Chapter 60 Where Did My Memories Go? 9

Chapter 60

As Lin Xiaoyu cursed, Sonia's crying grew even louder, turning into pitiful sobs. More of the black liquid streamed from her eyes, and as her emotions spiraled out of control, the withered vines all around began to shudder violently.

Only then did Zhao Jinchuchu clearly perceive Lin Xiaoyu's predicament.

At first glance, she appeared to be ensnared by a single blood-sucking vine, but in reality, her back and the thighs beneath her sitting posture were latched onto and bitten by more than a dozen of them, densely packed together. The vines had been lurking beneath the mud, concealed by Lin Xiaoyu's skirt, until...

Once, when Tu Honggang was in a good mood, he had taught him how to handle a firearm. He was not unfamiliar with guns, though hardly proficient. After a great deal of effort, he managed to load a full magazine and thrust it into the chamber.

With their game accounts hidden, the onlookers could only see a single level number, prompting almost no reaction save for a polite, faint ripple of applause.

Wang Hai smiled coldly without a word, picked up his water glass, and drained it in a single gulp. He simply did not believe anyone could consciously control the exact timing of their urination.

His aura climbed once more, the physical strength of his mortal body showing a tendency to break through alongside the clarity in his heart, propelling him toward the third transformation of the Dragon God's Nine Transformations.

Today's meal was lavish—far too lavish. The atmosphere as we sat together was pleasant, almost as if Qilei and I had temporarily cast aside all other worries, smiling as we ate, exchanging warm words with our parents and Tom. Yet beneath this veneer of exquisite happiness lay a pane of glass, ready to shatter at the slightest touch.

The afternoon hours slipped away in a blur. Qu Bo was busy processing his new teacher's certificate. Once everything was settled, he bade the girls farewell and returned to the studio by himself.

Liu Yu had already dispatched men to contact Chen Dao within the city; the arrangements for Liu Han and the others were also in place. Right now, Liu Yu was simply waiting for the right moment to inspire his troops.

"I am here to pay for a life... I am here to make amends... You are guilty too..." The matron's gaze suddenly turned fierce and harrowing as she stared viciously at Li Zhengqu.

The awakening of a warlock possessed a high degree of randomness, and warlocks could emerge from any common race. However, certain recognized warlock bloodlines were passed down within families centered around that very power.

Though only a Huang-tier alchemist, Yi Yunfeng possessed formidable methods, yet encountering a situation like Duan Dachuan's was a first for him as well.

Old man Yang stammered indistinctly until no words came out at all, and right at that moment, a rough, vulgar male voice rang out.

Both inside and outside the city, crowds continued to gather. Witnessing this scene—alongside the Thunder Demon Zilingtian and the eleven mutilated, bleeding corpses on the ground—the newly arrived knew they had encountered a merciless fiend. Yet, none dared to leave, causing the throngs inside and outside the city to swell by the moment.

I gave a dry, awkward chuckle. Wei Wu, Li Shuai, and Chang Bai could not fly, so the three of us carried them up. Tuestread was truly magnificent, bearing Wei Wu and me without losing a scrap of speed. Breaking through the dark clouds, they were all dumbstruck by the colossal entity before us. I flew a bit higher, lowered my gaze, and finally made out the full form of this monster.

He had already confirmed that the legacy lay within this divine-patterned figure, and since Qin Tianying could strike at any moment, he had to comprehend all the divine patterns immediately.

Every single decimeter of the hundred-li-deep jungle was scanned meticulously without missing a spot; even the soil and rocks one kilometer underground were fluoroscoped by Yunfei, yet still, nothing was found.

Compared to the effortless ease of the Finger Emperor, the battle between the Flowing Wind Emperor and Liu Moxinxin was the result of going all out. A cultivation at the peak of the second tier was already immensely powerful, but compared to a Three-Realm Venerable, the gap remained far too vast to easily bridge.

Chen Fan had originally intended to check on Narcissus. After all, that frantic episode beneath the cedar tree that morning had not been Narcissus's intention—she had been manipulated by Green Lotus. Although Narcissus had acted just as usual over the past few days, Chen Fan still sensed that she was slightly different from the past.

Seeing Jiang Tian launch a powerful counterattack amidst severe injuries and beat the opponent to the point of having no room for retaliation, everyone found it hard to believe their own eyes.