53 This is Shanshou Village 53 (Bug Catching)

“Thank you for saving me. Whatever reward you want, I will agree to it.” Since he meant no harm, he must be someone who values gratitude.

“Sit down.” Seeing her about to get off the bed, Prince Sheng gently but firmly stopped her and began to wash and groom her himself.

Noticing the anxious look in Zhou Yanran’s eyes, the summoned palace attendants did not rush to urge her but politely nodded and stood aside according to protocol, clearly believing her words and waiting there to accompany her when she left.

That creature with three hundred and sixty-five spiritual meridians opened was the most gifted in cultivation on Blue Star, able to master any spiritual martial art effortlessly.

“All right! I’ll go back and notify Master Danyang and the others immediately!” Gu Ming saluted Qin Yaoxing after confirming he had heard correctly, then turned and flew away once more.

It seemed as if the person Zhou Rushuang mentioned was not her. Could it be that she was not afraid that others might blindly believe Zhou Rushuang’s words and openly reprimand her in front of everyone?

“How wicked,” Hu Tianyi muttered inwardly but still didn’t intervene and continued listening.

But the emperor did not anticipate that Prince Sheng would be so ruthless—poisoning half the people in the hall just to absolve Zheng Wanyan.

In that world above, due to a cataclysmic disaster that annihilated everything, that realm was completely destroyed and turned into a wasteland, eventually shrouded and submerged entirely by the aura of the undead.

A blue sword light descended from the sky, striking the Great Elder of the Golden King Tribe and cleaving his body into countless fragments.

Although the sword in his hand was not as fine as Chen Fan’s black sword, he had already decided: if he could kill Chen Fan, he would claim that black sword as his own.

And the creature was that gorilla monster; on its face, the stripes dissolved from its cracked lips, and two fangs protruded from the edges of its mouth, a horrifying sight.

He would use his chosen confidant, even if it meant tears. Although Reinhardt trusted this stubborn confidant, it still took much effort. Many things needed to be made clear to him before he could react, which was quite tiring.

Feng Lin glared at the scruffy bearded uncle. Without him, Feng Lin would never have made it this far.

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“Old Jiang, I was a bit harsh yesterday; please don’t take it to heart,” Old Du said remorsefully.

“Why? Why did you see through it so early but still use such a method to frame Fleming and put him in prison?” The florist asked painfully, throwing out his last doubt.

At that moment, something fell from Murong Feiyang’s arms. Lianyun City stepped forward and picked it up to take a look.

“All right.” Zhao Yuanzhen got up from the sofa, hiding those secret and unspeakable thoughts deep in his heart.

Feng Lin glared at Xin Ruoling and pulled his arm away from between the two of them. Although it felt very pleasant, it only stirred up resentment.

“I know it’s difficult for everyone, but what else can we do? Comrades, we must carry out orders once received!” Washujin said standing, speaking as if it didn’t hurt his waist.

At this moment, someone said, “Master Lu, please wait. Don’t rush to leave yet. The Kongming Technique still has clues.” The three looked over to see a gray figure emerge from behind a rock, smiling—it was Li Fu.

Chen Feng, Ya Bin, Hua Guang, Ouyang Bo, Yuan Chenggang, and Leng Lingfeng all stormed into the military camp, led by Chen Feng; no soldier dared to stop them.

Over the years, he had been assigned to Gudao City, where many whispered and even insulted him in the palace.

“Kakashi is also quite impressive. He will become a towering tree of Konoha in the future,” Jiraiya suddenly changed the subject and mentioned Kakashi.

Ji Wanyue was momentarily stunned. Wei Wuji was naturally her great hero—could there be others who spoke the same way?

Chen Zhifan looked on with a half-smile. “Many things a detective captain like you has solved, but you still can’t explain.” Lu Ziming’s family was no ordinary one. If someone else was allowed to evade legal responsibility this time, he would intervene.

Among the seven tall figures, all radiated an imposing aura like mountains—some with fierce eyes, some with bowed brows, some holding a lute reversed, others sitting on lotus thrones, hands forming the Vajra seal.

Han Wu stood firm, palms facing the ground, slowly lifting from her waist on both sides, clearly gathering energy. The onlookers held their breath. “Take this!” she shouted sharply, her voice moving with the air as she struck hard on the opponent’s right arm with a single palm.

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After a brief dispersal, the Iron Cavalry formation of Shu City began to change, like a river flowing around a stubborn rock, bypassing the four and gradually closing in.

Apart from some recent events, there were almost no notable deeds about him in the Southeast Domain.

Killing within his own array, no one above would trace it back to him. Even if they did, they would say nothing.

“Buzz buzz buzz...” At the bedside, Song Jiuyue’s phone suddenly vibrated. It was the alarm he set earlier, reminding him to meet Anu.

The two remained silent all the way. He Xinwarm kept staring out the window. Upon reaching home, she quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and got out without a word of thanks—after all, it was forced upon her.

She wanted to seize the Blackwater Ghost Hall’s power, and the Northern Saint Lotus General would be a great help. Moreover, the Frozen Ice Sealed Land, like the Dark Nether Continent, was fraught with unpredictable dangers and was a place easy to enter but hard to leave.

“Then I want to become someone recognized by most people,” Guo Jia’s consciousness light orb responded.

The locksmith frowned, dipping his fingertip in the liquid at the bottle’s mouth, placing it in his mouth, and suddenly his eyes shone brightly.

He didn’t find the name delicate at all; it felt less impressive than Taoyao and Taozhen. Magpie—or rather, Spring Welcomer—twisted its neck and continued to bury its head, diligently eating the grains on the ground.

Mo Zilao struggled to rise, groped for the fallen sword, holding his breath and quietly moved forward.

“Snap!” Accompanied by Song Shiqi’s sharp shout, Song Jiuyue’s body collapsed, his soul flying out from his spiritual altar straight into A Yao’s body. A Yao, who had been frantically grabbing a peachwood sword, suddenly froze, then his tall figure fell to the ground with a dull thud.

The emperor’s eyes slowly shifted to Li Yue. He tried hard to speak but could not utter a sound. Most thought he was oblivious, but Li Yue knew he was fully aware, enduring the unbearable torment of countless ants biting him daily—this was a fate worse than death.