earned millions after encountering games like League of Legends, Honor of Kings, or PUBG?