Chapter 66: Corpse Yin

Jing Rong raised an eyebrow. What a wretched dog, absolutely disgusting! Its saliva had smeared all over his shoes. Without a second thought, Jing Rong kicked it away.

"If I had known it would be this gross, I wouldn't have come." Wang Jinran stroked her chest. Having just witnessed the Executioner dissecting the Talon Cat, she had almost thrown up, so she quickly turned the realism setting down to the lowest. No blood, no gore, just a very harmonious scene.

"This has nothing to do with partnership dynamics. Although your brain isn't very bright, your redeeming quality is that you are obedient and not stubborn, so you are still among the redeemable ones." Qin Cang offered her a completely insincere smile and turned to walk away.

As it turned out, on the evening half a month ago, Lin Zhiyong had hooked up with Lin Shoufa's wife, Bihe. The two of them were in the loquat orchard at the foot of West Mountain, thoroughly enjoying themselves in a passionate liaison, when unexpectedly they were stumbled upon by Chen Weiwei, who was applying organic fertilizer to her family's loquat trees.

This "someone" naturally referred to Duan Xingyu's uncle. Tang Guo understood clearly, but she remained silent.

However, with Ye Bai's abilities, if he set up a stall himself, he would likely earn this much in just three or four nights.

Team leaders did not need to attend weekly meetings; they only needed to report to the supervisor weekly and come to the headquarters once a month for performance evaluations. Low-performing team leaders would be removed, while outstanding team members would be promoted.

Jing Rong was slightly startled, never expecting that he would make such a move. Ever since his mother's death, he had never grown close to anyone. Yet for some reason, Murong Xuefu kept breaking through his bottom line, becoming the only person he wanted to draw close to. It turned out that he too could have a day when he was captivated by beauty.

Lin Zhixiao only mentioned wanting to buy thirty million yuan worth of land, without specifying how many mu of land that would be. This was deliberate, so he could see at what unit price the uncle and the others would sell the land to the people from the municipal party committee and municipal government.

Ye Tian finally understood the reason why there were so many mummies all around; they had clearly been drained dry.

Driven by a sense of chivalrous pity, Jian He unscrewed the cap, flicked her wrist, and gently sprinkled the medicinal powder over those terrifying, bloody holes, all the while secretly observing Wen Ruoliu's expression.

"Someone is threatening to sue you for extortion," said a man in a black T-shirt from behind, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Well... it should go something like this..." Lin Ai closed her eyes, recalling the special trajectory of Emil driving her magic, and slowly condensed it into form on her body.

Ji Yuebai's room was extremely spacious, simple yet elegant. The censer emitted a faint scent of sandalwood. If not for the paper-cut "Double Happiness" characters on the windows and the red candles, she truly wouldn't have been able to tell this was a bridal chamber.

"If the House of Miracles still hasn't opened by then... I suppose I'll just have to try my luck at other game stores," Mikawa Nishi replied while doing her homework.

Below, the verdant trees carried a sense of desolation, contrasting against the clear, boundless sky dotted with fluffy white clouds—so refreshing, vast, serene, and distant.

"Mikawa, you are very active, which is great. Such a spirit is worthy of emulation by others, but... as a freshly graduated newcomer, if you stand out too much, it's easy to provoke resentment from others," Okamoto Yoshiki said with a hint of hesitation.

A seven- or eight-meter-long tail, shaped like a whip, curled upward, though the tip was broken off, and green liquid was dripping from the wound.

Naturally, her hair bun was studded with thorn-shaped hairpins and pearlescent treasures. Among them was a hairpin with a paper-thin golden butterfly for its head. From Ye Zhong's distance, it looked as though a real golden butterfly had alighted upon the flower maiden's bun, making it look exceedingly pretty.

"Lei! I think this place is truly wonderful! You can just put down the millennium warm jade and cultivate here." After leaving, Tie Muyun came once again to the thousand-zhang-deep pool floor. At this time, the pool had already dried up.

Chu Feng and Zheng Ruyan also followed them outside. Zhao Jing felt somewhat resentful, spat behind them, and forcefully stamped her foot, as if to vent her frustration.

The Heavenly Palace Seal indeed blazed with divine light, expanding a thousandfold as it tumbled in mid-air, yet it did not shatter into pieces. The very next moment, the massive seal emitted a deafening roar, and straightaway plummeted down under the gaze of the Palm-Imprint Venerable.

"Many thanks for Clan Leader Liu's kind intentions, but I have no wish to stir up trouble! It seems now that I'm afraid I cannot leave." With a bitter smile, Long Kong spoke casually. With the Light Divine Sword in his hand, which powerhouse on the continent could force him to stay?

The Frost Dreamfiend let out a miserable scream as another one fell to the ground. Slowly, we figured out the trick to killing the Frost Dreamfiend. At first, I would launch a sneak attack to draw the Frost Dreamfiend's aggro. Xiao Huo would seize the opportunity to unleash a skill, sealing her movements. The moment An Lingxi noticed something amiss, she would use various counter-skill moves.

"I wouldn't be so sure. Knowing that I have nearly three thousand soldiers here in Lanzhou and still daring to surround the city with two thousand, there must be trickery afoot. I think it's inadvisable to sally forth at night; we should wait until tomorrow to figure out the situation," said one of the thin generals.

"There's also the heavenly tribulation!" Xiao Yue understood in an instant. He had almost forgotten about this hurdle—the Saint Tribulation was the most important heavenly tribulation in a cultivator's life! Half of the people harbored bitter resentment and perished in the Saint Tribulation, while the rest survived by a hair's breadth.

To reinforce this deterrent effect, Wang Wei and Ding Li had something else to show. This was something the two of them had agreed upon; in Wang Wei's words, it was striking while the iron was hot.

After being activated, the colorful domain grew extremely dim, which was related to Li Tianchou's damaged spiritual power. His divine sense complemented the light domain, so naturally, it recovered very slowly at the moment, yet he felt no discouragement; instead, he held a strong sense of anticipation.

"You idiot, do you want to die?" Xiemu Yun kept roaring inside Tie Muyun's mind, though he didn't know what kind of monster could terrify Xiemu Yun to this extent.

The man was drenched in sweat, a ferocious grin plastered across his face, his lower body thrusting as he channeled his inner energy throughout his body, increasing the frequency and intensity of his attacks. Every collision felt as though it could shatter the heavens and earth.

Just like the banquet the night before, the dishes served included both coarse and fine grains, yet each was meticulously perfected, with an impeccable combination of flavors. From crystal-clear crystal pan-fried dumplings to boiled corn freshly picked from the stalk and still bearing green leaves, all kinds of flavors were readily available.

As for slipping away in the chaos, Cheng Jingchuan abandoned the person he was with, bypassed the rockery directly, stood still, and looked over in this direction.