Volume One, Chapter 39: From Today On, We Are Neighbors

Just moments ago, Stone felt an icy chill at his back, a powerful intuition telling him that the figure behind him was none other than the Gu Keeper. There was an air of irony in the situation—it was clear that Leng Shuang harbored some dissatisfaction about Li Yao tagging along. Back when he fought side by side with Chu Feng, he had gained a certain understanding of Chu Feng’s strength.

Mie Tian forced a smile; compared to this Blood Soul, indeed, there was nothing he possessed that could rival it. Aside from the Heaven-Breaking Great Sword, he truly had nothing else worth showing—neither the Prisons Peak nor the Lotus Lamp could match the Blood Soul, even combined.

Liu Jin’s face radiated an indescribable wickedness, and his eyes gleamed with a crimson, demonic glow.

Meanwhile, no monster attacked the stone wall—they seemed to know it could not be destroyed in a short time.

The footage on television had all been edited, and was likely incomplete. Even if it were complete, we didn’t watch every match. In short, Chen Xiang only told us about it when she received the invitation card for the finals.

Dong Hongtao stood there, eyes fixed on his watch; when the time struck exactly twelve, he strode directly inside.

With Uncle Lu’s skills, he could have done well even in the high-end restaurants of a big city. Unfortunately, he was unwilling to leave Yunlai Village or abandon his elderly father at home, so he remained a fisherman all his life.

If the great white shark were provoked, it would surely attack the Shell, and with its speed and enormous body, even an iron ship like the Shell might not last long. If the propeller were destroyed, they would be left stranded at sea, awaiting their doom.

After receiving the precise address, Ji Cheng returned to the back seat, straightening the person slumped there and fastening her seatbelt.

The whirlwind spun furiously, wrapping the water sleeves dozens of times, until it resembled a mummy and finally could spin no more.

“What’s wrong?” Gongye Xiangzhen’s eyes, as deep as the sea, swept over the scattered pills on the floor.

At that time, perhaps he would have become an invincible existence, with no need to fear the so-called Du family.

“If you dare move your hand again, try it.” Leng Ning pressed her sword against Song Bingdian’s neck from behind.

Mo Liangqing watched as Jing Sheng and Su Su left after taking off their clothes. Did they just help her and leave without a word?

Thinking of this, Fang Yuan’s heart stirred. The gaps between the giant trees here were nearly twenty or thirty meters wide—perhaps the binoculars would be useful.

The old Taoist smiled, waved his wide sleeve, and soon the old Turtle Man appeared, hands behind his back, leading two figures. Both were ragged, exhausted, and collapsed on the ground.

After hearing the doctor describe Gong Yue’s injuries, Qiqi felt that letting Gong Yue live like this was even more painful than letting her die.

Beside him, Xu Liangcai was frightened by Chu Tian’s words. Immortals were such fantastical things—nothing but legends. How could anyone believe that?

Ying Kun, furious, focused his strength and swung his great sword. Several bolts of lightning shot toward Bai Qianhui, who concentrated and manipulated steel needles to attract and absorb each lightning strike.

Before the man arrived or the blade struck, a powerful blade aura swept forward, leaving a deep gash on the ground and sending a gust of wind toward them.

Jinglong shouted in anger, merging man and blade as he charged at Lu Zichuan. His target was originally Lin Tian, but Lu Zichuan blocked him, stoking his rage. He unleashed a deadly attack.

Throwing Liu Ruobing onto the sofa, Li Si pressed himself over her, breathing in a familiar yet unfamiliar scent that gave him a sense of comfort.

Mo Miaohan’s home was not like Feng Ren’s, where he could act freely. He needed to be polite, and even a free place to stay required genuine gratitude—especially since he had wronged her.

As he spoke, Fu Yan had already wrapped his arm around Mo Miaohan, leading her to the roadside and hailing a taxi.

Why did they replace the four Xiang siblings? Why did the impostor Xiang siblings seem so authentic, with not a single flaw?

Xia Lingyun ignored Fu Yan, cleaning herself thoroughly with exaggerated care and loud movements, as if she had a compulsive dislike for dirt.

Wang Xi placed the fish over the fire, leisurely eating wild fruits. The old man in the tree was lured by the aroma, unable to stay put. He shuffled to the fire, savoring the scent of roasted fish, drooling uncontrollably.

The gunfire ceased, and Shengcang Village fell quiet for the moment. The Japanese army’s first encirclement attack had failed completely. The Eighth Route Army and militia fought fiercely on all sides, enduring great hardship but achieving their first victory. The soldiers were all brimming with morale, spirits high, their hearts filled with confidence in victory.

“If a strong one from the Nine Nether Universe enters our Domain Universe, that spells trouble,” said Wan Jin Eagle after hearing Taihao Peak’s words. The others frowned as well.

After dozens of exchanges, Wan Qinghe still failed to defeat Ji Mo, growing increasingly anxious. He unleashed a myriad of martial arts, transforming endlessly, giving Ji Mo quite a headache.

A rapid clashing of metal resounded—though Lu Kun should have been gravely wounded by the twin needles, he was still full of life, wielding two clubs and flawlessly deflecting every flying needle attack.