Chapter 104: Breaking Through the Barriers

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The birds soaring in the sky can indeed monitor the movements of the living corpses nearby. However, Bai Xian is not made of iron; she needs rest eventually. Thanks to careful route planning and taking turns keeping watch at night, the previous nights spent in the wild had passed safely without incident. But this group of beast-like living corpses was faster than the ordinary ones, taking advantage of the gnome's sneak attack to slowly close in. Fortunately, there were no signs of high-level zombies among them.

Whatever the ideology, there are always believers at any given time; ideas and iron fists are the two tools in his hands. Seeing Peng Jin’s insistence, Liu Shi stopped trying to persuade her. After all, with her mind preoccupied by worry, even if he managed to convince her to come along, she might not enjoy herself anyway.

Igniting it, the bone-chilling mist entered his lungs, providing a long-lost, subtle nourishment amidst his parched state, making him feel somewhat better. Hearing Liyue’s question, the rabbit paused but did not turn back, then vanished from her sight.

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The Old King of Southern Yan swooped down toward Tianjiao like an eagle pouncing on its prey, but suddenly hearing a sharp shout, his hand trembled, and his palm strike missed. A lock of Tianjiao’s loose hair was sliced off. Stunned, she stood frozen in place, watching Yan Chuheng sprint toward her.

"To be able to conjure such a realistic illusion instantly, who else besides a Phantom Spirit do you think has such ability?" Mo Changxing raised an eyebrow, a mass of black mist drifting from his palm.

"What did you ask?" Kate hadn't heard her voice clearly, so he leaned over, bringing his face close to hers.

For now, he was just waiting for his father the Emperor to pass away so he could ascend the throne smoothly. By the time Yue Hongzhuo tried to seize power, it would already be too late.

Wang Yong held a light blue Sadima in his hand; it was a somewhat famous liquor in the Southwest. Drinking blood directly was still a bit too advanced for him.

"Captain, I feel the same way. Honestly, back at the academy, he only ever traded insults with us; he never actually laid a hand on us," Chisuo added, speaking up for Shansi.

Leaving Qin Yue alone in her room, Song Mei grabbed her coat and went outside. The air was fresh, the sky blue, and she exhaled a long, heavy breath, her mind filled with complex emotions.

Yu Jiaxiao narrowed her eyes, gripping her chopsticks and staring intently, even more focused than Lin Yuxi.

The two waited for a long time, but hearing Wang Xiaoxue say nothing more, they only saw her looking at Gu Qing with a meaningful expression. Gradually, everyone felt the atmosphere at the table shift.

Take Zongzi for the Dragon Boat Festival, mooncakes for the Mid-Autumn Festival, or these Tangyuan for the Lantern Festival; she never ate them at any other time.

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Lin Yuxi’s entire knee was swollen, covered in purple and blue bruises. It looked quite alarming, but after checking it herself, she didn't think it was a major issue. Once she finished her work, she went to the orthopedics department to get an X-ray.

The bright light made his eyelids feel cold, and his breathing seemed to produce a slight, trembling sound, wave after wave. The minty foam from his toothbrush suddenly dripped from his lips onto the floor.

Sniffing the scent, the two puppies discovered the wild boar skin like it was a new continent, tearing into it to vent their energy. It served as good training for their biting and tearing skills, and also helped grind their teeth.

Not only had he offended the film crew's director, but he had also offended Ye Jiujiu, the current darling of the industry.

Shen Luoxi had only been five or six parts certain before, but seeing Lu Xiangyun’s loss of composure now, her suspicions were silently confirmed.

If her parents were still alive and knew how much Zhou Yanjing bullied her, they would definitely stand up for her.

Lentes rolled on the ground in agony, sweating profusely. In less than ten seconds, the clothes he wore were soaked through with the torrent of sweat pouring out. Seeing that Beishang, instead of trying to call a doctor, stood by making snide remarks, he roared at him in a fit of rage.

Perhaps due to the caffeine, I didn’t sleep soundly that night. When I woke up, my mind was filled with chaotic fragments of dreams. The only thing I could remember was Mr. Zeng extending a bony, skeletal hand toward me, greeting me weakly.