Volume One, Chapter 132: The Dominant Dang Kang

"Wait!" Montage stopped Wang Meng.

"What are we waiting for? If we don't leave now, it'll be too late!" Wang Meng urged anxiously, watching the monster drawing ever closer.

"We mean no harm; we are only here to find someone. Once we find our companion, we will leave immediately," Montage shouted toward Qiming.

"Are you talking about the girl wrapped in red silk?" Qiming asked after a moment of hesitation.

"That's her! Do you know where she is?"

How could an ordinary person possibly bear the weight, vastness, and profundity of a spirit that encompasses five thousand years of Chinese history and the collective consciousness of billions?

The spider spacecraft, seeing its attack miss, flew once more toward the northwest corner, with the bronze furnace in hot pursuit.

Back home, Luan Jiye took out his high school basketball. Yes, he had brought it with him, intending to use it for practice in the future. Even if it were to break, he would patch it up and keep it in a safe place.

Just as she was about to ask Xie Liujing how they were going to get out, she saw him take out a cloak and put it on.

The latter was a cat's meow, coming from a black pet cage held by a six-foot-three-inch brawny man standing behind Garcia, inside which sat a black cat.

Although he knew her reaction was an instinctive response born from the terror of having nearly been assaulted, his expression nonetheless cooled, and he withdrew his hand without a word.

After the short period of turmoil passed, the world became exceptionally peaceful. This was why Connor Peters felt at ease with his son’s choice to embark on a life at sea.

Jun Wuji secretly felt relieved that she had kept her defensive talismans close to her body, shielding her from those eerie mists; otherwise, she wasn't sure if she would have ended up like the wretched creature known as Wang Nu.

After Aliso turned into a loot box, the death screen showed five or six players swarming over to "lick" his package.

"So that’s why you’re suspicious of the sedan chair? You think they would dare to brazenly transfer stolen goods in broad daylight? That seems unlikely, doesn't it?" Li Yijian snorted.

Sun Yan’s gaze was calm—unnervingly so. Today's battle with Su Ling had been the most thought-provoking for him; the opponent possessed internal energy, and the mere threat of a Barrett rifle had forced him to rely solely on evasion.

Hua Lianxuo’s third instruction: Once you dodge her Whirlwind Sword, Hua Ling will inevitably launch a close-quarters attack. You must use the Flash Orb to block her approach. At that moment, there must be no hesitation whatsoever; you must launch a continuous counterattack.

Xu Yang had always treated stone gambling as a tool and means to make money, but it had to be said that the activity was incredibly tempting and addictive. Xu Yang had many things to attend to over the next half-month. He touched his chest, surprised to find that the Spirit Pearl he had offered up during his trip to Tibet had returned to his neck.

Overall, the crusade army led by the three main gods of Molin held the upper hand. The Wahe deities were retreating step by step; their divine avatars were nearly all wiped out, and it would clearly be extremely unwise to risk their true forms as well.

That Chen Ling actually dared to take advantage of her, and he did so with increasing audacity—not only did he strip off her clothes, but he even tore off her bra, and finally, he touched her breasts and held her, taking every advantage he could.

Yang Fan stood there, his eyes blinded by the intense glare of the car’s headlights, forcing him to instinctively shield his face with his arm.

For a Void Refinement cultivator like Ying Chengzong, even if he could not master the essence of the Great Shadow Art in his mortal body, grasping even a sliver of its surface would bring immeasurable benefits to his cultivation path.

Shan Jianqiang gasped, a chill running down his spine. If everything was as his boss had described, then this enemy was far too insidious, and he had consistently underestimated him.

"So you would just sit by and watch as I am handed over to that old pervert, Schumpeter?" A sharp, piercing glint suddenly flashed in Luo Qi’s eyes, forcing Raymond to avert his gaze.