Chapter 60: Mango Pomelo Sago

After staking his life on a desperate gamble, Wuming had no time for lingering fear. Instead, much like Jin Dou, he developed a reckless, devil-may-care momentum as if determined to court death itself.

Yan An knew that Chen Da had acted this way precisely so that his family would not worry on his account.

So-called mistakes often happen precisely under such accidental circumstances. No one deliberately intends to do anything; rather, as events unfold, many things simply happen naturally, and no matter who one might be, there is no way to stop them.

"Yes, all of us are like this," Huaying simply told the whole truth to spare them further questioning. The other party's attitude and choice of words had been exceptionally polite.

"If we sell face powder and perfume together, we can broaden our distribution channels and double our sales," Sheng Wanrou said.

Yet among their opponents was a great demon—an enemy she could not defeat no matter what.

The sound of the bamboo flute gradually smoothed out, flowing like a great river into an open expanse, then plunging headlong over a cliff like a roaring waterfall.

Suddenly, a chilling sensation surged from within outward. Bo Yi felt as though he had swallowed a massive mouthful of ice cream, distinctly sensing the freezing cold travel down his esophagus and into his stomach, though the direction of the process was reversed.

His restless mind was like countless balls of tangled yarn, constantly churning inside his chest. Ishii sat across from the doctor, looking at him with a mixture of anticipation and lingering fear.

At that moment, a brilliant ray of sunlight pierced through the window lattice, landing squarely upon Shen Yushan's cheek. The warm sunlight melted away a fraction of the gloom that had long lingered around the youth's temples.

"Crash, bang, shatter!" At that instant, a chaotic and heavy sound of footsteps echoed through the corridor, accompanied by the fierce thud of boots kicking against doors.

Whatever terrifying weapons you could possibly imagine—whether you had heard of them or not—could be found right here.

"Because this item was originally given to you by my master," Xixi blinked and said.

The very core of Xu Zhongqian's inner conflict lay right here. Upon hearing Xu Bansheng's words, though unverified as yet, he let out a long breath of relief like a heavy burden lifting, his mind completely at ease.

"Fei Heng! What are your names?" Seeing that the flying saucers were no longer attacking, Fei Heng spoke as he casually unlocked an alloy case, taking out the "earpiece" inside and attaching it to his arm.

The horses that had been standing quietly in place suddenly broke into a gallop. Astori and the others rode their battle steeds toward the outer perimeter of the encirclement, fiercely punishing the archers who had just been targeting them and sending every last one of them straight to hell.

Liaofan gave a slight nod, then turned his head away, refusing to watch the duel between Master Wanzi and Yao Yao any longer. Instead, his gaze locked entirely onto Xu Bansheng.

Because the contents of the negotiations within the stronghold had been leaked and the Kato delegation captured, the news transmitted to the Kato authorities instantly plunged their entire race into chaos.

Amidst the unbridled splashing of blood and the violent fracturing of the earth, everyone across the entire ancient realm was struck dumb by the scene before them.

In those days, the waters of rivers, lakes, and seas frequently overflowed and wreaked havoc. Consequently, Zhurong ordered his young son, Gonggong, to take charge of all the oceans, rivers, lakes, and marshes under heaven. From then on, people called Gonggong the "God of Water."

Gu Hui made a living by gathering firewood, often drinking alcohol to dispel the loneliness in his heart. He would go into the mountains to gather firewood, carry it to the market to sell, and exchange all his earnings for wine to drink. Over time, he became an alcohol-addicted drunkard who found it utterly unbearable to go even a single day without drinking.

Watching the young man stumble all the way over, a flash of pity crossed Nancheng's youthful face, though no trace of anxiety or fear was revealed.

"What do you mean? Boss, are you saying that Tianshui calculated beforehand that we would come here?" Chu the Second asked in astonishment.

Haolan felt somewhat dizzy; this felt like a relentless impact battering his brain, plunging him deeper and deeper into a state of confusion.

Suppose he could steal the Gate of All Manifestations, but all life in this world would vanish as a result—he truly could not bring himself to do such a thing. If he did that, his master would blame him. Yet, staying behind meant certain death! Stern had endured for a thousand years, but how long could someone of his meager abilities hold out?

However, no gunfire rang out. Looking again at the Net agents, their eyes were hollow and their expressions dull, simply holding their guns without moving an inch. Only Shenlong and Tosaka remained normal.

"Young master, those bad people have come again. They are burning, killing, and looting. They're going to kill me again." Qingzhi began to whimper softly.

Japan was always like this: aside from the coming and going office workers, there were still more office workers, alongside the surrounding shops. Perhaps due to the summer vacation, students were also a common sight here.

Only then did Zhan Yunna realize that this "person with formidable martial arts" was very likely connected to the Yuxu Sect in some way. Therefore, she pretended to run a shop on the street directly opposite the Yuxu Sect, making it convenient for her to observe.

Chen Xing's faction had Chen Xing as its leader; now that he was dead, no one dared to avenge him. The person of highest status among them strode forward.

Hearing Han Feng's words, a subtle, imperceptible blush instantly flushed across Alya's cheeks, though she recovered her composure the next moment, smiled brightly, and spoke gracefully once again.

In [Enies Lobby] and its surrounding coastal waters, cries of grief echoed everywhere with countless casualties, looking nothing short of hell on earth. Anyone arriving at [Enies Lobby] now would surely never think of it as an island!