Sixty-five.

In less than a quarter of a second, the confined werewolf was pierced into a glittering metal hedgehog. A faint whine echoed in the woods, followed immediately by the dull thud of a heavy object hitting the ground, and the entire forest fell back into silence due to the success of this brief, close-range hunt.

"What? You don't want to kill Aogang anymore?" Bai Siyao looked at Gufan with some confusion. Originally, she thought Gufan would find a remote village to hide out in for a while before waiting for an opportunity to strike.

The moment Tu Baobao raised her head, she met Nangong Yuhan's smiling eyes. A deeper blush spread across her face. Oh heavens... What kind of absurd thing did she do last night?

The Great Chieftain really had a problematic sexual orientation, but she was just a bald person with a roll of belly fat—what possible advantage did the Great Chieftain see in her?

The Type-R zombie was right in the village's grain-drying yard, restless at the moment, darting around continuously and emitting low roars from time to time.

Gufan glanced at the Elixir of Immortality placed on the wooden platform in front of him. It turned out that this sacred tree had absorbed the power of the Elixir of Immortality, continuously growing and expanding over ten thousand years to become the colossal entity it was today.

"Hope? You mean that as long as a single event that occurred on this timeline is changed, there is a chance to change everything?" Zhan Tianya was becoming increasingly confused. After all, he was not a mathematician and did not know how to translate Li Chaonian's words into something he could immediately comprehend.

Gu Yi did not care whether it was day or night. With matters at home pending, nothing else mattered. He simply got things done right there on the sofa. Who knew, maybe they would conceive a child right away.

Tu Baobao thought she must be dreaming now; otherwise, she wouldn't be seeing Nangong Yuhan. Yes, she was dreaming. Since she was dreaming, Tu Baobao's courage grew much larger.

Thinking of what he had seen back then, Lin Mohan showed his cards to Chu Yao to verify it all. He concealed the confusion, anticipation, and that trace of worry deep within his eyes.

"Send any powerful weapons and armor you have over to them." The old man used a resolute tone. It seemed he truly regarded this as the final battle.

Subsequently, for some inexplicable reason, he defected from the Three Saints Sect, turned to the demonic path, and by now had reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, even serving as one of the four altar masters of the Ten Directions Demonic Sect.

Aberforth's tone softened. Just as Charlie let out a sigh of relief, thinking he was going to show mercy with his words, he did not expect Aberforth's tone to take a sharp turn for the worse and roar out.

Hearing these words, Skeeter unconsciously tightened her grip a little, crushing the recruitment flyer in her hand until it was wrinkled.

The reality greeting them, however, was often far from pleasant. In a pitch-black darkness, figures equally dark would shatter all the illusions they had brought with them using pitch-black gun barrels.

At around seven-forty, a tent very familiar to Naqitai appeared in the center of both camps. That strange red banner with a black and white pattern was planted on the left side of the tent.

Liu Mengyao stepped forward and patted Yun Shichen's shoulder. Yun Shichen also turned his head to look at her. Liu Mengyao shook her head slightly, signaling Yun Shichen to calm down.

After Zhao Hao finished filming, his life seemed to have returned to the way it used to be: getting up just as the sky was growing bright to prepare in advance, and remaining busy until midnight before wrapping up for the day.

Dealing with Okita Soji had relied on trickery, and the result could hardly be considered a victory. As for facing Kyogoku Makoto, he didn't even have much room to fight back properly.

But Charlie was too exhausted—so exhausted that he no longer bothered to care about those so-called pure-blood aristocratic etiquettes.

Xing Ran finally snapped back to his senses at this moment, the terror in his eyes gradually disappearing, replaced by monstrous hatred. How could he not hate? As a proud favored son of heaven, he had almost been cleaved in two right in the middle of the street in front of so many people.

He and Xu Yiming were both external waiters who had worked at Listening Tide Pavilion for two years. He had never expected that Xu Yiming, a newcomer who had just arrived at the restaurant, would overshadow him everywhere.

"Are you thinking of having them lend a helping hand to rescue us this time?" Huang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and gazed fixedly at Zhou Cang.

Aside from Ling Mohan's piece of jade, Su You only had thirteen pieces left. Therefore, it did not take long for Su You to finish filling in all the prices.

"What?! How dare you insult our sects! You must understand that even within the cultivation world, our two sects are at the absolute apex. The High Priest of the Moon Worship Cult and the Church Sovereign of the Great Bright Palace are both Emperor-level powerhouses! Someone like you could be turned to ashes with a mere wave of their hand!" Upon hearing this, the four of them flew into a rage.

With that, he turned his head back, ignoring Su You behind him, and began whispering to his two jade-gambling consultants in front.

Changkong Wuba truly lived up to his overlord mentality. Without hesitating for even a single breath, he decided to sacrifice the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Tripod to cover his own and Long Lan's continued escape.

My monitor smiled, dropped the remark, "Go ahead and chat," and left us to our reunion without disturbing us.

Hearing Teacher He's words, they were all dumbfounded. They had not anticipated this beforehand, assuming that with Teacher Xu Yao speaking up on the side, the matter wouldn't be troublesome at all—as long as they insisted that Su You and the others were making trouble unreasonably and starting fights.

He also had his concerns; after all, their relationship with Xu Ning could not be considered particularly deep right now, and anything requiring help given Xu Ning's status and strength was bound to be uncomplicated.

Seeing this, Chen Feng could only temporarily suppress the suspicion in his heart, stopped looking at the middle-aged uncle, and continued on his journey.