Chapter 130: The Wretched Gate

Because it was far from the blast crater, the room before them remained largely intact. Only the window glass had been shattered by the shockwave, while the walls stood firm. Inside, rows of iron shelves were partitioned with wooden planks, each level stacked with wide-mouthed reagent bottles, many filled with colorful liquids.

That bastard had once claimed that if he took action, he could trigger a second growth spurt for her. She wondered if it was true. Xia Kexin blinked her large eyes and said, "But I know that I haven't really contributed anything to this security recruitment."

Mr. Nanhua sat in a sandalwood chair. His face seemed ageless, forever youthful. Could it really be the power of the three volumes of Longevity Sorcery?

"Take them away and interrogate them thoroughly, especially him," Ye Xuan said sharply, pointing a finger at the man.

Before long, the expected people arrived one after another. Having only just disbanded the previous night—with some already waiting at the bus station with their suitcases—they had rushed back, all because of the summons issued by Liu Feng.

Shi Ping had not wanted to ask, for he had already given his all! A strike with his full strength! Unfortunately, Dr. Yu did not fall; it was Shi Ping himself who collapsed.

Wang Youcheng appeared gaunt, his face still wearing a smiling expression, yet there seemed to be something else hidden within that smile.

Mr. Nanhua had seemingly anticipated this. He smiled faintly. As he struck the pine tree, a cloud of thick smoke erupted. Gao Yucheng hurriedly withdrew, but three swords were already closing in from behind. Before his feet touched the ground, he leaped into the air on tiptoe, leaving the three animated corpses motionless.

"Ji? How did you get injured on your head?" Ling Jin looked at the wound curiously, wondering if it had been inflicted by a human.

Yet, this very youth fixed his aggressive gaze firmly upon Wen Qing’s bosom. Even as Wen Qing scrutinized him, the youth did not shift his eyes in the slightest; his willpower was incredibly firm, and his fixation on her chest was truly extraordinary.

As swords rose and fell, the gale howled, and blood spilled like a falling galaxy, scattering in the air. Every shimmering drop of crimson reminded him of a dream from the night before.

Facing Chen Linxuan, whose offensive power surpassed even Qinghuan’s, Ias remained indifferent. In Ias's philosophy, every enemy was the same; regardless of their strength, one should face them with a level head and give their all.

All that talk about "man conquering heaven" or "my life is decided by me, not heaven"—it’s all nonsense. Even ghosts wouldn't believe it if you told them.

Once explained this way, Xu Mo understood. This kind of influence, born from favors and nepotism, was quite useful in times of peace.

"No way! Did you install a GPS on me?" Gao Chuan teased, looking at the now incredibly beautiful Li Xiangqin.

Xiao Chen tried it, but his intention to bend the spoon met with no response. He quickly stopped, realizing that this was also a dream where his powers were restricted. He could not do anything he was incapable of in the real world. If he pushed too hard, the dream might shatter.

Although there were no goals in the thirty minutes, the chemistry and tactical coordination of the Cesena formation had been honed to perfection.

"It really is just like me back then." Qinghuan sat silently in another chair by the table, watching Jiuxia as if seeing herself at nine years old, ten years ago—just as excited, just as curious, and just as ignorant of the dangers of the world.

This was why, a few days after returning home, Bai Lu could enter the capital to participate in the imperial consort selection without any lingering concerns, intending to finish her sect mission and return to the mountain as soon as possible.

Fang Zheng also managed a rare smile. Why he smiled, he couldn't say—perhaps it was because they were of a similar age.

He had to explore before the people from the museum arrived, otherwise, the opportunity would be lost.

Following Le Ya’s words, Ye Lingyi’s mind went "buzz" and exploded, leaving her completely blank.

Both sides drew Joker cards from their respective hands; whoever drew the Joker and held it until the end would lose.

Luo Yao’s eyes, however, lit up with greed, and he reached out to touch it, but Long Zaiyuan slapped his hand away, not allowing his claws to come near.

"You're still laughing that loudly? Doesn't the wound hurt anymore?" Ye Liuying said, trying to dampen his boisterous laughter.

"If that’s the case, then I will gamble with you. But let’s be clear: we only play one round. Regardless of who wins or loses, you must release Sister Hua and the others," Jiang Liu said.

Brother Kui was well-connected and resourceful; although he lived like a retired cadre, his intelligence-gathering abilities remained exceptional.

This was only an external injury; as for how severe Ye Xing’s internal injuries were, only he himself knew.

"Perhaps this has some connection to me, but that’s too far-fetched. It couldn't be such a coincidence. But why do I have this feeling..." Feng Lian was lost in thought when she suddenly heard Wen Jingxu speaking beside her.

Li Shangshan had long guessed that someone in the company would ask him about these things, so he had already prepared his response, replying calmly when asked.

Feng Lian wasn't very good at card games, so she was always the one punished with "Truth or Dare." However, for some reason, whenever it was a dare, Feng Lian was always asked to "wall-pin" a person of the opposite sex or perform a locking-arms toast with one, and even more inexplicably, that person was always Zhou Hongyi.