Chapter 125: Dying After a Good Time Is Not So Bad Either

I don't know where those two black guys get all this energy; they haven't come out in ten minutes. What a waste of life!

Raynor had already fallen asleep. Isn't it said that old men don't need much sleep and are perfect for hard labor? Besides, if they don't sleep much during the day, they can't sleep at night anyway—that’s the perfect time to work! Work hard!

Ao Xi was getting sleepy too, but they couldn't both be asleep, so he had to turn on the radio to listen to some absurd news to stay alert. "Daily News, Los Angeles—"

The soul of the War God roared beneath the starry sky. Ling Tian suddenly extended his Heaven-Prisoning Hand, grabbing toward that half-piece of the divine artifact's lid. A more terrifying radiance erupted from Ling Tian’s body; he stepped forward, and his Pure Yang Finger struck down once more.

The elder scout frowned, while the black-robed scout stopped mid-bow. They turned in unison to look at the Eight-Armed Spirit Child. One had to admit, Su Qiong’s words held some truth. Since the opponent had been hiding in the dense forest for so long, they must have witnessed the wonders of the sword case. By all logic, they should have asked a few questions by now.

They were told to settle the restaurant owner well, as they could only wait for her mental state to recover before they could learn what exactly happened during her disappearance.

The two servants were at a loss but looked to Mu Qingge for instructions. She gestured for them to let go, and they immediately released their grip and retreated to the side.

It wasn't just that he couldn't let go; surely she could no longer be like she was back then, weeping and begging to wander the ends of the earth with him. Constant reports indicated that since she took the helm, her diligent governance had propelled the sect to new heights, allowing her to recruit such excellent disciples.

"I advise you not to refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit... My brothers here have terrible tempers. If it comes to blows, I can't be held responsible for who gets hurt..." The bearded man was dismissive. He was determined to see this through, even if it meant injuring a few people, given the generous reward.

"The largest shareholder? But how is it that I heard the largest shareholder should be Liang Xing?" Ding Yu slowly climbed down from the bulldozer and spoke.

"That's true! But what is actually going on between you and Xiao Wei?" Zuo Lun successfully steered the conversation toward him.

"This..." Zhao Zhen felt discouraged for a moment. Ever since he ascended the throne, the imperial court never seemed to have a day of prosperity.

"Borrowing people? Do you think I don't want to? Right now, the Qilin Society has moved directly into Europe. Except for the business talent kept in the country, everyone else has gone to Europe. The Triads have united with the Mafia to rebel, and the Qilin Society is locked in a fierce battle with them. You want to borrow people now!" Guo Nianfei twisted Zilong’s ear as she spoke.

She didn't even own this body, so where would any story come from? Even if there were a story, it should belong to the original Lin Shu, but the original Lin Shu had lost all her past memories. How was she supposed to tell Cao Peiru about that?

Lin Sheng had gone to bed early last night and hadn't seen Lin Peng. Seeing his grandson bring him porridge now, he couldn't help but beam with joy.

Wang Yao was startled and immediately snapped back to reality. Ignoring Lin Peng and the others, she ran straight toward the police car.

Liu Fan said, "Gentlemen, look outside!" The officers looked at the banner and suddenly realized. The flag was blowing toward the southeast, meaning the wind was coming from the northwest.

"Arrogant! Tiger-Roaring Palm!" Old Hu struck out with his right hand, the palm wind forming a giant tiger that seemed to be truly roaring.

For instance, within the Ten Thousand Spirit Clan, there were many factions that possessed three saints, much like the Three Emperors Gate.

He had subconsciously performed the Universe True Art just now, completely forgetting that Qing He was standing right beside him. If Qing He discovered the speed of his cultivation, it would be quite troublesome to explain. Most importantly, he didn't know if the man would leak the information.

"Fine, I agree," Xiao Mo said, then issued an order: "Half an hour to eat and rest, then we depart for the Wild Bear Tribe." This was directed at Wang Ding, who understood perfectly and began to arrange for the honor guard to eat and rest in an orderly fashion.