Chapter 87: The Little White Mouse

The system suddenly began broadcasting frantically in her mind: [Ding! Favorability from Ye Cangming +3, current favorability -9. Host, he finds you barely acceptable now.]
[Ding! Favorability from Su Qinghan +3, current favorability 6. Host, he glanced at you several more times.]
[Ding! Favorability from Shangguan Yuheng +3, current favorability -7. Host, he thinks you’re like an interesting little white mouse, and wants to take you back for research, to see if you’re hiding any secrets.]

Angelica couldn't help but mock herself inwardly—so, the thing I valued so highly is worth merely fifty Star Glory coins.

Once the accident occurred, it became impossible to contain; the residence of the Grand Supreme Elder Lord caught fire directly, flames raging beyond control, and at this moment, no one arrived to extinguish the blaze.

But for Tang Sanzang to stand undefeated in a life-and-death battle against the Buddha himself, even managing to drive the Buddha back?

Helis gazed at the half-destroyed town ruined by Dr. Galo, at the remnants of shattered walls and scattered corpses everywhere—an uncontrollable fury welled up in her heart.

“Master, do you want to rest for a bit?” Sun Wukong noticed Tang Seng dozing off atop the dragon turtle’s back and couldn’t help but ask.

During this period, some malevolent ghosts and demons, having cultivated their powers, would often seize the opportunity to absorb enormous amounts of yin energy, thereby strengthening their own cultivation.

A gentle shake at his shoulder woke Tie Zheng with a start, and a delicate, handsome young face filled his vision.

Even relying solely on their own reconnaissance personnel, they could easily manage the situation; eliminating the threat would not be difficult.

“You…” Tie Zheng looked at the four people closing in around him, a sudden chill rising in his heart, an instinctive terror creeping over him.

Zhou Yutong blushed, but did not resist; Yang Liushan turned her face away, somewhat embarrassed, yet the previous grief and bitterness were completely swept away.

The fat man hadn’t had time to run yet, Long hadn’t had the chance to start a fight, and at the referee’s warning, both obediently stopped what they were doing and returned quietly to the court.

“All right, don’t be angry. I know you can’t bring yourself to say it, so I said it for you.” Seeing Fang Rui sulking silently after entering the restroom, Fang Qian couldn’t help pinching his cheek, smiling as she comforted him.

“Thunder God” was their secret weapon; ever since its technology was developed, it had never been shown in public. Greyfeather commanded the poachers to stay out of attack range while directing the researchers to slowly adjust the targeting area.

This Obama managed 92 last hits in 12 minutes, which is already the mark of a decent professional player. However, compared to WX, for whom last hitting was second nature, the gap in this skill was still quite noticeable.

Over a hundred high-level coordinators participating in the competition took the stage one by one as Vivian introduced their background and origins.

Goodness! Such bold words. If it weren’t for all these years of acquaintance, Xu Lu would’ve had him arrested immediately. What nonsense? The title of President isn’t one you can just claim!

“So, it really wasn’t you who did this?” Bohai was still a bit suspicious. His comrade had been taken out by Li Xin, but he had no so-called evidence.

More than two thousand people had gathered in the mine canteen, forming a circle around a man who looked particularly strong and imposing.

At these words, everyone focused their attention on Feng Yong, as though he were adorned with flowers.

Seeing that Xiu’er was ready, Hu Ao nodded slightly, his face solemn. Taking a steadying breath, he stretched his arms out level with his shoulders, left hand rotating upward, right hand downward, slowly tracing a circle as if he could encompass all things within it.

“Stop it, we’re at home,” Cai Monong’s pretty face flushed red, wishing she could strangle Zhang Yifeng. How could he be so forward? After all the fuss this morning, and again now.

By this time, the soldiers in the temporary command center had received Wang Tiren’s orders and began consciously tightening their defenses. With the enemy’s whereabouts lost, gunshots fell silent.

Xin Yiren bowed to thank him. As the crown prince walked past, Xin Yiren happened to rise, hurriedly stepping aside to let him through, but accidentally stepped on his own wide robe and stumbled, instinctively grabbing at Duan Jingchen.

So even though Lin Tian said as much, in truth, his plan only required the local gentry to dispatch their retainers, forming an auxiliary army of around twenty thousand to cooperate with Zhang Liao.

“Bear in mind, back then Qin Muyang treated it as a treasure, placing three layers of protective arrays before he left! I suspect that Qin Muyang’s rise from humble beginnings was all thanks to this hundred-blossom fruit tree!” the rotund cultivator declared confidently.

We were both physically and mentally exhausted; though waves raged around us and dark clouds blotted out the sun—a vision of the world’s end—in my eyes, it was still the most beautiful scenery, because we were alive, and that was what mattered most.

Lin Xuan spoke with sincerity, and upon hearing his words, Lady Tai Qingxuan, daughter of the city lord, was taken aback.

The Black-Clad Guards gave up pursuit after a while, cursing as they returned to tally their own casualties.

The three remaining Maori warriors seemed overjoyed to be able to give of themselves for their people; they showed no fear, for they were born warriors—brave enough to face any danger, never retreating, always protecting their kin.

Having said this, Nawei placed the petal in his mouth, and Zhulin glanced at the sergeant beside him.

“All right, go reinforce the other battlefields,” Ye Feng said suddenly, sensing a formidable aura hurtling through the sky toward him, and nodded.

What was most peculiar was her waist—long, slender, and dramatically curved, the very definition of a wasp waist and beautiful hips, making her look almost like a great bee. That, truly, was the most enchanting figure in the world.

Just now, Ye Yang landed a punch squarely on its head, leaving it dizzy and nearly unconscious.

I instinctively looked toward the source of the voice, and the moment I saw who was speaking, I was completely stunned.