Chapter 40: Tricked into Confessing

Nalan Qiu looked at him blankly, saying nothing, for she had no idea what she should say at a moment like this.

"Cover the comrades without guns! Watch your sectors and advance in parallel!" Ye Qinghun took over the command.

Among the three figures ahead, one could be considered an old acquaintance—none other than Jian San, who had previously failed in the assassination of Darius and fled alone after abandoning his four subordinates. He was also the dark-attribute demon-slave assassin.

The next day, Fang Lin woke up early. A light was already on in the outer kitchen, casting moving silhouettes within. It was Madam Fang and Tian Xuan, who were moving quietly to prepare breakfast for fear of waking the father and son.

Walking slowly onto the arena, Darius held the purple wood bow in his left hand and grabbed a phoenix-tail arrow from the quiver with his right, preparing for battle.

Bai Xiangnan immediately led Feng Xiaoyao toward the inner chamber, and the other elders followed with eager curiosity.

The monster winced slightly, never expecting these four robots to be so dutiful; even after he had arrived, they still beat him with such merciless severity.

She had completely forgotten that her exposure of how long she had known Duan Mingyuan had been revealed, and the tail resting on Duan Mingyuan lost its tense strength.

"Wait, have Team D prepare breakfast immediately. The troops will rest in place shortly and continue the operation after breakfast," Qiu Yun interrupted the operational captain's command.

Just as he reached the back garden, Darius's superhuman eyesight caught sight of a slender figure weeping softly amidst the flowerbeds. Darius felt a bit puzzled—who would be crying here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping? Could it be a ghost?

This was practically a joke. A one-hundred-percent fatal pandemic—this was undoubtedly a catastrophic disaster on a grand scale.

Upon hearing this, Gao Ming quickly explained, "President Deng, please don't misunderstand. Do you take me for that kind of person?"

Su Han was stunned for a moment before saying, "Director Liu, you should understand that I am an adult, and I will take responsibility for my own words and actions. I know what can be done and what cannot be done; I don't need you to teach me."

Almost everyone has probably read Journey to the West, where the immortals step on clouds and fly back and forth across the sky. Just the thought of such a feeling is wonderfully enchanting.

Without the terrifying attack they had imagined, just as everyone thought Chen Feng was spouting nonsense, the ground began to tremble slightly, and heavy, dull footsteps resounded.

Cheng Wu nodded solemnly; since Elder Han had spoken up, he, Cheng Wu, had no way to refuse.

Upon arriving at Planet Aita, Xie Yeyu had been arranged by Lirens to stay at this farm. He immediately had Lance and the others begin purchasing bioengineering equipment and gene-engineering service gear similar to what he had bought on Planet Alpha, which should already be on their way via transport.

An Zaiyou felt a bit dizzy; after all, the series of events that occurred last night were all too bizarre.

No matter how many favors one had received from Zhao Chenlu over the years, upon learning that Zhao Chenlu herself had gained benefits thousands of times greater than one's own from it, anyone's mental equilibrium would shatter.

Luo Lie shook his head. He had just encountered another large rock, and various signs indicated that this underground passage had been blocked from the inside. This added a lot of difficulty to their excavation work. Their initial optimism was gone, and he estimated that the time required would double, or perhaps consume the entire night if things did not go smoothly.

Occasionally, reckless fierce beasts would pounce toward the two of them. However, the moment a beast made its move, it was either blasted to pieces by an extremely fierce golden-yellow sword qi or reduced to ashes by flames spontaneously appearing in the air.

Actually, Hadan's eyes saw nothing, but he launched his attack based on his sharp intuition. Hadan had never seen a ghost, nor did he put much faith in ghosts and deities. He sensed a powerful presence nearby, yet his eyes could perceive nothing. Man or ghost, he would just strike a palm print first.

At this moment, the sound of Zhang Zhengyuan hurrying over from the inn, mixed with footsteps, arose behind Wang Zha.

Sejun reeled off all the available types of lodgings in one breath, naturally filtering out the cheap taverns, figuring that anyone who could afford a guide like him should not be short on money.

"Roar—" At the same time, the pitch-black heavenly ghost in the center seemed to endure immense agony, acting nearly deranged. Its soul consciousness was linked to the nine soul-suppressing tripods, and now that all of them had been shattered by Suxin, it meant that it too had suffered heavy trauma.

Had Ghost Concealment not shouldered over ninety-nine percent of the force, Xiao Ziluan would likely have been directly pulverized.

"To make our Gu Tomb Sect vanish—humph, what colossal arrogance!" An aged voice echoed from outside the door. Immediately following, a white-haired elder walked in slowly. The newcomer was none other than Qiu Kui, known as Uncle Kui.

If Leishan were in the Immortal Domain right now, he would begin cultivating without hesitation, because even if he failed, injuries could be endured and healed within the Immortal Domain. However, he was currently in the Demonic Domain.

Now that he had emerged, he had to face this terrifying innate divine ability. Although he had stepped out of the crystal tower, he still dared not venture too far from it, lest something go wrong easily.

At this moment, she no longer had the heart to eat the sugar figurine. Clearly such a sweet treat, it tasted exceptionally bitter in her mouth.

In the end, the matter even alerted Liu Bubai. After employing thunderous methods, he imprisoned Liu Xuexue and set the date for the dual-cultivation grand ceremony.

Looking at Guan Lumuo's gentle, spring-breeze-like smile, the mist in Ding Ning's heart dissipated slightly, and the corners of her mouth and eyes curved into a slight arc. Bidding farewell to Guan Lumuo, Ding Ning boarded the carriage Luo Xicheng had prepared for her, supported by Cuilan.