Chapter 155 Internal Conflict

Looking at the few people in front of her, Zhao Linger wore an expression of total unwillingness to speak. After all, reaching this point, if the situation here could be figured out clearly, the others naturally would not wear such expressions.

"I have already made this matter very clear. If you insist on following us at this time, all you need to do now is reach a certain agreement with us. Given the current situation, you still haven't explained that matter clearly to us. How on earth do you expect to explain this!"

In fact, what Zhao Linger wanted to know at this moment was simply why Zhao Yuan's strength had advanced by leaps and bounds right from the beginning.

However, at this moment, that man—

Every time he flew forward with trepidation, thinking he had finally put a safe distance between them, the adversary would relentlessly pursue him, unleashing a barrage of attacks right from the rear of the armed helicopter.

Bai Yichen looked somewhat puzzled, while Ye Ziyu was completely stunned and hadn't heard a thing. Receiving Bai Yichen's inquiring look, Ji Xu quietly took out his phone and gestured toward Ye Ziyu. Bai Yichen roughly guessed that Ye Ziyu had probably told Ji Xu about what happened last night. Did this mean that Ye Ziyu cared?

Such a large number of Beartic undoubtedly required a massive amount of food, so Cheng Cheng asked Gardevoir and Mr. Mime to come and help.

Rushing out the door of the restaurant and arriving by the car, Xia Zhuming felt around for her car keys before realizing that something was missing from her bag. Upon closer inspection, she found her phone was gone. Nowadays, lacking a phone was like lacking a soul; this discovery added even more unease to the already nervous Xia Zhuming.

Madam Sheng smoothed her hair, knowing that her current image was poor, and had the driver take her home.

"Are you sick?" Xia Zhuming asked nervously. "Did you take your medicine?" As soon as she finished speaking, she felt she was being overly enthusiastic and was filled with regret.

Li Zhicun arrived shortly after. After helping her load all the items onto the cart, he drove the donkey cart away.

"Please go ahead, Divine Consort," the protocol immortal officer bowed toward Bai Zhi, inviting her to speak. Even his form of address had changed, yet no one expressed any objection at this moment.

They had used Wang Chengcheng's identity to lure him in and then set up this scheme, but unfortunately, realizing it now was already too late.

Moreover, Teacher Zhang showed no mercy, going straight to the core of the problem. In short, she needed to think of a way to muddle through it.

This chapter was one that absolutely could not be split up; it established the tone for the entire work, and a complete plot was an essential part of luring readers into the story.

When Yazi's life was saved, Zhu Xinlang stepped on the Demon-Slaying Sword and, carrying Yazi with him, flew back to Qingfeng Bridge in Chang'an City.

Chu Lingding did not offer much explanation, simply giving a faint assent before falling silent. I could only cling to his back. Having spent the entire night in tension, I was already exhausted and had no desire to speak at all, unexpectedly falling asleep right there on Chu Lingding's back.

Qi Lin really had an idea this time. She had previously watched people play with spinning tops, and concluded that the blade-wind of the Thousand-Blade Centipede was generated on this very principle.

Unexpectedly, my suggestion was accepted by both sides. So I waited for them by the waterfall in the guild territory, and shortly after, the two of them came running over.

After posting on Weibo, Ning Xue logged off directly. By this time, it was already late into the night, and it was time to sleep.

The explosion of any casual E-rank Noble Phantasm was equivalent to an infantry grenade, while the self-detonation of A-rank or even A-plus rank Noble Phantasms had a destructive power akin to heavy bombs.

"Miki, has this ship actively identified itself?" Hara Heihachiro slightly moved his still-stiff right arm and replied casually in Japanese.

Hearing this from his corner, Qin Feng could not help but smile. It was his first time ever encountering someone challenging him. If it were a renowned God of War powerhouse from the continent, that would be one thing, but the opponent happened to be just a young man. Although he belonged to the imperial family of the Heavenly Dragon Empire, in his eyes, they were all much the same.

Seeing this situation, Feng Wuhen just gave a faint smile. Then, from his storage bracelet, he took out several megaphone speakers and began testing them one by one.