Chapter 65 Father and Daughter Reunited

"Er, I arrived just a few days ago." Seeing that Chui Ge remained silent, the restaurant owner kept staring at her, leaving her with no choice but to offer an explanation.

"Hehe, go ahead and recite the titles of a few ancestral gods." The sickle-shaped magical treasure was demanding proof from Yi Feng.

Xue Bing's eyes were popped wide open, and as for his mouth, since it was locked onto Lin Yuxin's lips, he couldn't open it at all.

Though actually over a hundred years old, Die Wanhua currently looked to be only in her early twenties. Her seductive and gorgeous face radiated an indescribable, bewitching nature, possessing a breathtakingly beautiful and moving aura! Her bodily curves were妖异 (demonically) and flawlessly formed, with only her vital areas covered in a flesh-like armor featuring interwoven brown-yellow and dark snake patterns.

Ye Yun nodded, not entirely grasping the meaning behind his words, and his brow furrowed even deeper. "If it's dead objects like restrictive formations, there's nothing particularly terrifying about them to me! Setting down teleportation restriction coordinates is something I'm confident I can escape from completely unscathed."

She simply hadn't expected that he would actually come looking for her again. The corners of Chui Ge's lips curved upward. What a deeply ironic thing.

"Succeeded?" As soon as the staff was forged, Xiao Xiao hurried over. Chui Ge shared the staff's attributes with her, making her drool with envy. Had Chui Ge not mentioned beforehand that this was forged for someone else, she would have seriously wanted to buy it with money.

This time, the trouble was massive. Although Kuang Wu claimed not to care too much, Chui Ge knew very well that if a real brawl broke out, the two factions would be evenly matched. Furthermore, they still had to keep the boss in check, which meant the players from Dragon Gate would definitely end up on the losing end.

Walking past the doorway, there were blocking toasts to contend with. At the dining table, every person brought another round of drinks. Anyone with a poor capacity for alcohol who entered the Miao villages had better learn how to beg for mercy, otherwise, they should just prepare to make a fool of themselves.

Following that, this incomparably majestic and gigantic roulette wheel began to rotate slowly within the boundless universe.

Yet an accident like this had suddenly occurred, entirely ruining what had otherwise been a pretty good mood.

"What weapon are you proficient in?" The armorer glanced at Chen Nan, not treating him as any sort of special individual because he was a stranger, and his tone was even somewhat blunt.

By this time, Chi Wanting was somewhat regretting sharing a room with Murong Qing'er. Otherwise, dating would have been much easier. After all, since there was a possibility that she might sleep with that man later on, Director Chi—who had always held herself in high regard—did not want her best friend to know about dating a subordinate.

Just as Bian Bi'an and his few good bros—Lü Yuanye, Zheng Xuan, and Xu Hao, who joined them later—were happily discussing Warcraft 3: The Frozen Throne...

The second morning, when Zhang Yiyong woke up from her sleep, the person sleeping beside her had already vanished without a trace.

Xiao Zichuan said slowly. He no longer intended to kill Chen Baiyu; the opponent was merely blinded by the hatred of Chen Ziluo's death, which was somewhat excusable, and he was willing to spare the other man's life.

Back then, after heavily injuring Li Yu, he had simply left the man lying on the mountain path and paid him no further mind. When he descended the mountain, Yu Zimu was already gone, and he had previously assumed that Yu Zimu was dead.

Earlier, he had felt that his words promising the Needle Emperor had completely pushed Mo Chan, his quasi-disciple, out of the door, and that wanting Mo Chan to take the initiative to mention taking him as a master was nothing more than an extravagant hope.

Wasn't Ye Tian just a country bumpkin? Wasn't he just a bartender? How could he possibly possess such immense influence?

Xiao Zichuan turned his head to look, and seeing that it was the storekeeper, he waved his hand to dismiss those blocking the way, allowing the man to enter the estate directly.

Within a sea of clouds formed by ten thousand hectares of holy Qi, atop towering mountain peaks emitting countless rays of spiritual light, stood tens of thousands of palaces, magnificent and grand.

The rest consisted simply of a few basic hand gestures. Whenever the black mastiff needed to execute an order, the commands could be directly issued through hand signs.

Just as Lin Fei followed Chen He toward the apartment where the base officers resided, and Elder Chen and the others also returned to the base building, outside the base, beneath a dark cluster of trees...

One must remember that not long ago on the World Tree, the Emperor Venerable had threatened him, claiming he would overturn the Underworld. Undoubtedly, deep within the Emperor Venerable's heart, he also regarded the Heavenly Corpse Supreme as a friend.

When that time came, he would refine talisman jades for strength, speed, and iron armor. Given the strength he currently possessed to refine talisman jades, it could definitely allow a Tier 7 to temporarily unleash Tier 8 combat power.

In the Great Elder's eyes appeared a look of sheer disbelief as he looked toward the other elders of the Fortune Academy.

Yet at that very moment, a piercing sound suddenly rang out from behind the puppet Zhao Gao, and a terrifying wave of energy assaulted him.

Just as the air-禁 isolation troops were preparing to launch a hunting operation, an order suddenly came down from above to halt the action. While some of the officers were initially puzzled, upon hearing that these mutated flying birds belonged to Star Sea, they immediately understood.

"Yes, yes, this subordinate's mind wandered. Lord Saint Sovereign, please do not take offense!" The praying mantis immediately acknowledged its error, though inwardly slandering that his lord was still a bit too thin-skinned—daring to do something yet not daring to admit it.

Numerous saints gasped in cold air, their eyes filled with shock. Warriors at the Saint and Saint King levels could tear space apart and shatter it, but to completely obliterate an entire region of space and turn it into a black hole was something only warriors of the Great Saint level could accomplish.

The copper bells jingled softly, and nine massive bronze coffins appeared out of thin air, standing sequentially upright behind the strange figure. One of them slowly opened, and the blue-haired man's body drifted upward, his hands crossed over his chest, as he slowly entered the coffin. The bronze coffin gradually closed, and then, along with the remaining coffins, vanished into the void.

Not much of the lavish and rare delicacies had been eaten; throughout the entire dinner, everyone had been busy drinking.