Volume 1, Chapter 135: Grand Finale

Wen Xuyu felt herself sinking deeper and deeper, a sensation so unreal and intangible that she could hardly grasp it.

Who was she—Wen Xuyu or Selene?

Where was she—in a foreign town or at Xuanshui Bay?

What was she doing—researching in a laboratory or being falsely accused by Wen Qianxue?

The car accident?

Her stomach?

Bian Xunzhou?

Was Lu Boqian actually Su Jibai?

Yun Lang smiled and said, “Don’t think about it. It’s exactly like in the movie. The entire unit was wiped out during the battle with our predecessors. It’s the only special forces battalion in the world that was completely annihilated yet still retains its designation.”

Before their arrival, everything flowed smoothly and orderly, peaceful and serene. But suddenly came the neighing of a horse, followed by the cracking of whips. A carriage appeared out of nowhere, charging forward recklessly, startling everyone on the road.

Yet this profitable money house was casually handed over to him by the old man, who claimed it was originally his—such strange words.

“Master Uncle, my master often gets drunk. He says the higher your cultivation, the harder it is to get drunk, so after drinking, he releases all his powers and experiences the world as a mere mortal,” Qin Lang said helplessly when he saw my anxiety.

After the man left, Chu Weiwei glanced at him sideways. Mo Jiyan’s lips curled into a smile, then he suddenly leaned in. When she turned, his kiss landed softly on the corner of her eye.

Anyway, with the current state of the King of Changsha, day and night made no difference, so there was no need to wait until nightfall. The group hurried to the king’s chamber. The queen ordered incense to be placed in the burner, and Doctor Jiang held the mugwort, beginning to sing and dance once more.

Reason? Her chaotic mind suddenly cleared as she scanned the person before her from head to toe, filled with admiration.

Sect Leader Sun’s face turned ashen. Not only had he failed to capture me this time, but several elders had died as well—a costly defeat indeed.

The cultivator remained silent. With a wave of his hand, the final battle between Hua Mingyi and Zhu Mingzi unfolded before them.

“You must be eager to ask me how to resolve the Hong Kong issue,” the old man said, turning to smile at Li Yun Dao.

Anna was somewhat fearful. Although once a personal servant to the madam, opportunities to speak with her directly were rare. With trembling apprehension, Anna was led into the dining room where the madam was having her meal.

LG Group and Suning Group collaborated in electronics, chemicals, and energy sectors. They planned to establish a joint venture in China to develop and expand the mainland market.

However, facing Standard Chartered Bank Group, a colossal giant, Traveler Group had no chance to resist. The world’s number one banking group was not to be taken lightly.

Chaozi thought to himself, “I was joking, but you took it seriously. A few rotten planks and you really believe it’s a beam? You wild ghost, such a fool with a pure heart. You believe me just because I said it’s your house’s beam? Fine, I’ll just tease you then.”

“How did we get here? Where exactly is this place?” “I think we just woke up.” “I don’t remember how we ended up here.” The group began babbling all at once.

As his divine consciousness swept over the giant tree’s root system constructed from the entire trajectory, Xiao Zhan was astonished to discover that the sprouting roots had condensed inside him into something resembling a seat.

Victoria Harbour was bustling with tourists. Just after dinner, many were strolling nearby, and this graceful figure stood out remarkably.

Regarding Qin Zheng’s decision, Xiao Zhan was somewhat surprised, but from this single piece of information, he could deduce that the Mu Royal Mansion had recognized the situation. They understood they could not prevent him from purging the power of the Blood Sacrifice and had chosen to align with those involved in clearing the boundary.