Chapter 128: Incendiary Bombs

“Ah…” The stabbing was too swift, and the blade avoided piercing the heart directly. The man instantly lost consciousness, his entire body going limp and collapsing to the ground.
He’s dead.

Hu Mengdie, who had been slumped on the floor all along, stared dumbfounded at everything that had just happened. Now, he could be absolutely certain about these past few days...

“I said a hundred thousand, eighty thousand—you think your parents would believe that?” I pulled out a cigarette and lit one.

We chatted all the way in the car. The history teacher got off at the same stop as me, which was no surprise to my buddy because I remembered hearing that he had come to this city.

“No, I don’t know them,” Xi Zhiyu shook his head. How he wished he didn’t know them. He had thought he had forgotten, but now that he saw Ningxia, all those painful memories flooded back into his heart.

After a day and night of hard work, preliminary success was declared. The next day, mass production would begin. With the Chen family’s backing, Ma Tengfei held a global launch conference to announce the massive Penguin Empire virtual game world project. It had made epoch-making progress and would enter its first public beta six days from now.

It was a desolate desert world, where the swirling sandstorms blurred the sky and earth, and the heat waves distorted the very air.

I was somewhat worried. I was all too familiar with this hoarseness. Countless nights, I hid beneath the covers, crying silently, fearing my family’s concern, and explaining away my voice as just a cold due to the weather turning colder.

When Wenren Junyao heard this, she felt a slight embarrassment mingled with an indescribable melancholy, but she smiled and nodded gently.

This principle also applied to the three Yuan Emperors, so they couldn’t give Dongyang any time to break through. They had to eliminate him when he was most vulnerable.

The Three Kingdoms he spoke of were like brilliant lightning splitting the dark night for these disaster survivors in their desperate plight, like warm dawn breaking through layers of clouds.

In fact, Western mythology doesn’t clearly state whether Cain truly became a vampire, but it is said that the strongest vampires afterward all carry his bloodline.

As for the subsequent battles, we don’t need to intervene. Let some array masters assist the Heavenly Sword Sect in repairing the sword formation, and the rest can withdraw, right?” Yu Qi asked Qin Guan.

Besides the seven characteristics mentioned earlier, “Ah Huang” also had an eighth trait—he loved to “peel,” whether it was peeling people or peeling walls.

Jiang Yiran’s mind raced, and in the end, he decided to tell the blood-haired youth the truth. The blood-haired youth was so mysterious that it seemed impossible to hide his secrets from him. Since that was the case, it was better to just be straightforward.

After a day of turmoil, Jing Shuying was somewhat tired. Thus, Chu Zhiyao drove her back to the Chu residence.

“I don’t drink!” Zhuang gently shook her head. She wasn’t foolish enough to fall for that! Who knew what the real purpose behind making her drink was?

“Am I… dead?” Jiang Yiran muttered faintly, staring at the apocalyptic scene before him, bewildered.

“The broken sword is quite authentic. Although the method is disgusting, it’s still quite useful!” Jiang Yiran thought to himself.

It was a serious matter, yet for some reason, Ye Zihan felt an urge to laugh when she saw Yun Jiuchuan’s expression at that moment.

“Haha, you useless fool, don’t waste your efforts! Today, I will avenge Nan’er and tear you apart limb by limb!” Shen Houshan sneered viciously. The Shen family surrounded Fang Zheng, watching him as if he were already dead.

But he didn’t back down in the slightest and continued to pounce without hesitation, swinging his claws in a frenzied attack.

Just as Luo Feng frowned and asked a question, he felt Ma Mingluo’s peach blossom gently tap his shoulder.