Chapter 60 What a coincidence, you are also taking a walk on the ocean floor

"Lu Mingfei, why are you still playing video games? Didn't you say the school has a special recruitment event today? What time is it, and you're still not out the door?"

Auntie's voice rang out from the next room like a sudden clap of thunder, startling Lu Mingfei so badly that he nearly smashed his keyboard with a flinch.

He had been in the middle of a game, but the moment he heard his aunt's voice, he immediately shut down the computer, stood up, and rushed toward the door while frantically shouting acknowledgments.

"Why are you running so fast? Early..."

Furthermore, even with the three of them joining forces, they still could not do anything to their opponent, filling their hearts with a profound sense of dread.

Several large trees leaning against the courtyard wall cast patches of shade in the scorching weather. Zhang Buzhou squatted on the ground like a man from northern Shaanxi, looking thoroughly lazy.

Zhang Buzhou squatted down, picked a melon, gave it a pat, and asked, "Let me ask you, is this melon ripe?"

Nogroste narrowed his scarlet eyes, and a bright red light emerged from them, refracting toward the thirteenth seat presiding at the top, the Grey Seer Skrall.

The two burly men at the front had gone without food or drink for several days, and on top of that, they were carrying the child Goro, so they gradually could no longer keep running.

When on earth did he fall into his trap? The forester could not help but begin to reflect, yet deep within the mire, he had no choice but to follow Lime's pace.

After breakfast, with the exception of Nightingale resting and Spark staying behind to guard the base, everyone else boarded Alcatraz Island together with Li Hanlin.

Presented before everyone was a huge cavern where several pools of greenish magma were bubbling and flowing, casting a peculiar, dim, yet glowing light upon the surrounding environment, while the scorching air faintly harbored a sliver of dangerous intent.

Yet if this truly were just a game, would that mean his previous anxiety had all been for nothing?

Wen Jing was the first grandchild of the Wen family and was showered with boundless affection, yet upon marrying into the Mao family, she was subjected to such humiliation by them—something her mother, Lady Yuan, had always deeply resented.

No matter what, Chu Yuntian was still an expert at the Qi Elixir realm. Anyone who came here was at most at the Thunder Condensation realm, so the gap between the two sides was hardly insignificant. Let alone not giving them time to react; even if they had been told in advance, they wouldn't have been able to stop him.

Sha Zai glanced at Wang Yulong. He stood up, showing a hint of agreement, but ultimately still withheld his consent. The problem he voiced happened to be precisely what I feared most regarding the next mission.

After a long while, Chu Yuntian opened his eyes, a divine flash sweeping across them. His vital energy and spirit had reached a state of complete fullness, and breaking through now was the most opportune moment. Hesitating no longer, Chu Yuntian opened his mouth and swallowed the Pulse-Breaking Pill.

Zheng Yubai leaped about while wildly firing his Desert Eagle, and by sheer blind luck, two of the shots actually landed in the bushes right in front of the assassins.

Such wonderful memories were always intertwined with him. Eldest Brother Wuxing, wearing a warm smile, always loved to hold a comb and gently smooth out her messy hair into a neat appearance.

Ye Tian did not act immediately; instead, he stood in place, observing the surrounding situation without making any rash moves.

Two voices reached him simultaneously, giving Nan Ziyin a slight headache. "Should I simply erase all their memories instead?" he pondered to himself.

Fang Hongjin rubbed his nose. "You tell him." He still harbored lingering fear over Zheng Yubai's sweeping fist from a moment ago. The force of that punch had grazed the tip of his nose, and even now, it still made his spine feel somewhat tingly.

Moreover, this place contained an extremely rich celestial spiritual power undulating with the wind, a hundred times stronger than celestial sources, and even somewhat superior to Boyang's Tushita Palace.

"Father, I truly do not know what the Zhao family is talking about. Arsenic? I know nothing of it." Yuan Jinling sobbed softly, her eye sockets instantly misting over as she used a silk handkerchief to dab at the corners of her eyes, looking so delicate and frail as to evoke deep pity.

Xiong Ti finally understood; at this moment, even a fool would understand that Shi Yunlan's tear-stained face and pale defense had long since made everything crystal clear.