Chapter 117: Obtaining the Physical Energy Crystal Stone

The golden monkey was blasted back by his rocket, and after swaying for a while, Cao Bin slowly regained his hearing and hurriedly climbed to the skylight to look down.

He was stunned by the scene before him.

Hiss!

He couldn’t help but draw in a sharp breath.

Now, the monkey was merely knocked down by the explosion, lying prone on the ground...

“Of course I’m willing to cooperate. I will certainly accept cooperation with Dr. Qin Fen,” Xiong Anquan said with a smile, idly fiddling with another elixir of longevity he had just obtained.

Judging by the look of things, there seemed to be significant progress this time. Previously, Wang Xuelan didn’t even like Li Erlong, but today she was tugging and pulling at him. That wasn’t all—when she left, her face was flushed with embarrassment.

Sometimes, when trapped in dire straits, one must push oneself; otherwise, remaining in the comfort zone means never moving forward.

For some reason, the two embraced, their lips meeting, hands wandering over each other’s bodies.

Li He was about to get into the white car to return to his aunt’s house when he heard the police shout. He stopped, looked over, and said, “There’s a line in Hong Kong dramas I’ve always liked: See you in court.” With that, he turned away without another word and got into the car.

After a pause, Lao Jun’s expression turned serious. “You are currently wanted across the Three Realms. Eight centuries of your efforts are on the brink of collapse. I suppose your risky visit here is related to this.”

The interior was decorated in an antique, classical style. From the first-floor hall to the doors of the rooms on the second floor, specialized floral arrangements stood beside each entrance as embellishments.

Li Erlong didn’t know how to respond and pretended not to hear. Meanwhile, Zhao Cuixia poured a glass of wine each for herself and Li Erlong, then drank quietly by herself.

Reaching the hall, he saw Luo Yan sitting alone on the sofa, neither watching television nor drinking—just sitting quietly, seemingly lost in thought. Sun Qian immediately understood.

The man wore a black suit, appearing to be in his forties, exuding seriousness and composure.

Originally, Shangguan Fuxi’s eyes had been bloodshot, burning with hatred and wishing to stab Li Jiannan with a sword. But when Li Jiannan’s left arm splattered blood onto his face, his heart jolted. Memories of their affection since marriage flooded his mind, and Li Jiannan’s kindness was vividly clear.

Hearing this, no one pressed further. Life was going smoothly; no one would idle around to sell their organs. Those in the same room were all unfortunate souls, each facing insurmountable hardships.

Thus, from the moment the four entered the jungle until now, everything concerning them had been watched closely by Nantian.

“Hehe, when I have free time, I love watching Chinese historical dramas. I learn many useful things from them,” said Deba. The villagers there lived better than those in Wangbei Village; televisions were noI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.