18. A strange horse, a thin horse, and you wish to ride?

Looking back at the closed rear door, the dark alley seemed even gloomier in the shadows of the towering buildings on either side.

Shu Er, carrying a wicker basket on his back, gripped his snake-skin belt with his claws. His large, round, black-and-white eyes widened as his whiskers trembled and his lips quivered, finally managing to stammer, "Great King, are we just... leaving like this?"

"What else would we do?" Lu Xun retorted.

"But..."

Shu Er wanted to say more, but the words died in his throat.

This was Kota's declaration. The other competing teams were furious, yet they had no choice; after all, their skills were inferior.

"Master Lian, it seems I was too reckless this time, leaving my followers behind to come here alone." Yao Xi had not expected Lian Sheng’s methods to be so formidable; before he could even make a move, he had already found himself in such a predicament.

However, most methods of enhancement through external forces had a limited duration and required periodic refinement, or the effects would gradually fade, returning the user to their state before the enhancement.

"What is this giant plant that attacks people?" Ke Si asked, pointing to the words on the mission notice.

"He is my master." Su Yi thought to himself that as expected, Yang Yurou must have been suspicious of him.

Fireworks rose into the sky in the distance. Having nothing left to say, Zuo Nan looked toward them, pretending to admire the scenery. As for why Yang Chong remained there, Zuo Nan no longer wished to know. He truly had no desire to continue guessing the thought processes of these people who fought with their brains.

Bai Yi did not hesitate either; she used a bit of her ability to match her speed to Ling's, and the two ran toward the exit together.

The black-robed mage lifted the edge of his hood with his finger and managed a stiff, forced smile. Although this was Canaan, facing such a hideous creature alone inevitably made him feel uneasy, especially since its mouthparts, covered in sharp spines, were still gnashing and dripping with green saliva.

However, the directors and hall masters were stunned. What was going on? Wasn't Chu Yunfeng an important figure in the Hong Sect? Why was he here with the Hechuan group now? And he appeared to be a trusted aide to the old man, no less.

Having finally found Chu Yunfeng, she had originally thought she had finally found a "protector." At the very least, with him guarding her, no one here would dare to do anything to her.

I have been following the news regarding Bai Haotian’s car accident closely, so I frequently check the internet for the latest updates.

Yongzheng’s rage stemmed from the belief that under the vast heaven, all land belongs to the King, and all people are the King’s subjects. I provided the men, the money, and the equipment, and in the end, hundreds of thousands of elite troops became your private army, Nian Gengyao. If you don't die, who will?

A golden radiance suddenly appeared on his skin. As the light flickered, intricate and perfect patterns intertwined and pulsed, transforming into a perfect Dao seal that branded itself into his flesh.

If he were to pull out now, death would be his only release. Neither the Bai family nor the Nangong family would let him go; he already knew too much.

However, I calmed down halfway there. It had snowed over the past two days, and the ground was icy and slippery; it was truly dangerous for him to come such a long way. Besides, judging by his voice on the phone earlier, it was clear he had driven here himself.

Because she was pregnant, Fu Yao suffered from severe morning sickness and felt extremely unwell. She felt that nothing went her way, and as a result, her temper was quite poor, leaving the Second Young Master Ye subject to punishment at every turn.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, and an arrow once shot cannot be recalled. The innkeeper was currently in that exact state of having just fired the shot—there was no turning back, and when he did look back, he realized his wife and children were still in the hands of others.

They envied her for being promoted to first-class status and receiving a higher monthly stipend, yet they pitied her for serving a master who had risen from a lowly servant to a pampered guest.

I wonder if others tense every nerve when facing a romantic rival as I do. I suppose it might be because I am too weak, so I dare not slacken for even a moment.

For the two of them, who had been stuck for years being able to forge only low-grade magical artifacts, this was an opportunity that absolutely could not be missed.