90, Chinese-made games

The furnishings and decorations in the room were not elaborate, yet every detail revealed care and taste. Everything felt comfortable, soothing, and at ease.

Wei Xun silently nodded to himself. This style was much like her personality: a little distant on the surface, yet warm and radiant within.

“Make yourself at home,” Lin Mi said, then went to pour him a glass of warm water.

Sitting on the sofa, Wei Xun’s gaze drifted across the bookshelf, over works ranging from finance and history to literature.

Just as this skyful of black miasma, thick with poison, would make even an ordinary realm of intent or a true master feel constrained if they struck into it.

“Auntie, it is not that I am being unreasonable. I truly cannot speak of this matter. I had no choice but to do it this way. But I, Yue Jiu, swear to the heavens that I have done nothing to shame Tian’er’s father.”

Besides, as matters continued to develop, Wei Xun did not know what would happen to Chen Yuan, but the Wang family would certainly be dragged into it.

Wanting to repay a debt of gratitude, only to end up with the benefactor wanting to give herself to him in return—that was a situation Gan Ning could never bring himself to see.

He swept his eyes around the office, gave Qian Xiao a faint nod, and was about to walk past her to find a seat.

A roar even more frenzied and despairing than before shook the forest. Even the three other beast apes fighting the other three men nearby stopped at once, staring in terror toward Mo Chen’s direction.

At that moment, a refined man in plain clothes, with nothing on his head but a square cloth wrap, seated in the nearest place on the right beneath the man in tight attire, said this to the man at the head of the table.

“A powerhouse even stronger than the guardians as well, the absolute ruler most worthy of Nazarick’s Great Tomb.” After Li Xing looked toward him, Cocytus spoke.

To introduce oneself before a general was an honor of immense value, one his own regimental commander, Zheng Zhenhu, had never had the chance to receive.

He stopped in his tracks, turned around, and suddenly made a mocking, grotesque face at Andrew.

“Young Master Qin, could I trouble you to step aside and speak with me?” Dugu Yao said coldly, staring at Qin Moyu.

“Not anymore. If you want to go, go by yourself.” Liu Yang and Gao Ming both shook their heads, refusing Zhao Jian’s suggestion. At this point, they were so rattled they had lost their nerve; how could they dare go out and provoke everyone’s anger again?

“Find the killer and pound him into meat paste.” Grief instantly turned into fury, and all the beastmen swore they would grind the murderer to dust.

And the man confined there simply widened his eyes all at once. That profound gaze seemed to pierce through the void and reach his true body. Then his avatar dispersed, and far away, across an immeasurable distance, blood suddenly gushed from empty space without warning.

He shouted furiously at the magical treasure in his hand. The voice came from within the treasure like rolling thunder, bursting beside Xiaoyaozi’s ear.

By rights, the temperature here should be low all year round, especially in this area; at this season, it should be at least more than thirty degrees below freezing.

Blue Elder cast out those words, then climbed straight into the car, and several jeeps sped off in a frenzy.

It could be said that the strength Lu Yanfei displayed at this moment was clearly above Elder Li’s. Even if Elder Chang, already over a hundred years old, came out, he might not be his match.

As for the Thunder God Body, he admired it greatly; given enough time, the man would surely become a master of his generation.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Yu Fan’s body gave off another trace of dao resonance, somewhat weaker than before. Around them, it seemed as if the chirping of insects, the calls of birds, and the roars of beasts were all sounding at once.

Yet its innate combat skill kept its hind legs kicking and hopping repeatedly across the open ground, dissipating much of the force. It suffered no real injury, only staggered slightly.

And with my appearance, the poison wielder was forced by me to the point where he had to shatter his poison bead just to escape. Did that make their plan come to nothing entirely?

So the riot in the town really was connected to Chen Laojiu. Could it be that Zhou Tian truly staged a rebellion against Chen Laojiu?