Chapter 132: Isn't That Your Specialty?

After enduring for a long time, he finally turned around, only to find that Xu Yu had already left her seat.

Hmph.

He sneered. Let her go out to play, and she behaves so recklessly?

"Bang—"

Xu Yu poked her head out from the kitchen, her brows furrowed with concern. "What’s going on?"

Shen Liang...

Seeing the situation, Xu Mao quickly stepped forward to help Qian Cheng and Shi Tao out of trouble, handing three hundred yuan to Feng Dongsheng.

"It’s me," Yang Chou hurriedly clarified his identity, afraid that Liu Long would lump him together with Zhang Yang.

Ba Shao muttered softly, as if echoing Ba Shao’s words. Sure enough, before them, the tremendous crashing of waves struck violently.

“Long Xing and the others have fallen into a trap too,” Bai Zhuozi said with a grim face, slowly speaking as he cast a deep glance at Ximen Piaoxue.

The captain and chief of staff of the Ri Army battalion were hacked to pieces by a frenzy of blades; the captain’s head was even severed by the soldiers. The scene was gruesome beyond description, causing many soldiers to feel nauseated at the sight.

Tang Tang had a distinctive look, eyes crinkled in a smile, and dressed in palace attire. Yet despite his inquiries along the way, no one had ever seen him before; all shook their heads.

The black cat was so furious it nearly spat blood, having expended a vast amount of true energy and vital essence to corner the opponent. Yet the other’s single word “explode” effortlessly nullified the entire assault as if it were nothing.

Inside the room, Mike leaned against the wall, assembling and disassembling his gun repeatedly, as if venting his frustration on an unseen adversary. Meanwhile, Ye Haoyang fixed his gaze on the holographic brain map, swiftly scrolling through images in search of clues.

“Hehe, I’m not drunk! I can still drink three more bottles! If you don’t believe me, bring three bottles right now and I’ll drink them all! If I can’t, you can take advantage of me!” Chunhua laughed coquettishly.

The building where Natier was located housed many companies, so nearly everyone on each floor was a stranger. Because of this, Natier’s casual movements never drew any attention.

“Monster, don’t harm my master!” Sun Wukong suddenly shouted, swinging his golden staff to strike.

“It’s like this: I actually got this letter while still in the mortal realm,” the sword侠客 exhaled deeply as he explained.

Having devoured a cultivator at the ninth level of the Celestial Immortal Realm and another at the second level of the True Immortal Realm, Qiongqi still felt quite satisfied.

“Thanks, Borus.” Though Esdeath maintained a cold and impassive exterior to outsiders, she was generous with smiles toward her subordinates.

The one reaching out was none other than the sword侠客 himself, who bid twenty-one million yuan for the three-piece set of the wealthy man’s treasured artifacts as the competitive price.

“As long as I go back in time and save Zhezhi’s parents, won’t everything be resolved?” Lianye said calmly.

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