Chapter 56: Luxury Sightseeing Train (7)

As soon as they stepped out of the room, two gun barrels pressed against their temples.
Lian Xinyi raised his hands by reflex.
If this thing were to accidentally go off, he would definitely "die out" of the simulator on the spot.
Although it wouldn't result in actual death, being eliminated by a gunshot was simply too humiliating a way to exit.
After all, within the simulator, only being devoured by a arcane spirit counted as a true death; any other manner of demise was treated as game over, resulting in a forced logout.
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Such brutality! That single roar possessed the majestic aura of a lioness on the African savannah; what a waste it was that she didn't go find the landlady to practice the Lion's Roar technique.
However, this was not something to ponder at the moment. As hypocritical as Su Huaiqian was, he appeared kind and benevolent on the surface while torturing Silver Snake and the others into such a wretched state behind closed doors.
Just as Christine, supported by the person beside her, was about to follow along, she abruptly heard a loud crash.
With that, Luo Han watched Yu Li head upstairs, drove back to his rented apartment, took a shower, and fell into a deep sleep.
The strangest thing happened: the surface of the magic mirror rippled like water. Gradually, a withered, bony arm reached out and gripped the frame, followed by the withered, ferocious head of the arm's owner poking out from the Mirror of Erised.
Following Su Yi's footsteps, the dilapidated courtyard gradually transformed. The worn fences were replaced by vermilion walls and green tiles, with the only flaw being a broken corner of the surrounding wall—presumably, the contracted beast Fang Yuan had seen that day had escaped from right here.
While he was lost in his fantasies, Hu Keer had already walked out the door with a face full of dark lines, causing Li Ji to snap out of his reverie and hurriedly chase after her.
They finally reached the sixth floor safe and sound, thereby achieving the purpose of this trip to Sword Burial Ridge.
The ancestral source of heaven and earth's Yang, the foremost Yang among all realms. It melted the void, ignited time, and was the embodiment of the Great Dao of Yang in the world—none other than the Sun Star transformed from Pangu's left eye.
Luo Hu stood quietly atop Mount Xumi, time flowing within his indifferent eyes, as if he were gazing at the future prehistoric cosmos.
Saying this, He Jingjing turned her gaze toward Ye Haixuan. She was genuinely curious as to how Ye Haixuan planned to resolve the conflict stirred up by his own biological sister.
Yet, Yan Yiyi's actions were her utmost effort to safely escort Qiao Qingyi and Xu Ruofeng away.
Shen Enran's mind conjured up the image of Lu Linlin snooping around her desk stealthily last time. She shook her head—surely Lu Linlin wasn't that foolish.
Tie Laicai unexpectedly began to cry and laugh like a madman, finally revealing his true identity as Zhang Laicai, the legitimate son of the Zhang family.
Leaving some medicinal pills for both of them, he instructed them to keep an eye out for the spiritual herbs required to refine Foundation Establishment Pills in the future, assuring them that they could come to him for the refinement when the time came for their breakthrough.
Approaching for a closer look, the cultivator had a hole in his chest with scorched marks, and all signs of life were gone. The storage bag at his waist had already been taken, clearly indicating that this person had been assassinated by a fire-attribute cultivator.
"Wife, you must be joking. Old Mr. Mike called me on my cell phone countless times, and feeling quite helpless, I accepted his invitation to meet him at the park."
Furthermore, the most common application of soul power was forging magical treasures. Although Wei Xuan could craft certain firearms himself—which counted as magical treasures—their potency was already inadequate now that he had reached the Battle Body stage.
Qing Yu looked toward Wei Xuan, and Wei Xuan nodded at him. Only then did Qing Yu step back, a detail keenly captured by the already trembling Zhou Ling nearby.
The room right next to the ward turned out to be Jiang Zheng's art studio! Was this building more than just a private hospital? Shuyu looked around; the empty corridor was completely deserted. The purer his childlike expression appeared, the more alarmed she felt within, though fortunately, her self-control was strong enough not to show it.
"Yuzhao, do you feel some resentment toward me for giving the Lion Ring to Ye Junjun? You've been with me for many years, and you are my most trusted disciple, Jin Zhongding," Jin Zhongding asked.