Chapter 124: The Yin-Yang Sphere

Gu Yunmeng actually quite wanted to watch the show. But as a wretched little maidservant, since her master had named her, she had to show the proper attitude. She didn't really care; most of these people could be seen through at a glance, and none of them were true powerhouses. At least not in her eyes. The few who seemed somewhat special were at most at the Third Realm; they were not that formidable either. The Old Matriarch of the Celestial Fox clan looked coldly at Hu Jiuyan and said sinisterly, "Hu Jiuyan, do you really—"

Seeing her reply, everyone responded one after another, then turned around to urge her to be careful and stay safe.

Altaria, Diancie, Ninetales, and Gardevoir did not stay in their Poké Balls but had been following Gardenia all along. Hearing his inquiry now, they each responded in their own way.

The two men instantly rolled into a ball. Wang Yang swung his fists recklessly, and Xu Chuan, naturally, could not just let himself be bullied, so he had to fight back. Wang Yang was cursing incessantly, and before long, he had roused the neighbor across the hall.

Ruan Ruohuan was choked with anger at that mention of "a family of three." Shen Qingwu was clearly trying to embarrass her on purpose, but after those sarcastic words left her lips, she had already received a fierce glare from Ji Beichen beside her, who was obviously angry with her. Now she had no choice but to shut her mouth, though the rage on her face was genuine.

This sudden turn of relationships stunned Zi Canxing and Mo Wuwu. Since when did they have any connection to the high-level zones?

Zhao Dajiang and his wife were honest people, not particularly articulate. Upon suddenly hearing that these were leaders from the district, they became extremely nervous and were even less capable of speaking.

When Jiang Qiyan heard this, he was slightly stunned. He sat on the bed in the guest room and instinctively glanced at the locked door, feeling a bit dazed.

Her hair was combed again, but the marks on her face could not be erased immediately. However, she put her mask and goggles back on, and at least she didn't look quite so miserable anymore.

Xie Changshu, however, was extremely fond of cilantro. When ordering wontons for Yan Qingshan, she had subconsciously spoken of her own preferences, never expecting such a strong reaction from him.

One can only hope. But before reaching the final destination of happiness, one must arduously overcome one hurdle after another of unknown depth. When that time comes, will love still be what it once was?

Mingyue suddenly understood; these palace maids were so terrified because they were afraid she would fly into a rage and send them flying with a blast of energy.

The shopkeeper stifled a laugh, turned decisively, and brought out a dozen sets of pure gold headpieces. The accessories were indeed "dazzlingly golden"—the gold was so bright it was almost blinding. From a distance, they looked like a massive lump of yellow, truly radiating wealth and prestige.

Ye Luo nodded. Regardless, the clothes had been torn by her, so she would just have to compensate him.

The beauty of love lies in the bits of emotion touched upon in passing. Those petals of memory once guarded a stretch of time with us, performing a beautiful, tender, and lingering era, still carrying a faint, subtle fragrance that spreads across the fingertips.

Shen Feng knew that his current physical condition did not allow him to continue opening meridians. Although drawing spiritual energy into the body tempered it, the effect on physical fortification was limited; daily physical training was still required. The two complemented each other to achieve the best results.

The elders were all held by formidable powerhouses, but they were divided based on their strength and prestige.

Who would have thought that although the bandit soldiers were numerous, their weapons were in shambles, and only a few commanders had protective armor. Facing a well-trained regular army, all fully equipped and wielding manganese steel blades, the thirty thousand of them were no more than thirty thousand eggs. No matter how many eggs there were, how could they withstand an iron hammer?

With such terrifying strength, if the other person claimed to be Ye Yang, Lone Wolf finally believed it.

Threats: Two types of threats exist—threats from the real world, as he is being followed by a motorcycle and someone has started to pay attention to his supply source; and threats from the island, where the climate is volatile, the jungle is home to wild beasts, and safety cannot be guaranteed.